Love Of A Wet Road

Love Of A Wet Road

By Lord R.e. Taylor

On a Spring or Autumn day

Just before the end of a shower

The air is cool enough for a fog

Raindrops glisten in the trees

The road shimmers in the light

And life begins to echo through the trees

However, there is a unique sound

One which only comes at certain times

When tires and the wet road meet as one

A haunting melody drifts up

Filling the air with sounds never heard

Strange and yet somehow comforting

More beauty from a Spring/Autumn day

© Poem – III/XXX/MMXXII

LRET

Photo ‘borrowed’ from Dave Brae

 

A Bad Day

A Bad Day

By Lord R.e. Taylor

It does not take much

Just a man or a woman

Having a bad day

Then someone says something

A button is pushed

And a little over thirty minutes later

Ten million people die in a flash of light

They never even know it happened

Never had a chance to say goodbye

All because of someone having a bad day

© Poem – III/XXVIII/MMXXII

LRET

 

A Perfect Day

A Perfect Day

By Lord R.e. Taylor

A perfect day

The warm Sun is shining

A perfect day for a bike ride

© Poem – III/XXVII/MMXXII

LRET

 

Because Of A Smile

Because Of A Smile

By Lord R.e. Taylor

So long he was held down

Told that he was worthless

Mistreated and tortured

He lost the person he was

Became a non-entity

Always alone and never wanted

Then one day the Sun rose in the sky

Followed by a rainbow and a miracle

For the first time he saw that there was hope

He saw a woman he had only dreamed about

She walked past and flashed him a smile

Hope turned into strength and strength into freedom

He broke the chains which made him a prisoner

For the first time in his life, he was a man

And he found everything he had never known

All because of the smile of a woman

© Poem – III/XXVI/MMXXII

LRET

 

Tattered Pages

Tattered Pages

By Lord R.e. Taylor

You are a true mystery and an enigma

All wrapped within your pages

No one knows when you were written

Or even who took their time to write you

There is no sense of the travels you had

How many people saw you and read you

Did you make a difference in their lives

Or did you terrorize whole communities

We may never know the legend that is you

But even with all your tattered pages

We are just happy that you are still here

And you will be for as long as we care about you

An unknown part of history which begs to be known

© Poem – III/XXV/MMXXII

LRET

 

Ukraine

Ukraine

By Lord R.e. Taylor

You have been through so much

More than any people deserve

You have felt pain and loss

Death beyond any measure

But you stayed strong through it all

Ukraine you will never lose

You will stand tall and fight

You will survive and thrive

That is just who you are 

And who you always will be

© Poem – III/XXIII/MMXXII

LRET

 

Icarus’ Wings

Icarus’ Wings

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Trying to be happy

Even for just a moment

For him it is impossible

Like Icarus flying too high

He may try and try

Over and over and over again

Just when his dreams are about to be realized

He always loses his wings 

That man will never give up

He just makes better wings 

Then tries and tries again

Knowing one day he will reach the Sun

And he, for the first time, will be happy

© Poem – III/XXII/MMXXII

LRET

 

Our Footprints On The Street

Our Footprints On The Street

By Lord R.e. Taylor

It was so many lifetimes ago

We met and fell in love

So many times, we walked this street

With no one else ever around

They were our special trips to paradise

I built up the nerve to tell you I love you

And I asked you to be with me forever

Now, we have both aged

Our lives always together as one

But our pathway is still there

We still walk it every chance we get

Paradise is still our special place

I love you even more than that day

And our footprints on the street proves it

Painting by Grus Lindgren Art

© Poem – III/XXI/MMXXII

LRET

 

God’s Gift Of Hope

God’s Gift Of Hope

By Lord R.e. Taylor

In a distant town

All hope left the people

There was no one to come help

Nothing was there come and save them

They were all alone except for prayer

God heard their tears and looked down on them

He thought about what he should do

He gave them His sign of hope

A brightly colored rainbow showed up in the sky

That gave the people a shred of hope

For that they were beyond grateful

From that day until modern times

Families share the rainbow of colors

A tribute shown in the colors of umbrellas

A true vision of God’s gift of hope

© Poem – III/XIX/MMXXII

LRET

 

A Land Destroyed

A Land Destroyed

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Long ago there used to be a land

People were so different

They never hated each other

Things did not offend

Jokes made fun of everything

Everyone laughed at themselves

And they even laughed at each other

There was nothing wrong with that

Everyone was happy

Then the millennium came

That was when the world changed

All ruined by a few “woke’ people

People began getting offended

No one laughed anymore

And that world stopped existing

© Poem – III/XVIII/MMXXII

LRET

 

Writers

Writers

By Lord R.e Taylor

Writing a book doesn’t take much

At least that is what everyone thinks

Maybe hours, days, weeks, months, or years

Sitting alone in front of a keyboard

Ignoring the world around you

Listening to crappy music

Eating tons of Ramen Noodles

And drinking the strongest black coffee

There is never such a thing as sleep

Your mind keeps writing or rewriting the plot

But eventually it always ends

The last words get put into the story

Then the real hell starts

Some editing and a new story

That is the life of every author

And we love it

© Poem – III/XVII/MMXXII

LRET

 

Where Are The Kids

Where Are The Kids

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Where are the kids

Hiding at home

Wanting to play

But war says not yet

© Poem – III/XVI/MMXXII

LRET

 

Standing On Table Rock

Standing On Table Rock

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Standing on Table Rock

The roaring waters

Hearing them crash so far below

The movement is beautiful

Trying to draw you closer

Over the fence and into the water

Only to be washed away

Never to be seen again

© Poem – III/XIII/MMXXII

LRET

 

The Smiles He Lost

The Smiles He Lost

By Lord R.e. Taylor

His thoughts have changed

He was happy and smiling

That left years ago

As the sadness grew inside of him

And tears replaced the smiles

Life became so unimportant

With a bottle of alcohol and a handful of pills

And having an attitude that didn’t care

Things suddenly became so much better

When he crossed through the gates of Heaven

He once again found his smile

This time he would never lose it

All his pain was gone

And God blessed him

© Poem – III/XI/MMXXII

LRET

 

The Three Evils

The Three Evils

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Things have really changed

What we learned no longer works

See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil

That does not mean anything anymore

Evil comes to us 24 hours a day

Non-stop but with commercials

There are no two evils alike

All depending on who you watch

And the way it is all going

The evil we see, hear, and speak

Will be around for quite a while

© Poem – III/XI/MMXXII

LRET

 

The Perfect Pic

The Perfect Pic

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Moms and dads love their kids

Everyone knows that they do

Taking pictures all their lives

Most times getting perfect photos

Sometime the kid just looks funny

That is the one photo to last forever

© Poem – III/X/MMXXII

LRET

 

Reflective World

Reflective World

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Look at your world

Brightly lit and shiny

Reflected in a land of glass

Beautifully distorted

Nothing like the real world

Maybe better or maybe not

It is just different

That's all

© Poem – III/IX/MMXXII

LRET

 

The Legacy Of Annastacia Palaszczuk MP

The Legacy Of Annastacia Palaszczuk MP

Everyone was doing better

The virus was being held back

December came and life changed

The government stopped caring

Wanting money more than health

Now the virus is back

Making more people sick

Killing so many others

More than ever before

Their murderers don't care

They say that they do

But open borders say otherwise

It is too late now

Too many bodies to count

Still the same government exists

That is the new life on the modern Earth

© Poem – III/VIII/MMXXXII

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Small Men

Small Men

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Small men do exist

Maybe it’s their egos

Maybe it’s their penises

Either way they do not care

Attacking innocent people

Killing women and babies

Bombing without sight

They want the world to bend over

Accept them as a god

But everyone knows they are no gods

Just self-important jokes

© Poem – III/VII/MMXXII

Picture from Buzzfeed.com

 

Those Cursed Few Minutes

Those Cursed Few Minutes

By Lord R.e. Taylor

I don’t know if I like it or not

Those slight few moments

Between being asleep and awake

When your mind works overtime

But you try to shut it down

When the birds are screaming outside

And the sun shines in your face

You know that you want it to go away

But you know that it must be there

So, you sit on the side of the bed

You curse out the day you were born

Still, you make the choice to leave the bed 

You start the day because you have to

The entire time you dream of those few minutes

When you crawl back into your bed

The sun is gone, the birds are gone

And you find the quietness you lost

When you were between sleep and awake

For that you give thanks, and you swear

Because you know what it is coming

© Poem – III/IV/MMXXII

 

You Were Important

You Were Important

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Were you a temple

Or maybe a gateway to the gods

Either way you were important

Treasured by many people

Worshipped by many more

And you will be never forgotten

© Poem – III/II/MMXXII