Watching

Watching

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Eyes beyond compare

Watching every movement

Waiting for a weakness

Telling the heart to be ready

Another soul will be yours

Just as nature intended

© Poem – III/XXX/MMXXIII

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Messy Morning Hair

Messy Morning Hair

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Mornings are the worst

Waking from a good sleep

But there are always thoughts

Worries from the night before

There is a friend waiting for you

A nice hot cup of coffee is there

It will solve anything and everything

Except for messy morning hair

Coffee cannot help that in any way

You can try

You really can

But coffee can only do so much

© Poem – III/XXIX/MMXXIII

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A Piece Of Granite

A Piece Of Granite

by Lord R.e. Taylor

So many people

War heroes and workmen

Mothers and fathers

Priests and kings

Paupers and lunatics

They are no longer judged

Their stories are rarely told

Some are not even remembered

But, all buried side by side

No one better than the others

Marked with just a piece of granite

The last sign of a lost life

© Poem – III/XXVII/MMXXIII

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Her Babies

Her Babies

by Lord R.e. Taylor

It always made her happy

A tribute by a young artist

One painting of her babies

Flowers she grew from seed

Her children, her life

© Poem – III/XXIV/MMXXIII

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Just Be You

Just Be You

by Lord R.e. Taylor

You may be alone

Do not hide away

Your life will be good

Just be who you are

© Poem – III/XXII/MMXXIII

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Crocus

Crocus

by Lord R.e. Taylor

You never listen to that groundhog

The almanac is usually wrong

And the weatherman doesn’t know

The snow will come when it wants

Covering everything again and again

But do not care what it does

You fight your way through

Poking your head into the warming air

The first color of the coming spring

You make everyone smile and remember

Spring is here and life has returned

All thanks to you

© Poem – III/XXI/MMXXIII

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Get Away

Get Away

by Lord R.e. Taylor

So many things happen

Most may be good

But some cannot be

They are the ones which build up

Sometimes beyond reason

You should stand up to them

That is what you have been taught

For most of us though we need something else

We just need some time to get away

Leave all the bad things behind

Hopefully, if we get far enough away

Then we can live the happy lives we deserve

© Poem – III/XVII/MMXXIII

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Goodbye Mom

Goodbye Mom

by Lord R.e. Taylor

I was fifteen when you died

I never got the chance to say goodbye

One more day

Even one more minute

Would not have been enough

© Poem – III/XV/MMXXIII

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She Will Learn Love

She Will Learn Love

by Lord R.e. Taylor

She was the last of a dozen babies

Each one as cute as the others

But she was never chosen to have a family

So she ended up alone on a country road

Without food or water she learned about pain

Happily she was saved from her punishment

Locked in a cage she watches people walk by

Tears run down her eyes as he does her best to be cute

Hoping that someone will choose her

And she will find the love her life had been missing

© Poem – III/XII/MMXXIII

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Judge Mommy

Judge Mommy

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Grandma, I have been framed

There were no witnesses

They never presented evidence

She just saw me near that cupcake

I was arrested, charged, and convicted

Boy, Mommy can be a tough judge

© Poem – III/VIII/MMXXIII

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384,400 Kilometers

384,400 Kilometers

by Lord R.e. Taylor

384,400 kilometers

Such a vast distance

It is so hard to look back

Knowing they cannot see or hear me

I am all alone on an empty world

How could I know how it would turn out

Now I am living with no hope

I left that behind me

My children will never know what happened

Why their father cannot come home

But all he can do is look back

And he will cry when he thinks of them

All alone 384,400 kilometers away

© Poem – III/VII/MMXXIII

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Too Many Clocks

Too Many Clocks

by Lord R.e. Taylor

I don’t want a watch

I should not see a clock

Or be reminded what the time is

I just want to go to the beach

Maybe listen to the waves

Nature’s first and most accurate clock

But it never tells you hours or minutes

It just tells you what you already forgot

You are living in the moment

Without having to worry about the next on

Or the one which just passed

Maybe that is what nature had planned for us

We may never care to know

We have too many clocks around to change

© Poem – III/V/MMXXIII

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A Story

A Story

by Lord R.e. Taylor

It does matter how many words it has

How many paragraphs or pages

Every story is a world by itself

It could be a magical place

Or it could tell of a moment in history

The story itself may not matter

It is always the feelings it gives the reader

Maybe it will help the reader to think

Either way a story is a miracle

It combines the talent of the writer

With the minds of the readers

Creating something unique between the two

© Poem – III/I/MMXXIII

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