Consequences

Consequences

by Lord R.e. Taylor

I do not care what I do

What could happen

How will it affect others

Not my problem

I just want to have fun

That is all that matters

Worry about consequences later

After all, if things go right

I will probably not be here to see them

© Poem – XXX/VII/MMXXIV

LRET

 

Everyone Has A Story

Everyone Has A Story

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Grandpa, you have no idea how much I miss you

Sitting on the floor at your feet

Listening to all of you amazing stories

Your hunting polar bear using tears as bullets

How you met Grandma while riding the bus

The way life was in that small Pennsylvania town

But, please Grandpa know that I listened to every word

I will tell my children and grandchildren all of them

And through them you will live forever

© Poem – XXVIII/VII/MMXXIV

LRET

 

Purgatory

Purgatory

by Lord R.e. Taylor

I felt my last heartbeat

Took my last breath

Then the scream came

My soul no longer belonged to me

Wearing her black robes

She lowered herself from her horse

The Banshee came to collect me

She never spoke, not a single word

But I knew that I had to go

Where I had to go was her decision

She dumped me at the door to the afterlife

I heard family and friends calling from above

Family and friends calling from below

She left me to rot in the land of Purgatory

Her decision and her law without appeal

So, I guess I found my new home

At least for all eternity

© Poem – XXIV/VII/MMXXIV

LRET

 

Too Much BS

Too Much BS

by Lord R.e. Taylor

You live in a democracy

Every so often the filters go down

No matter who the person is

It doesn’t matter how much you respect them

The BS doesn’t need to sneak through

It comes out with every word

They won’t say anything that is true

Even fact-checkers cry when they hear it all

But all the BS has to stop sometime

Well at least for the next four years

© Poem – XXII/VII/MMXXIV

LRET

 

Her Window

Her Window

by Lord R.e.Taylor

I knew that old woman

The one you lived behind the window

Every morning she would give me a cookie

I would chow it down while she watered her plants

Now those curtains never open

She is gone but that window, it was her life

© Poem – XX/VII/MMXXIV

LRET

 

“Your” Creations

“Your” Creations

by Lord R.e. Taylor

It used to be a challenge

Trying to be creative

But those days are sadly gone

Now it may take a little talent

A few minutes of time

And the right computer program

With just the right keystrokes

You can be an artist, a poet, or even an author

Or maybe you can be all three

Remember though, your creations will not be yours

They will always belong to a computer chip

Shared with millions of other “creative people”

Each one “thinks” they are an artist, poet, or author on their own

But all are just pretenders not the same as you

No matter how many keys they press

© Poem – XVIII/VII/MMXXIV

LRET

 

Taking The Tractor

Taking The Tractor

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Taking the tractor without permission

He knew it would be trouble

Driving too fast

Luckily he was not hurt

But his dad WILL be pissed

© Poem – XV/VII/MMXXIV

LRET

 

The Book Lady

The Book Lady

by Lord R.e. Taylor

She has seen millions of books

Reading every one of them

Now, she shares her experiences

Showing you the way to new worlds

So, don’t just stop by 

Take your time and enjoy all of her history

© Poem VI/VII/MMXXIV

LRET

 

After I Am Gone

After I Am Gone

by Lord R.e. Taylor

After I am gone

I want no tears

Just laughter

Some Jack Daniels

But not a single tear

Understand!

© Poem – I/VII/MMXXIV

LRET