The Ride

The Ride

by Lord R.e. Taylor

From the second of conception

Time begins its endless ride

Always traveling faster and faster

Leaving each breath behind

But we have no choice

We joined the ride before we knew better

Now, most of us are well beyond our prime

Still riding that ride

Collecting memories and feelings

Loving and losing the way the ride intended

We are hoping it will not end too soon

But also hoping it will end when the time is right

However, we do not have a choice

Whenever the conductor comes around

He will look carefully at our ticket

He will be the one to decide what station is ours

When he does that it is when our ride ends

And he won’t care as our ride leaves without us

© Poem – XXX/X/MMXXIV

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The Lunch Counter

The Lunch Counter

By Lord R.e. Taylor

It was a whole other world

No cellphones or tablets

No text messages

People gathered and talked

The most popular places no longer exist

Every afternoon and all weekends

The place to be was the lunch counter

Woolworth’s always had the best

Every store in every mall and street

Great food that never emptied your pocket

And a staff that would make your day happy

No matter what mood you were in

It is so sad that Woolworth’s had to die

Sadder yet, the lunch counters went with them

But we do have memories and pictures

That way, they will always be alive

© Poem – XXVIII/X/MMXXIV

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Hidden Pain

Hidden Pain

By Lord R.e. Taylor

You cannot tell by looking at someone

What demons are tearing at their souls

How many tears their eyes cannot show

The endless pain that life has given them

Somehow, they manage to survive

Some even manage to thrive

But they keep their pain hidden

They do not want you to judge them

Or make things worse

They want to live the best lives they can

Just like the rest of us

© Poem – XXIV/X/MMXXIV

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You Are A Treasure

You Are A Treasure

by Lord R.e. Taylor

You are not well-known

Hidden away the way you are

Not quite the same as a lost city

You are still a treasure to behold

© Poem – XXIV/X/MMXXIV

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Love’s Promise

Love’s Promise

by Lord R.e. Taylor

He knows how important you are

His heart only beats when you are near

Dreams of you fill his sleep

And his daydreams show only you

He is proud of having you in his life

An integral part of a very long existence

All it took was for him to look into your eyes

And hear the first words you ever said

Love appeared in that moment

Promising to never leave

A promise it intends to keep

© Poem – XXII/X/MMXXIV

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Cobblestone Streets

Cobblestone Streets

by Lord R.e. Taylor

All around the world

There is art you can see

You can touch

And you can even walk on

Cobblestones are not new

They have been around forever

Still very few take the time to look at them

The beautiful designs some add

Other archaic haphazard designs

Each adds to the beauty of the medium

If you get the chance to walk a cobblestone street

Take time to look at the stones

Maybe touch a few

Their beauty may just make you smile

© Poem – XX/X/MMXXIV

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British Finger Cakes

British Finger Cakes

By Lord R.e. Taylor

I had no idea she was that kind of girl

One with a warped sense of humor

There were glimpses over time

On Halloween last year I finally fell in love

I told her I loved British finger cakes

Where she got the British fingers, I have no idea

But man, they were delicious

© Poem – XVIII/X/MMXXIV

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Almighty Imperfections

Almighty Imperfections

By Lord R.e. Taylor

I do not believe in perfection

Humankind was not made for it

Even back in medieval times

Artisans skipped a stitch or two

So, their tapestries were not perfect

Sometimes brush strokes were “forgotten”

Or a color was just a tiny bit off from the rest

Again, not perfection

I am one who follows this tradition

An added or missing lettr

A period or comma in the wrong place

The thing is, only God can be perfect

And not one of us is God

So, we love imperfections as our own

A creative way to show tribute to The God Almighty

© Poem – XII/X/MMXXIV

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The Darkness

The Darkness

by Lord R.e. Taylor

There is something great out there

Brought into traveling miles 

Your journey will not be a usual one

A special time when your view changes

The world around you is gone

Hidden in the pure black shadows

There is nothing to see

Nothing to distract you

But there is always something there

So, maybe it is just you and your thoughts

Perhaps that is a good thing but maybe not

It is all up to you and the souls of the darkness

© Poem – VIII/X/MMXXIV

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You Can Make A Choice

You Can Make A Choice

By Lord R.e. Taylor

It has been a long time

We cannot remember our last win

Still, we fight and fight

Trying to make things work

Instead, we become confused

Not knowing what is true

Maybe we should go with our hearts

Not trying to overthink things

Sometimes we may get it right

Other times we will likely get it wrong

So, think about it all this way

We will have to live with it

So make a choice

And let the crap fall where it may

After all, it may be fun to watch.

© Poem – VII/X/MMXXiV

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Homesick Doesn’t Kill

Homesick Doesn’t Kill

By Lord R.e. Taylor

It has been a long time

Home doesn’t exist

Everything has changed

People have gone

There is nothing left

Yes, I miss it all

Maybe a bit too much

Being homesick does not kill you

You just wish it would

© Poem – VI/X/MMXXIV

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She Still Watches

She Still Watches

by Lord R.e. Taylor

She was born so long ago

Her mother left her after the birth

Somehow she survived

Lost away from the world

Without love or education

She was different from everyone else

Her world was silent

Only the animals visit her

In all her sun rose and set on her

Some guess more than forty-five thousand times

But she kept to her life

Even to the extent of dying all alone

Still her body sits in her favorite chair

Watching a door which never opens

But that was who this poor woman was

Unloved and unknown for her life

And now for her eternity

© Poem – X/IV/MMXXIV

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Visiting The Bayou

Visiting The Bayou

by Lord R.e. Taylor

There is a place

Everyone knows about

Although no one talks about it

So many strange things are there

Animals that would love to eat you

Witches and warlocks casting spells

And the living dead looking for you

Please, if you do not live in a bayou

Do not take the chance of visiting

So many people have gone in for the day

A lot of them never found their way out

No one knows what happened to them

Or if they do they will not say

So, listen to the tall tales

Believe what those who escaped have to say

And stay out of the Louisiana swamps

© Poem – IV/X/MMXXIV

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All Hallow’s Eve

All Hallow’s Eve

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Every year a month comes along

Dreams of candy and costumes

Parties for the grown-ups

Yelling “trick or treat” for the kids

Ghost stories are told

Still, no one hears the moans in the wind

The feeling that something bad is coming

Maybe some bones scattered around

All Hallows Eve is coming

The dead know when it is

And they want to come out and play

So, get your candy but remain safe

They will be watching to be sure you are

© Poem – X/I/MMXXIV

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A Long Lost Hero

A Long Lost Hero

by Lord R.e. Taylor

When I was a kid, I loved picking apples

There was a tree standing on the top of a hill

It always had the best-tasting fruit

And we fought for the ones from the top

It was nearly two centuries old

Surviving so many blizzards and storms

Untouched by so much until last year

A gale came up from the lowlands

The leaves blocked out the sun for two days

Revealing a grave from so long ago

After that day when we went to gather apples

We thanked Captain Spencer Tate for his tree

And the apples we picked

A lasting tribute to a long-lost hero

© Poem – X/I/MMXXIV

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A Cassowary’s Warning

A Cassowary’s Warning

by Lord R.e. Taylor

How dare you come to my land

We never said that you were welcome

You just came and took over

Just as if you owned the place

Well, guess what...you don’t

We are the Alphas here

We decide who comes and who stays

So, if you know what is good for you

Go back to where your kind came from

Or try staying in your cities

You might be safe there

But we haven’t decided yet

Maybe we will let you know when we do

Maybe not though

That is all up to you

© Poem – IX/XXX/MMXXIV

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