Laugh At Me

Laugh At Me

by Lord R.e. Taylor

I may be slightly crazy

Laugh at me if you want to

Because I laugh at myself

© Poem – III/XI/MMXXV

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Forest Fires

Forest Fires

By Lord R.e. Taylor

It could be miles away

Or it could be around the corner

There is no way to really know

But the horror is there

And its blackness is there to see

It takes animals and people

Tearing them from their homes

Sometimes, even taking their lives

But they will come year after year

Mother Nature sees to that

Burning more and more each time

Someday, maybe forest fires will be gone

Then there may be no more smoke

Perhaps no more lives are lost

And maybe no more trees are left to burn

© Poem – III/XI/MMXXV

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The Meadow

The Meadow

by Lord R.e.Taylor

A beautiful meadow at sunset

Peaceful beyond anything you could ever imagine

A place to be reborn

© Poem – II/XIII/MMXXV

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Fishing

Fishing

By Lord R.e. Taylor

I do know you're there

I am here every week

Rain or shine doesn't matter

You are brilliant

I know that

No one has ever seen you

But we all know you are there

I will make a promise to you

A promise you have heard forever

But my bad luck cannot be bad all the time

And your good luck will have to end

But please do not worry, my nemesis

I will not harm you, and you will live

Just let me brag that I caught the monster fish

And you can go from myth to history

© Poem – I/XII/MMXXV

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Heaven’s New Angel

Heaven’s New Angel

by Lord R.e. Taylor

She wants to get away

Leave it all behind

Her life was all pain

Without a hint of love

Darkness gave her hope

No one could find her in the shadows

No one could abuse her anymore

There, she had one friend

A man without a face

All dressed in the darkest black

He comforted her

Offering her the happiness she never knew

And wiping away her tears

He knows that one day he will help her

And Heaven will have itself a new angel

© Poem – XXIX/XI/MMXXV

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It’s The You I Love

It’s The You I Love

by Lord R.e. Taylor

There is something I wonder

I have been thinking about it for a long time

But now I think I am just going to ask

Where do they keep girls like you

I mean the girls who know how to laugh

The ones who look at life differently

They do not care what anyone says

And they care less about what everyone thinks

Maybe you are really just one of a kind

There is no way they could have made another you

And I thank God for that, and for you, every day

© Poem – XXVIII/XI/MMXXV

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The Forever Flame

The Forever Flame

by Lord R.e. Taylor

A flame in the middle of nowhere 

Burning for a hundred million years 

No one knows how it started 

Or how it has burned for so long 

Just imagine what it has seen 

The extinction of dinosaurs 

And the birth of a creature called humans

It watched the first birds take flight 

Then it saw man's first step on the moon 

It is hard to imagine something so special 

So magical and yet so familiar 

It has always been there waiting to be seen 

Now we can appreciate what it stands for 

Not today, not yesterday but the entire history of Earth

© Poem – XXVII/XI.MMXXV

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Tribute To Anne

Tribute To Anne

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Anne was just a normal girl

No one special

Not someone you would notice

But fate has a way of doing things

It placed her in the wrong place

At the worst time possible.

Hiding for seven hundred sixty-one days

All she had were a few people hiding with her

And the fear that they would be caught.

She lived in a world of silence—

So, her imaginary friend Kitty found her.

She also found a place where she could talk,

Talking about what her life had become.

Her words were candles in the blackout,

Each page is a fragile flame against the dark.

She wrote of laughter, longing, and first love

While the world outside forgot its mercy.

Eighty years later, her diary has become a bible,

And the girl who was a nobody—

Well, she became Anne Frank,

The girl everyone knows.

© Poem XXVI/XI/MMXXV

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The New War

The New War

by Lord R.e. Taylor

War used to be so honourable

Soldiers met face to face

Civilians never got involved

But that was an eternity ago

Now, you can sit in New York

Press one button

Killing a million people in Tehran

They never see their faces

Not knowing if they were men

Or maybe there were some women

And, God forbid, there be any kids

But the upper ranks of soldiers

Well, they could not care less

After all, a dead enemy is a good enemy

So, send everything you've got

Unleash a blind military

Just hope they don't get you next

At least until they can look you in the eyes

At least you will have an honourable death

And you’ll leave a good story for your family to tell

© Poem – XXV/XI/MMXXV

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Around The Corner

Around The Corner

by Lord R.e. Taylor

What is just around the corner

Is it something to improve life

Or something to destroy it

We all hope for the first choice

Maybe something yet to be invented

Maybe something we never knew we knew

Either way, we need to help our lives

Not just for one or two of us

Instead, we need to help all of us

Friends, enemies, everyone on this planet

So, let us all go around that corner together

Maybe we will find the right choice

But, then again, maybe not

© Poem – XXIII/XI/MMXXV

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Rules Don’t Apply

Rules Don’t Apply

by Lord R.e. Taylor

He has been on the road since he was born

It doesn’t matter where it is or what it is made of

Concrete, brick, cobblestone, or red mud

All he wants is a bottle of Jack and four wheels

He was never the kind for a licence

And speed limits are just suggestions

The cops know him, and they like catching him

He just makes an endless game out of it

He is not the kind who likes to lose

After all, the roads were made for him

And he makes the rules

© Poem – XXI/XI/MMXXV

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Forest Cathedral

Forest Cathedral

by Lord R.e. Taylor

For a few days out of the year

Forests are no longer simple forests

They turn into a massive cathedral

With pillars reaching up to Heaven

Ceilings made of the purest gold

With just enough light showing through

To make even the air look like it was on fire

Choirs of birds and animals raise their voices

Singing hymns, man could never write

The aisle leading up to the altar

It has its own music, spirit, and soul

A babbling brook with gentle waterfalls

The perfect music behind the hymns of the forest

Hopefully, man will never be able to enter that church

This cathedral could never survive

Maybe it would become a high-rise hotel

Or perhaps a simple parking lot

And Nature’s beauty would be gone forever

© Poem – XXI/XI/MMXXV

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Looking For Her Future

Looking For Her Future

by Lord R.e. Taylor

She stands on the edge

Her normality behind her

The foggy mists of her future ahead

They will not allow her to see what is coming

Still, she stands alone and looks

Hoping to get a single glimpse of what is coming

© Poem – XIX/XI/MMXXV

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Weekend Days

Weekend Days

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Weekends were always special

Leave the city life behind

Just hop in the car and take a ride

Small towns were soon magical

The Little family-owned restaurants

Stores that sold lottery tickets and alcohol

Antique shops always had the right stuff

And hundreds of yard sales lined the roads

The people were the friendliest 

Never having a bad thing to say

It was always the best days ever

And still the best memories ever

© Poem – XVII/XI/MMXXV

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Children Of The Static

Children Of The Static

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Even 60 years ago 

The world was different

We were different, too

We had our black & white TVs

We were loyal to our three channels 

That was mainly all we had

Every night, sometime around midnight

Every station would shut down

And we would get our static

Kids would spend hours looking at it

Waiting to see a face or hear a voice

Maybe it would come from the grave

It might be coming from outer space

We never knew, and it didn’t matter

It was forbidden for us to be doing it 

Way too far past our bedtimes

But all that did was add to the fun

We never found out who they were

Or what they said to us

The fact that we saw then was enough

Now I look and cannot find any static

Dawn, I miss being a kid

© Poem – XVIII/XI/MMXXV

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Heaven’s Playground

Heaven’s Playground

by Lord R.e. Taylor

It is the worst thing when a child dies

Years of agony and tears

A feeling of emptiness

And the disappearance of hope

You know that your child misses you

They see you in their dreams

And you see them in yours

But for every child who leaves us

They have a special place given by God

A Heaven where children are happy

With newly made friends around them

You know they are running around

Smiling, laughing, and playing

As they wait for their mommy and daddy

And when that day comes 

Everything will again be perfect

Just the way it was before

© Poem – XVII/XI/MMXXV

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I Miss My White Christmas

I Miss My White Christmas

By Lord R.e. Taylor

When I was a kid, I didn’t know what I had

Waking up on Christmas morning

Not looking for presents until later

I looked out of the front door

Always hoping for a covering of virgin snow

As an adult, I made the mistake of moving

Settling down in the southern tropics

Now Christmas is met with palm trees

And the annoying sounds of lorikeets

I would give everything I have or will have

To see one more white Christmas

Just like the ones that I left behind

© Poem – XV/XI/MMXXV

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Writer

Writer

by Lord R.e. Taylor

She sits alone every night 

Just her and her pen and paper

Writing tens of thousands of words

Creating characters  from nothing

She writes stories of strange lands

Love, which had to happen somewhere

And tales of magic and miracles 

Yes, she does get to know her characters

They become her friends

She does cry when one of them is hurt

She celebrates when they are happy

And she is there through their entire  lives

No, she is not just a writer by any means 

She is the creator of her worlds

And she is a goddess to her people

© Poem – XV/XI/MMXXV

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My Heart Is Yours

My Heart Is Yours

by Lord R.e. Taylor

I remember your voice

The smile that you have 

The way I feel when I see you

Every moment is so rare

Given to us by the Fates

I wish it could be so much more

Moments, hours, or a lifetime longer

Just to spend it all with you 

It may never happen, but I still pray

And my feelings go unspoken 

But please know that my heart is yours

Just as the Fates hoped that it would be 

© Poem – XIV/XI/MMXXV

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Final Heartbeats

Final Heartbeats

by Lord R.e. Taylor

I feel my heartbeat

I have never felt it before

But it is ever so weak

It won't last me much longer

I am sure of that

But I do not care

It allowed me to find you

Gave me the chance to love you

And it allowed you to walk away

So, without you in my life

I no longer need to know it is there

So, in the few beats that I have left

Please let me remember you

Just the way you were when we loved

And not the door closing behind you

Even in death, I could not bear that again

© Poem – XIV/XI/MMXXV

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Drought

Drought

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Month after month

Sometimes for years

The clouds never come

The air just dries everything 

The grasses and trees turn brown

Animals die in the fields

And families pray for a touch of rain

No matter how many people pray

Or how much they sacrifice

Only dust fills their lives

When rain finally does come

Even if it is for just a single day

It is a life-renewing celebration 

A sign that God does hear prayers

And that He does care for His children

© Poem – XIII/XI/MMXXV

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Stairs To Home

Stairs To Home

by Lord R.e. Taylor

I cannot wait to walk up those steps

After I am finally laid to rest

I want to see all the other spirits

Talk with them and maybe share stories

I lived with knowledge of them

Having seen or heard my share

No, I am not scared of them

Why should I be

They are no different from me

I feel I will be safe with them

So let me peacefully go up those steps

I promise that I will never bother you again

Why would I

For the first time, I will be happy and at home

© Poem – XI/XI/MMXXV

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A Midnight Life

A Midnight Life

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Yes, sleeping all night may be fun

You can binge on TV all night, too

But there is a whole world out there

Offering a million new experiences

And a mess of interesting people

Basically, brimming with life 

Life that you have never seen

Life you probably didn’t know existed

But now you are a full-grown adult

Hopefully, with no bedtime anymore

So, just one night go out and open up

See if you can enjoy just one thing

It may just change your life

And maybe make you a little happier

© Poem – VIII/XI/MMXXV

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Too Many Changes

Too Many Changes

by Lord R.e. Taylor

The world has changed

Values of the past are gone

Communists are rising

Nazis are making a comeback

It is not anyone's fault

But it may be everyone’s fault

Nobody really planned for it

One day, everything was fine

The next thing was all wrong

Maybe it was just the right time

Or you could say the wrong time

There is no idea how long it will last

Or how long we will last 

If we last

© Poem – VII/XI/MMXXV

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A Magical Place

A Magical Place

by Lord R.e. Taylor

A magical place

A couple of inches tall

Sheltered by nature

They live in peace

A mother, father, and their kids

Sharing their lives with woodland creatures

They help make the world a good place

Full of love and hope for all

The magical creatures who live in that house

Well, you may not believe in them

But they believe in you

They love you and always wish you well

So, if you see a brightly colored mushroom

Make sure you do not pick it

You may be taking a family of fairies with it

And that would not be good for anyone

© Poem – V/XI/MMXXV

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Our Own Hell

Our Own Hell

by Lord R.e. Taylor

The Sun burns down

Turning the day into a hell

Tarmac burns and bubbles

Sticking to children’s feet

Sunscreen will not work

Your body turns red in minutes

Clothes hurt way too much

And sleeping is almost impossible 

All you can do is pray for cold air

Or you could pray for a quick death

Either way would be a blessing

Chill please. I was just kidding

But, think about this for a second

At least you wouldn't hurt anymore

© Poem – IV/XI/MMXXV

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Mother Goose

Mother Goose

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Mother Goose takes a walk

Leaving all her little ones at home

Sometimes she just needs a break

But do not worry too much

The kids know how to honk

They are louder than an A-bomb

So, Mother Goose will run home

Taking care of her babies

Just before she leaves again

And her gander gets stuck

Cursing and crying

He binge-watches Netflix

Hating his life choices

Praying that the kids do not wake up

At least until their mom gets home

© Poem – III/XI/MMXXV

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The Winter Moon

The Winter Moon

by Lord R.e. Taylor

The full moon on a winter's eve

Casts a strange light across the horizon 

It creates dark shadows all around

Giving the night an evil glow

Maybe it is safe to travel alone

But that could be your worst mistake

The light that you see is not common

It only arrives when the Earth is just right

It is not known why it comes or who sends it

But you will hear screams of pain and terror

And you may see stains in the snow

Sadly, you will not see the people who went out

They may be dead, or they may just be missing 

A few of us know the truth, but we will never say

That would take all of the fun away

And we sure would not want that

Would we?

© Poem – II/XI/MMXXV

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The Speed Of Time

The Speed Of Time

By Lord R.e. Taylor

I do not know who invented time

They didn’t make it right

It passes so fast that we can’t see it

One minute, we are playing on a monkey bar

Next, we must use a walker to move

Yeah, we can look and try to remember

Sometimes even that fails us

I know that we all complain about it

But nothing is ever going to fix it

So what if every year feels like an hour

We just have to accept what they decided

Just remember that time is truly fleeting

So in the next “hours” left, live a whole life

And do not worry, you didn’t make the rules

You just have to live by them

© Poem – XXXI/X/MMXXV

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Waterdrop

Waterdrop

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Let the river flow

Gathering speed as it goes

It does not know what is coming

Every drop has a chance to create

With an equal fatal chance

The roar keeps the drops from thinking 

What is going to happen

Will the drops go over the falls

And crash behind the rocks below

Or will they be lifted into the mist

Flying high above the chaos below

Creating a beautiful rainbow

A wonderful memory for anyone watching

Before they make their trip up the river

Just so they can do it again and again

Danger, fear, and the ultimate beauty

Such is the life of a waterdrop

© Poem – XVIII/X/MMXXV

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