The Oracle’s Temple

The Oracle’s Temple

by Lord R.e. Taylor

As you walk the stone path

The wind blows around you

Voices from millenniums past

Too soft to really hear

In a language that is long dead

Could they be warnings

Or could they be blessings

There is really no way to know

You must remember that you are an outsider

Not a worshipper of the ancient religions

Not one who would ever follow their words

So, the oracle’s temple will keep her secrets

And that may just be the best thing

After all, the future is not for us to know

And she knows that better than anyone

© Poem – XXXI/XII/MMXXV

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Writing Problems

Writing Problems

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Sometimes you want to write

You know what you want to say

You can feel the perfect emotions

Maybe you can see it in your dreams

But, no matter how hard you try

Those words are just not right

And these words are even worse

Nothing works for you except quitting

But we are stupid writers

We will never quit ever

Those words have to be written

And you have to be the one to write them

So, we get a cup of coffee

Turn the lights down, and we think

We thought and thought before we wrote that first word

And, of course, we misspell it and have to start over

© Poem – XXX/XII/MMXXV

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Something Different

Something Different

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Every time she looks around

She sees something too different for her

She tries to understand it

But it is too confusing

So, she walks down the lonely street

Telling no one about it

It is her nightmare that haunts her

She no longer looks around

Never sees anything too different for her

So, finally, her mind rests

© Poem – XXVIII/XII/MMXXV

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Say Goodbye

Say Goodbye

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Donuts, cookies, or whatever

You know they are not safe there

Especially when milk is close

They will be gone the minute you leave

© Poem – XXIV/XII/MMXXV

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The Eternal Lantern

The Eternal Lantern

by Lord R.e. Taylor

The lantern lights the darkness

Bringing a new vision to the forest

No one knows who brought it out

Or the reasons behind it

No one ever comes out to light it

Still, it burns eternally constant 

It burns for the lost,  

It burns for the waiting,  

It burns for the dawn yet to come.

Whatever it is or wherever it came from

And even though no one ever sees it

It is a legendary light of hope

© Poem – XXIV/XII/MMXXV

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Merry Christmas

 

Welcome To Earth

Welcome To Earth

by Lord R.e. Taylor

So many things we do not know

Many more things we do not understand

Most do not want to talk about them

Others want to see the truth

But that is being kept secret

Locked away in unknown files

In the basement rooms no one knows about

However, the time has come

People want to see if we are alone

Someday, the files will be captured

Opened before the public

Only then can we welcome them

And we will no longer feel alone

© Poem – XXIV/XII/MMXXV

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Santa Eats

Santa Eats

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Working one night a year

Eating a billion calories during his travels

No wonder he is fat

© Poem – XXII/XII/MMXXV

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Your Hidden Treasure

Your Hidden Treasure

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Everyone has a treasure

Hidden somewhere

Often it is no larger than a spark

Barely able to be seen

Unless you are looking for it

Even so it may just take a second to find it

But it may take days or even months

Sometimes it will be gone for years

But never lose your faith

That treasure was always yours

And rest assured that it always will be

© Poem – XIX/XII/MMXXV

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It Ain’t Happening

It Ain’t Happening

by Lord R.e. Taylor

So many voices

From all over the world

Warnings repeated

But the authorities ignored them

Ignored the terrorists coming in from other lands

Ignored the man and his son

And the four guns they had

They also ignored the explosives

Luckily, they were not used

Fifteen people died that day

Thirty-eight people were wounded

The shooters even killed a ten-year-old girl

All because the authorities didn’t care

The time has come to change things

Make people pay attention

And do something to keep people safe

Because it sure ain’t happening now

© Poem – XX/XII/MMXXV

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Dedicated to the souls lost and those wounded

at Bondi Beach.

 

The King’s Exit

The King’s Exit

by Lord R.e. Taylor

A doorway exiting the castle

Ancient, when the land was still young

You can imagine the king

Stepping from his only sanctuary

Leaving his world and all his people

To whatever fate has planned

He does not look back

His kingdom was great at one time

Now it is no more 

Both it and its people

Destroyed and left to rot with time

While he lives in paradise

© Poem – XIX/XII/MMXXV

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Magical Bees Of Oz

Magical Bees Of Oz

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Some say they are real,  

Others say imagination.  

No one has ever seen one—  

Yet they are bees, after all,  

Drifting through the garden,  

Touching every bloom they find.  

Still the legends echo, year by year:  

The rare blue bees of Oz.  

Magical, beautiful,  

A secret part of nature.  

Fake or not, they deserve our wonder—  

For they are so impossibly cute.

© Poem – XVII/XII/MMXXV

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The Endless Valley

The Endless Valley

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Walk down the endless valley

No roads or pathways there

Not even the faintest animal trail

Trees so thick that there is no forward or back 

No right or left that you can see

The sky will be non-existent 

No sunlight could ever get through

Eternal night is your blessing and curse

Someday, you may find the end of the valley 

But you know that you cannot celebrate 

You still have to find your way back 

© Poem – XIV/XII.MMXXV

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Tears From The Future

Tears From The Future

by Lord R.e. Taylor

You came from the future

We know you have seen everything

The good things that we have done

And all of the bad things too

You are not here to warn us

Not that we would ever listen to you

So you just watch us and cry

But believe me we have cried just as much

We know all that we have lost

Let’s hope that you learn from us

And the next generation will not cry for you

© Poem – XV/XII/MMXXV

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Love Lost To The Moon

Love Lost To The Moon

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Once each month, he stands in the light—

The silver cast of the full moon.

He lifts his gaze to its eyes,

And prays, and weeps, yet does not move

From that sacred place, he knows.

He remembers only one truth:

On a night just like tonight,

He kissed the first love of his life,

Promising forever.

But that was the night she left him,

Her last breath dissolves into light.

Now he prays to join her there,

In the moon’s eternal glow.

And every night he pleads,

But the moon only lets him wait—

As he has waited,

For fifty long years

© Poem – XIII/XII/MMXXV

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The Natural Garden

The Natural Garden

by Lord R.e. Taylor

In the beginning, God created a garden

A place where all life began

Ever since that day a long time ago

People have created gardens

Working hours or even their lifetime

Just to make everything look perfect

Flowers, trees, and beautiful statues

Everything their hearts want to have

Still, sometimes the most beautiful is not quite right

Forests located far away from people

Where only nature and God make the design

May those gardens last forever

We cannot afford to lose their natural beauty

© Poem – XII/XII/MMXXV

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Breslau: Her Home

Breslau: Her Home

by Lord R.e. Taylor

More than a hundred years ago

A young girl and her family lived in a city

It had a history that went on forever

The wars had finished covering the streets

Disease was the new curse for the people

But that little girl lived as normally as possible

Even though she left when she was six years old

She had very fond memories of her hometown

Even now, after more than one hundred years

When her town of Breslau is now Wroclaw

I can still look at pictures and see my mom

Running through the Square with her folks

Being someone, I wish I could have known

Laughing and having fun just like a normal kid

All while living in a land so far away

© Poem – X/XII/MMXXV

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Mielikki

Mielikki

by Lord R.e. Taylor

You are a warrior

You are a saviour

You are the protector of the forest

The animals may live and breathe

Safe to be the beings they are

Plants can be green and fertile

Spreading throughout the woods

Believe it or not humans do venture in

They admire your work

And most do nothing to harm it

Mielikki, warrior and saviour, 

Protector of the green and wild, 

Temple of breath, temple of leaf, 

We praise you, we love you, we keep you

© Poem – IX/XII/MMXXV

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A Night To Remember

A Night To Remember

By Lord R.e. Taylor

The music is so beautiful,

Written for a night just like this.

Two people from different worlds,

By chance in the same place,

At the exact perfect moment in time.

Their hands barely touch,

Yet both of them feel it

Something unspoken between strangers.

Yes, the night will eventually end,

Perhaps with a kiss,

Or maybe only a few quiet words.

But either way,

It will be a night to remember.

© Poem – VIII/XII/MMXXV

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I Am So Cute

I Am So Cute

by R.e. Taylor

I know you had a hard day

I can see it in your eyes

You woke up too late

Had to rush without breakfast

And you probably didn’t have lunch

Now, you know that takes a toll on you

You came home and saw me

I know that I am just so cute

So, you can just relax and pet my belly

I am pretty sure that will make you smile

I know I will smile if you do

© Poem – VII/XII/MMXXV

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The Bible

The Bible

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Someone so long ago

Sat at the lake shore

Reading the Bible

He sat silently, reading the words

No one bothered him

He was there as the clouds moved in

Looking at the clouds, he prayed to his God

Then, when people looked over again

He was gone

The only thing left was the open Bible

It was open to Psalm 40

Elders say that the Bible is still there

All of these years later, it can still be seen

Touched by neither wind nor storms

It is still open to the words of God

And the blessings that they bring

© IV/XI/MMXXV

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Be Proud

Be Proud

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Stroke by stroke

The colors appear

They may look random

People will not understand

They will look at it

Many will say ‘what the hell’

Others may just walk past

A few will probably like it

But it does not matter

Every color and every stroke

They came from the beats of your heart

You watched your baby grow

And it turned out perfect

You should be proud

Just as any parent should be

© Poem – III/XI/MMXXV

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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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