Please Little Angel

Please Little Angel

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Please little angel

You have done so much

Helping children in trouble

Taking them through their illnesses

Helping their dreams always be good

And when a child dies

You escort them to Heaven

So please, little angel

You, more than anyone

Earned the right to be at peace

You deserve the feeling it will bring

The feeling of being blessed

XXVII/II/MMXXV

LRET

 

Outside The Window

Outside The Window

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Looking outside my window

A thousand people gather

Carrying signs and chanting

Protesting today’s world

Are they right or wrong?

Who knows?

© Poem – XXIV/II/MMXXV

LRET

 

Grandma’s White Velvet Palace

Grandma’s White Velvet Palace

by Lord R.e. Taylor

My finest memories were at my grandma’s house

It was way far out in a forest that she loved

Summer, spring, and fall were beautiful

But, for me, winter was always the best

Only then was her house no longer just a house

It became her palace, surrounded by white velvet

© Poem – XXIII/II/MMXXV

LRET

 

A Holy Miracle

A Holy Miracle

by Lord R.e. Taylor

It took seven days to make the world

Trees, animals, and birds of all kinds

Then two people who created us all

From that first moment our world was blessed

Now, an eternity later, we still have semi-paradise

A lot of the trees, animals, and birds have gone

But so many remain to make the world beautiful

Our Maker sees that we have loved His creation

Sometimes He will reward us in unexpected ways

Giving us a halo to show that we are still a holy miracle

© Poem – XXI/II/MMXXV

LRET

 

The Truth About Australia

The Truth About Australia

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Australia is so beautiful

Tropical forests go on forever

Plants not known anywhere else

Brightly colored flowers bloom

And grasses reach into the sky

So many animals, insects and birds

Life abounds in every meter

You must always be careful

Make sure you wear the right clothes

All Australians know the truth

Everything in Australia wants to kill you

So just stay locked in your car

You may be safe 

But that is not guaranteed

© Poem – XIX/II/MMXXV

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The King Of The Forest

The King Of The Forest

by Lord R.e.Taylor

It takes so much

Performing everyday

Walking around

Sometimes playing with toys

Hoping someone would throw you a treat

You may have a friend or two

Other than that you are alone

Just wandering around a concrete cell

You pretend to be happy

You may not know how your kind lives

But then again maybe you do

And in those few moments you do relax

It is possible that you dream

You may dream of forests and salmon fishing

You dream of hibernating through the winter months

And you dream of all of the cubs running around you

When you do I am sure that you will smile

That is who you were meant to be

The true king of the forest

© Poem – XVIII/II/MMXXV

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The Lost Hero

The Lost Hero

by Lord R.e. Taylor

You were so famous at one time

Did so many fantastic things

Actually, you changed the world

Yet everyone ignored you

Giving credit to others

People who never did anything

You finally lost all your pride

Locking yourself into your room

You died sick and all alone

Even then the government harassed you

Stealing any evidence of your creations

Even so after long a time after you died

Everyone knows who you were and what you did

Nicola Tesla is who made the world what it is

And now he is the hero he should have always been

© Poem XVIII/II/MMXXV

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The Beauty Of A Volcano

The Beauty Of A Volcano

by Lord R.e. Taylor

The scene is so pretty

Fire bursting out from the bowels of Hell

Dancing in the air to their own rhythm

Its smoke also reaches Heaven

Touching the home of God Himself

Pumice and obsidian spread for miles

Settling as a silent reminder as to events

While red-hot burning lava turns everything to ash

Destroying so very much but still saving history

Some towns have been preserved forever

All because a volcano erupted so long ago

And that is one we will always remember

© Poem – XVII/II/MMXXV

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Mount Mee, Queensland

Mount Mee, Queensland

By Lord R.e. Taylor

There is a little town

Barely a glitch on a map

Hidden away from the world

It is a beautiful place

With magnificent valleys

However, it is not a place to take a young lady

The name is far too suggestive

How could you ever ask a sweet girl

To go away for the day to Mount Mee

© Poem – XV/II/MMXXV

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America Is Back

America Is Back

by Lord R.e. Taylor

You were always so proud

A leader in the world

Not afraid of anyone

And never backing down

For four years that all changed

Every country walked all over you

But you never fought back

You just hid and let them do it

While your leader hid under his desk

You became nothing

Now you have a new king

One who will not back down

Standing for everything that is right

He will fight for you and all of your people

That may make him hated by the ignorant

But most of your people wanted him

And they knew a good thing when they saw it

So, you may raise your head again

America is back!

© Poem – XIII/II/MMXXV

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No To Death

No To Death

by Lord R.e. Taylor

You had your chance

The day he was born you touched him

You tried your best to take him

But even then he said no

So, you have been following him

Walking behind him every second

Trying every chance to had

But he never spoke to you

Except to tell you to leave

He ain’t ready and he never will be

So why can’t you show some pride

Walk away and leave that man alone

Just go and never come back

You may be better off because you do

© Poem – XI/II/MMXXV

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He Sits Alone

He Sits Alone

by Lord R.e. Taylor

He sits alone 

Crammed into a six foot by nine-foot cell 

All he can do is think 

He had happiness before 

A wife who he thought was the most beautiful woman 

He also had a daughter he may never see 

They were the loves of his life 

But that happiness is all gone 

Taken away by the sound of a cell door locking 

Now all he has are memories and dreams to keep him going 

Well, those and the sounds of zydeco from a few cells away 

But he hopes someday to be free even for a moment 

Just long enough to hold his wife and daughter close  

To make sure that they know that he has always loved them  

And that he always will 

© Poem – X/II/MMXXV

LRET

 

A Sign Of Hope

A Sign Of Hope

by Lord R.e. Taylor

All hope is gone

Covered in white

A single crocus climbs out

Breaking through the snow

Returning hope to the world

© Poem – IX/II/MMXXV

LRET

 

Take Time To Read

Take Time To Read

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Human life is so hectic

Very little time to live

Much less try anything new

But there is something you can do

Open a book and start reading

It doesn’t matter what kind

You can read as you listen to music

As you sit in a forested park

Or spend your time in the bath

Where you do it doesn’t matter

Just enjoy the words in front of you

And let them take you wherever

Life will be waiting when you get back

I promise you that

© Poem – IX/II/MMXXV

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An Oasis

An Oasis

by Lord R.e. Taylor

From a distance

It is the most beautiful thing

An oasis created by God

Out in the middle of an empty sea of grass

A symbol of life abounding

With the chattering of birds

And the scurrying of the animal

It is a place to be left alone

Admired from a distance

But it should never be destroyed

Nor should it be bothered in any way

It is there for a reason

A reason neither you nor I can ever understand

© Poem – VII/II/MMXXV

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The Abandoned Church

The Abandoned Church

by Lord R.e. Taylor

How long have you been alone

People used to gather around you

Helping each other

Praying to their God

But their God walked away

The doors were locked

And the windows were nailed shut

All of the people left

Finding other places to worship

You were left all alone

To sit in a field and watch the world pass by

At least until you become just debris

And then everything will be all over

© Poem – IV/II/MMXXV

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No One Will Listen

No One Will Listen

by Lord R.e. Taylor

I try talking 

But it never works 

I speak the same language

Maybe a different dialect 

But mostly the same words

I try and try again

It's always the same

If I ever have to talk again

I might try staying home

Maybe try talking to the kids

The wife or maybe even the dog

Ah, but they will not hear me

So, I will just talk to my mirror

At least then, I will have an audience of one

And I know he will at least hear me

© Poem II/II/MMXXV

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The Power Of The Moon

The Power Of The Moon

by Lord R.e. Taylor

As the moon rises in the east

Life settles in for a rest

But the life of the night rises

Screeching and howling

Flying in endless flights

Many souls leave their bodies

Leaving decaying corpses behind

Still, there is an apparent beauty

Cast by the shadows the moonlight creates

But it will only last so long

The power of the moon will be lost

And life will carry on just as before

© Poem – I/II/MMXXV

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The Truth

The Truth

By Lord R.e. Taylor

No matter what you do or say

Twenty thousand years after you die

Your bones will tell the truth

I/II/MMXXV

LRET