Christmas In July

Christmas In July

by Lord R.e. Taylor

July is nearly over

We had the 4th of July

Baseball and barbecued hotdogs

Girls in their skimpiest bikinis

All of the traditional July things

But now we have so much more

Christmas trees with sparkling lights

Stockings hung by the chimney with care

And the voices of carollers filling the air

But in the heat of a summer’s night

Santa Claus will be nowhere in sight

For he is taking his well-deserved rest

Lounging in the Bahamas, getting a tan

With a Coke and Cuban rum on his chest

So, you will not see him this July

One last thing before this ends

Santa says have a merry Christmas in July 

And hope that feeling never ends

© Poem – XXIX/VII/MMXXV

LRET

 

The Southern Rocky Mountain Wolf

The Southern Rocky Mountain Wolf

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Once you were kings living in your millions

You and your kind ruled the mountains

A kingdom granted to you by your bravery

And the skills you held in your hearts

You were the apex of the apex of animals

But that was not long ago now

Almost one hundred years ago

The climate changed and pushed you out

And man killed you by the thousands

Sometimes for trophies or a bounty

Other times, just for the thrill of hunting you

You stopped running through the forest

Your howls went silent as the moon rose

The world had lost you to your extinction

But that may be changing now

Scientists are hoping that they can find you

To rescue you and bring you back to the world

Maybe you would be hiding in a small, isolated valley

Barely scraping by, at least you would still be alive

And the Southern Rocky Mountain Wolf

You may return to your proper place 

Ruling once again as the kings of the mountains

© Poem – XXVII/VII/MMXXV

LRET

 

A Rock Is Not Just A Rock

A Rock Is Not Just A Rock

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Yes, my friend, it does look like a rock

But it could be so much more

All you have to do is look beyond

Let your mind wander just a little bit

Maybe that rock came to Earth long ago

Bringing with it the stuff of life

It may carry the bodies of the life it created

A record of a time before time itself

Possibly it traveled in the more recent past

Hitching a ride in the ice of a glacier

Cutting new lakes and rivers as it moved

Whatever its history was or whatever stories it has

It has been around for longer than anything else

And that means that you should not look at it as a rock

It is more than that

It is a part of us and always has been

And always will be

© Poem – XXVI/VII/MMXXV

LRET

 

The European Street

The European Street

by Lord R.e. Taylor

It is a true beauty

A narrow European street

Lined by aged buildings

Some with tables and chairs

People in love are just staring at each other

Sipping wine and sharing a few kisses

Hundreds of flowers add their colour

Filling the air with their faint scents

And drawing in bees and butterflies

To make the scene a little more perfect

© Poem – XXIII/VII/MMXXV

LRET

 

Too Much, Too Many, Too Few

Too Much, Too Many, Too Few

By Lord R.e. Taylor

This world has too many countries 

And too many people are living there

It has gotten to where hate is everywhere

People do not want to talk anymore

They just pick up their guns

Build their bombs in their basements 

Maybe hold a “peaceful” riot or two

Whenever someone gets hurt or killed

And the world is no better for it

Someday, maybe someone will stop

Long enough to get people to listen

There is nothing wrong with this world

Everything can be fixed with a few words

And a few good people to say them

© Poem – XXII/VII/MMXXV

LRET

 

The Man She Loved

The Man She Loved

by Lord R.e. Taylor

A queen banished from the land she loved

She is still treated with the respect due her

Yet all she can do is watch out a window

Hoping to someday be allowed home

To walk among the people she treasured

And, once again, be with the man she loves

© Poem – XIX/VII/MMXXV

LRET

 

Counting The Days

Counting The Days

by Lord R.e. Taylor

So many days have passed

Too many to count

Not that I would want to know

But the thing to remember

The more days behind me

The fewer there are ahead

But I’m not afraid of that last day

Maybe I will spend that day drinking

Or I may find another way to be in trouble

I can be sure of one thing: I will not sit around

I will not be sad or cry

And I will not allow anyone else to feel that either 

I have been here more days than I deserve

So, one more may be one too many

Or it may be one less,

And that may be too few

Who knows and who cares

After all, I might just need the rest

© Poem – XVIII/VII/MMXXV

LRET

 

They Don’t All Work

They Don’t All Work

By Lord R.e. Taylor

If there was something dumb to do

He would be the one to do it

Sometimes it would be perfect

Other times, not quite

I guess this time it didn’t work

Because now I have to go see him at the hospital

© Poem – XV/VII/MMXXV

LRET

 

That Will Be Our End

That Will Be Our End

by Lord R.e. Taylor

There are monsters roaming the streets

Created by the evil of the gods

Strengthened by the stupidity of man itself

They wander aimlessly

Killing anyone or anything that they find

They always look like the rest of us

So, most are unaware they exist

There is no way for us to ever stop them

We are merely their substance

That is our fate until the end of time

To be hunted and killed without hope

After all, we cannot beat the gods

And we cannot defeat man

Not as long as they work together 

And that will be our end

© Poem – X/VII/MMXXV

LRET

 

A Kid Should Be A Kid

A Kid Should Be A Kid

by Lord R.e. Taylor

I know kids should be kids

Too many parents will not allow it

Be quiet whenever you are around

Don’t play too hard or get dirty

And above all, never ever smile too big

I feel so sorry for kids like that

They do not have parents

They have wardens and guards

I say we should just let a kid be a kid

That is what they were meant to be

Little monsters playing with their friends

Screaming and howling their heads off

Coming home so dirty, you don’t know them

But coming home with the biggest smile ever

If you cannot raise a kid that way

Please just don’t have them

They deserve parents so much better than you

© Poem – X/VII/MMXXV

LRET

 

Always Tell A Story

Always Tell A Story

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Everywhere I get to

No matter where it is

There are stories

Some are told loudly

Screamed from the mountaintop 

Some are whispered

Barely spoken and barely heard

A few are lost to time

Never told or talked about

Every one of them is worth knowing

And being shared when it is possible

The good thing is if you do share one

It will never be the story you heard

But it may just be your story

And that would make it a bit better

© Poem – VII/VIII/MMXXV

LRET

 

Be Your Real Self

Be Your Real Self

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Your mind works so hard

Maybe only being logical

Maybe you are always creative

But you definitely need a break

There is something you can do

Only if you can dare yourself

Take just a single moment

From a single hour in a single day

Shut down your brain and simply live

Scream as loud as you can

Dance and sing the way you want to

Be the person you are not allowed to be

You might just find out who you really are

And maybe, just maybe, you may like them

© Poem – V/VII/MMXXV

LRET

 

No Card Is Needed

No Card Is Needed

by Lord R.e. Taylor

No card is needed

It doesn’t matter who you are or what you look like

Where you come from or what god you worship

The books are there for everyone to read

All we ask is please bring them back when you are done

Every word we have here is a gift for all of us to share

© Poem – XXVIII/VI/MMXXV

LRET

 

Allow Him To Speak

Allow Him To Speak

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Does he have something to say

Should he be allowed to say it

Maybe he should be censored 

Stand around without an opinion

He is told not to offend

Not to say anything against the world

But who knows what he could do

What he would do if he could speak

But he has been beaten down for so long

He may have forgotten what he had to say

And that would be a great loss for a hurting world

© Poem - XXIX/VI/MMXXV

LRET