Colourful Girl

Colourful Girl

By Lord R.e. Taylor

She doesn't want to be normal

To be known as sensible

There is nothing she won't do

No joke, she will not tell 

To her, insanity is normal

Normality is insanity

When she dies, she has one request 

Find the brightest, gaudiest outfit around

Add some glitter and rhinestones 

And bury her face down with her ass in the air

Maybe a small sign with an arrow

Showing people where her ass is

So they can all kiss it for her

© XI/IX/MMXXV

LRET

 

The Power Of Diana

The Power Of Diana

By Lord R.e. Taylor

There was a young witch

Meditating alone in the moon’s silver light

Learning the powers of Diana

© Poem – XI/IX/MMXXV

LRET

 

Clay And Time

Clay And Time

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Ceramics have been around forever

Made to store food or alcohol

Just plain with no decorations

Then that all changed

Stories and pictures were added

Making the ceramic pieces of art

Over the centuries, everything has evolved

Ceramics became something new

Bright colours on brilliant designs

Items made to be simply pieces of beauty

Those old containers are still features

But even they don’t compare to the modern day

Which will not compare to ceramics of the future

We can only wait and see what comes next

I am sure that we will be surprised

© Poem – X/IX/MMXXV

LRET

 

An Outdoor Market

An Outdoor Market

by Lord R.e. Taylor

It is like another world

Hundreds, maybe thousands of people

Gathering every weekend

Trying new food or eating their faves

Searching for the treasures they always wanted

Or maybe finding things they never thought of

Many times, buskers provide entertainment

Playing songs that people love and dance to

It may appear to be another world

But honestly, an outdoor market may be the best of ours

© Poem – VII/IX/MMXXV

LRET

 

Be Ready To Play

Be Ready To Play

by Lord R.e. Taylor

There is a cool breeze from the north

The. unbearable heat is blown away

So many things must end

Their time is long past

But there is no reason to hide indoors

The outdoor world still wants you

And wants you to be comfortable

Maybe you can lose your tee shirts

Get your sweaters out of storage

And don't forget your long pants

Then just go out and enjoy yourself

You aren't going to have a lot of time left

Before the snow comes and keeps you home

© Poem – VII/IX/MMXXV

LRET

 

The Rivers, Our Future

The Rivers, Our Future

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Watching the rivers

Keeping track of the water

Is it flowing as it should

Are the yearly floods coming

We know what we have to do

It has been done for five thousand years

And it will be done for five thousand more

They knew what worked

So far advanced for their time

We have to learn everything from them

It is the way they thrived

And it is how we may thrive

Unless we think we are smarter

Then we will all most likely die

And we would deserve it

© Poem – VII/IX/MMXXV

LRET

 

Careful What You Say

Careful What You Say

by Lord R.e. Taylor

We all have a voice

Loud enough to be heard

Our words can sting your ego

Or they can make you laugh

Sometimes it doesn't matter what is said

Maybe not even who was the one who said it

It all depends on when they are told

One day, it can be safe to speak

On other days, you may end up in jail

It all depends on those in charge 

So, keep your head down and your mouth shut

At least until tomorrow 

Then who knows

© Poem – V/IX/MMXXV

LRET

 

October Is Coming

October Is Coming

by Lord R.e. Taylor

October is coming

Maybe sooner than expected

Children are getting their costumes

Parents are getting candy

And Dad is eating half of it

Pumpkin spice will be long gone

Pumpkin pie will be the new thing

For those of you old enough to remember

Maybe Snoopy will find his target

And the Great Pumpkin will rise again

So will the dead and their spirits

Led into the open by a million bats

Making it the perfect night 

To have a good night of trick or treat

© Poem – IV/IX/MMXXV

LRET

 

Things I See

Things I See

by Lord R.e. Taylor

I love the things I see

Most of them are not there

I know that

Maybe but I am not sure

It is probably the booze

Or maybe the joints I smoke

But whatever it is or was

It sure as hell is fun

Please do not let them know

Do not interrupt my friends

They are just chilling

The same as me

© Poem – III/IX/MMXXV

LRET

 

Her Wishes Help Others

Her Wishes Help Others

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Her life is based on Wishes

So many that she has lost count

Some made on wishbones

A few made in wishing wells

More on the first star she sees

Yet she is never greedy

Always wishing good for others 

Do they know what she had done

No, she does not want them to know

She does not want their thanks

Their smile is all she hopes for

And that is. not too much to ask for

© Poem – III/IX/MMXXV

LRET

 

Uncle Beary

Uncle Beary

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Uncle Beary will be back

He went to get a picnic basket

Searching all of Yellowstone

Trying to find someone not watching

He may come back with only one

He may come back with a dozen

Ranger Snyhte may be up his butt

So, he may never get back

But that is fine with me

I have my own picnic baskets

That is, unless he finds them

Then I may miss him

Just a little bit

© Poem – XXI/VIII/MMXXV

LRET