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

LRET

 

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

LRET

 

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

LRET

 

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

LRET

 

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

LRET

 

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

LRET

 

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

LRET

 

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

LRET

 

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

LRET

 

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

LRET

 

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

LRET

 

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

LRET

 

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

LRET

 

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

LRET

 

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

LRET

 

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

LRET

 

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

LRET

 

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

LRET