Best Memories

Best Memories

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Just the two of us

In the place where we met

The salty smell of the ocean

And the rhythm of the waves

Everything is the same as forty years ago

When we shared our

first words

And our first of a billion kisses

Under the light of a tropical sunset

The beach is mostly silent

But we never noticed

Even after so long, we hear our own music

Music that no one else will ever hear

We dance our most romantic dance

And in that moment, we promise our love 

Not only for the next forty years

But for all time and beyond

© Poem – XIV/VI/MMXXVI

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Stars Of Love

Stars Of Love

By Lord R.e. Taylor

So many points of light

Lighting the night sky

Balls of fire billions of miles away

Are we the only ones with our own star

Created to give life to our little rock

Life which covers every inch

But it is possible we are all alone

That God didn't create anyone else

Surely every point of light has a planet

And more than a few hold life

They may not look like us

But they are also God's creations

Family we never knew existed

But family we should try to meet

At least that way we would not be alone

And the universe may become a bit smaller

© Poem – VIII/VI/MMXXVI

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Damp And Dewy On An April Morning

Damp And Dewy On An April Morning

By Lord R.e. Taylor

It was such a hard week

Way too much to do

No time to just relax

Even sleep was lacking

But Saturday morning came

Quiet and peaceful

Even stepping outside was paradise

Every blade of grass shone like a diamond

Tiny drops of springtime dew

Stepping off the porch I forgot

That week no longer mattered

Every drop took away another memory

And, at least for a while

I was happy

And I was in Heaven

© Poem – VII/VI/MMXXVI

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Your Time Left

Your Time Left

by Lord R.e. Taylor

The minutes are going faster

Months are nothing but blurs

And years are non-existent

The older you get

The faster the time flies

You know that most of your time is over

The time ahead gets shorter every day

So, no matter how fast time flows

You should live your life minute by minute

And you should try to enjoy each one

Sadly, they will run out before you know it

© Poem – II/VI/MMXXVI

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My Palace

My Palace

by Lord R.e. Taylor

My palace

A place for just me

A nice soft bed

With fluffy pillows

No lights or windows

Just a single candle

Burning faintly on my nightstand

Barely enough light to reach the walls

Still, I lay alone in my bed

Looking at the flickering flame

Watching the candle become nothing

I mourn for the loss

But, I also mourn for me

My heart feels a deep emptiness

Knowing that I am losing my one friend

And knowing that it can never return

© Poem – I/VI/MMXXVI

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Never To Say Goodbye

Never To Say Goodbye

by Lord R.e. Taylor

The call came in the evening

So many friends were around

My family all left

Heading for the hospital

Left alone I knew something

But there was no way to be sure

In that time she took her last breath

Her heartbeat softened and ended

Then my mom was gone

And I never got to say goodbye

© Poem – XXX/V/MMXXVI

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Opal

Opal

by Lord R.e. Taylor

I look at that flower

Just outside my door

A beautiful bluish rose

Seeing it makes me remember

The first time I saw your eyes

As blue as the most perfect opal

The first words we ever said

And the look when I first kissed you

I remember all of that and so much more

Everything that makes you who you are

A proud, independent woman

One the world should be proud to have

And the woman I am honoured to love

© Poem – XXX/V/MMXXVI

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An Uneasy Morning

An Uneasy Morning

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Usually morning is a symphony

Leaves rustling in the breeze

Kids on their way to school

And millions of birds

Every species all together

Owning every tree you can see

But there is a scary side to mornings

Those rare mornings with no breeze

No kids laughing and playing outside

And the trees dead silent with no birds

Even your heartbeat and breathing are silent

It is then when if feel like world ended

Or maybe you have left that world behind

But if you have patience the world will return

The breeze will blow, the kids will play

And the birds will once again wake you up

Then your life will be normal

And you WILL be happy

© Poem – XXVI/V/MMXXVI

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She Came From The Fog

She Came From The Fog

by Lord R.e. Taylor

She stepped out of the fog

I never heard her coming

Turning around, she was there

She walked to me as if she knew me

Touching my shoulder, she smiled

Then she said something I didn't expect

She told me that my life was perfect

It was full of love and creativity 

She added that the Fates were watching

Setting everything in motion

Pushing me forever forward

Then she stepped back into the fog

Entering without a sound

Yes, she was gone

But knowing her for even a moment

That made my life so much better

I thank the gods for that little horned girl

© Poem – XXVI/V/MMXXVI

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When the Mind Wanders

When the Mind Wanders

By Lord R.e. Taylor

He never knows when it will happen

Maybe when he is in bed, barely sleeping

Sitting in his office, while he works

Or even if he is doing nothing at all

His mind starts to wander 

Not to unknown fantasies

Rather, to memories he did not seek

Scenes lost to years past

Still, he remembers each of them

And he looks back on them in amazement

Because he knows they are a part of him

Parts he will always treasure 

© Poem – XXII/V/MMXXVI

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Jimmy Didn’t Understand

Jimmy Didn’t Understand

by Lord R.e. Taylor

The child was about three years old

Not even old enough for school\

But he knew his Mommy and Daddy were good people

They would never, ever harm him

But one day he found a new “toy”

Daddy must have been playing with it

Sadly, that day he forgot to put it away

Little Jimmy knew how to play with it

He had seen Daddy playing with it before

He knew just how to hold  like Daddy did

Daddy wasn’t home but Mommy was

Jimmy was holding his new toy

Mommy let out a scream

The toy exploded with a loud crack

And Mommy fell to the floor

Jimmy tried to wake her but she was going

She looked at him and said, “I love you”

He really had no idea what he had done

He just knew that Mommy was sleeping

Jimmy was sad as she “slept”

He couldn’t understand that she would never wake up again

Hopefully Daddy will still love him when he gets home

After all, it was not little Jimmy’s fault

© Poem – XXI/V/MMXXVI

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The Curse of What If

The Curse of What If

by Lord R.e. Taylor

What if...

They are only two small words,

Harmless enough when left alone,

Silent, so long as they do not lean toward each other.

But the moment they touch, something in the dark stirs.

A door unlatched, a wound reopened, a shadow that follows you home.

It asks only one thing of you:

What if I had chosen differently?

That is enough to send the mind drifting into places it should not go,

Through the graves of the past,

Through the choking stillness of the present,

Toward futures that linger like ghosts beyond a locked door.

Some paths might have spared you,

Others still move behind you, soft-footed and patient.

That is the curse of those two words:

They can bury you in a life that never happened.

© Poem – XVII/V/MMXXVI

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Because Of A Letter

Because Of A Letter

by Lord R.e. Taylor

I had no idea it could happen

I had no idea it would happen

The day I saw your letter

Even without knowing you

I just knew that I felt something

It wasn’t love

It couldn’t have been

But there was something

We had to talk

We had to meet

When we did I saw something in your eyes

And when we did I meet knew it WAS love

Until this day and on to eternity

My heart and soul will always be yours

© Poem – XV/V/MMXXVI

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Fantasies

Fantasies

By Lord R.e Taylor

Everyone has fantasies

Beautiful tropical lands

The perfect job

The perfect kids

And the perfect house

There is one problem with that

Something you cannot avoid

Nor can it ever be defeated

They are the infinite possibilities 

The ones twisting in our futures

So, please don't take things seriously

You cannot ask for what's coming

You cannot say no to it

So, just deal with it the best you can

And just smile and get on with your life

It is all you do anyway

© Poem – IV/V/MMXXVI

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Invention Of Time

Invention Of Time

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Who was the guy who invented time

I would really love a chance to meet him

Maybe find out what he was thinking

Why are there only twenty-four hours

Why can't a day be twelve or thirty 

Or...why do we need hours at all

We could or would never be late

Nor could we ever be too early

Think how nice that would be

There would be no tomorrow

And we would never have a yesterday 

A lifetime without the rules of time

If only that man could have paused

Maybe just a moment longer to think

If only the tavern didn't have to close

And neither would I 

Maybe life would be just a little better

© Poem II/V/MMXXVI

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The Reason He Writes

The Reason He Writes

by Lord R.e. Taylor

He doesn't want to be famous

He doesn't need to be rich

For him, life is just creation

A chance to share thoughts

And maybe even a feeling or two

He does love it when people read his stuff

If he can make them laugh or cry

Or even just make them think a bit

He will have completed his purpose

And for a little while, his life is complete

© Poem – XXVII/IV/MMXXVI

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ANZACS

ANZACS

by Lord R.e. Taylor

They were never asked

All they saw was that their country needed help

Trained for weeks and shipped off

No one knew what would happen

But everyone knew what could happen

Thousands of young men fought

Many died a death never dreamed of

After years of fighting and death

Most came home as heroes

Others are buried in the land they defended

They are all truly remembered one day a year

We make sure that Anzac Day will never be changed

And that we will never forget

© Poem – XXV/IV/MMXXVI

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Fire In My Mind

Fire In My Mind

by Lord R.e. Taylor

There is a fire always burning

It has very little heat

And even less smoke

Yet it destroys my thoughts

Tears them to pieces right before me

I pray to God to extinguish the flames

Maybe allow my mind to work as it should

I am not asking to have it back forever

Just an hour or even just a moment

Long enough for me to have a single thought

Long enough for me to remember you

And some of the love I had for you

That would be all I would ever need

And all I would ever want

Is that too much to ask for

I do not think so

© Poem – XIII/IV/MMXXVI

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Her Unique Place

Her Unique Place

by Lord R.e. Taylor

I do have to admire you

You can be so relaxed

Not a thing will bother you

It is as if nothing exists around you

Your entire world is the warm sun

The sound of the birds in the trees

And the cool breeze caressing your face

Somehow, you have found what we all want

A unique place in reality

A minute away from everything

And your very own one-of-a-kind happiness

Please do not let the universe take it away

You may never get it back

That would destroy your very soul

© Poem – XVI/IV/MMXXVI

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The Three Sisters

The Three Sisters

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Pathways thousands of years old

Walked by so many people

Shaded by a tropical canopy 

With wildlife watching from everywhere

Legends are spoken of sparsely 

Some are better left to the vault of the ages

Yet everyone knows they are safe 

Blessed by idols created when the world was young

Three massive towers of stone

Eternally guarding the valley

The Three Sisters watch for you

They will always protect you

That is their promise and their purpose

© Poem – XIII/IV/MMXXVI

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That Lonely House

That Lonely House

by Lord R.e. Taylor

That old house

Tattered and shredded

She may have been abandoned 

So many years ago

She has been left to decay

By people who just didn't care

I found her on a long ride

Sitting there, I could hear it crying

It never asked to be built

Now, all it wants is someone to drive up

Maybe walk on her porch

Or look in the dirty windows

I knew at that moment she was to be mine

Now, she is the one place on the whole planet

The one place my heart can be at peace

Just relaxing in the most beautiful place ever

© Poem – VIII/IV/MMXXVI

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One Country, One Saviour

One Country, One Saviour

By Lord R.e. Taylor

The world is falling apart.

Allied leaders stand back,

Calling it someone else’s problem.

History remembers when that happened last—

When Germany and Japan advanced unchecked.

Europe might speak German today.

Australia might speak Japanese.

But one nation intervened,

Turning the tide without complaint.

Now those same nations turn away again.

Next time, that nation may not answer.

And only in its absence

Will they understand what they lost.

© Poem – VI/IV/MMXXVI

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My Love For You

My Love For You

by Lord R.e. Taylor

All it takes is a small flame

It could be nothing more than a spark

Just enough light to see each other

To see the beauty in your eyes

To feel the soft beat of your heart

And dream of hearing your voice

That small flame is so much more to me

It opens the gateway to my Heaven

And allows my love for you to grow

© Poem – XXVII/III/MMXXVI

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Woman Of Darkness

Woman Of Darkness

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Who is she

Why does she hide in the darkness

Does she have something to hide

Or does her hatred consume her

She never says a word

Just watches with her sharpened claws

Maybe she is waiting for evil

Or maybe she wants to destroy good

There is no way of knowing

How many bodies has she destroyed

Or how many souls she has kidnapped

All we can do is cry for the lost

And pray that she will never find us

© Poem – III/IV/MMXXVI

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The First Poet

The First Poet

By Lord R.e. Taylor

We know not who it was

Someone in our ancient past

Whether a man or a woman

We will most likely never know

Did they write a tribute to a hero

Or were the words written for true love

Either way, the first poem saw the light of day

Since that day, poets have written billions of words

Sharing the infinity of human thoughts or feelings

Strangely, poetry has become so much stronger

Changing the future while recording the past

A single poem is able to change the world

Whether for the better or not is only up to the poet

If only that first poet could see what it has become

It is hard to say if they would be proud or not

But they would be happy to see their art still living

© Poem – XXX/III/MMXXVI

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His Guardian Angel

His Guardian Angel

by Lord R.e. Taylor

When he was little

There was always a voice

It came from his shoulder

It told him what to do

And how he should behave

It kept him out of trouble

Eventually, he got older

The voice kept trying

He just stopped hearing it

One day, there was no voice

Only the soft sound of crying

And an increasing number of curse words

Finally, he saw his Guardian Angel on his shoulder

Smoking a big fat joint and drinking some Jack

He was still on the job, trying his best

But even an angel can only take so much

And after that, who knows what could happen

© Poem – XXVIII/III/MMXXVI

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Looking For Intelligent Life

Looking For Intelligent Life

by Lord R.e Taylor

Every day, the Sun rises on eight plants

Most of them are dead, so no one ever sees it

But one is teeming with billions of lifeforms

They celebrate a new start to life

A brand new day with so many new things

It also begins a day of labouring

Doing what you have to do to survive

But the Sun will always hope that some intelligent life will see it

However, that may never happen

The only planet around it with life is Earth

And we all know that there is no intelligent life there 

© Poem – XXVI/III/MMXXVI

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Born An Angel

Born An Angel

By Lord R.e. Taylor

She came to us the normal way

Crying, peeing, and messing her diaper

But she had those beautiful blue eyes

And a smile that would melt your heart

Everyone said that she was a little angel

She grew without knowing stress ordain

Never learned to disrespect or to hate

And she would never hurt another being

Her wings never did appear for anyone to see

But after all these years, she is still an angel

And hopefully that will never change

© Poem – XXIV/III/MMXXVI

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Busker

Busker

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Every weekend, you will find them

Sitting on milk crates, living their lives

With their guitars or keyboards

They produce the best music

Maybe even better than those millionaire singers

They never demand cold spring water

Or an unending appetite for green jellybeans

There are no seven-figure paychecks for them

Just maybe a few fifty-cent pieces

Or the shock of someone giving them a ten-dollar bill

All they get is a true sign of appreciation

With a few added minutes of applause

That is the life of a busker

A true artist performing for the love of music

© Poem – XXIII/III.MMXXVI

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Waiting On My Package

Waiting On My Package

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Waiting all day

It has to be here

Waiting has been too long 

The message came yesterday

Telling me the good news

It was sent in a brown truck

Travelling all of the roads

Some are not even on the map

At least it was on the way

So now the day has come

That package will be here

There is a faith that it will appear

Smiles may replace pacing

Here's to hoping it will be worth it

And not three sizes too small

Like it was the last time

© Poem – XII/III/MMXXVI

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