The Beauty Of Embers

The Beauty Of Embers

by Lord R.e. Taylor

The fires died long ago

Ember keeps the night warm

But darkness surrounds it

Allow the song of nature to play

And the lights of a billion stars to shine

Even with all of that happening all around

The soft glow of the fading embers shines

Letting the world know that flames are not the only beauty

The lack of a living flame may be as beautiful

Maybe even more so on a warm summer evening

When the stars, the sounds, and the darkness

They all combine with the soft red glow

And together they make a perfect scenery

© Poem XXV/I/MMXXVI

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Minnesota

Minnesota

By Lord R.e. Taylor

He is watching you, Minnesota

All the theft and murder you allow

Crimes committed by those who do not belong

Your governor supports evil

Protecting it as it runs your streets

The lead retard gives them shelter

Hiding them from the righteous warriors

But the righteous will find them

You cannot hide from his vision

He is always watching you

But he is going to keep watching you

Waiting until you destroy yourselves

And he will watch the reckoning 

The one you’ve summoned for yourselves

© Poem – XXI/I/MMXXVI

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Baby, Please Stay Safe

Baby, Please Stay Safe

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Little one, do not look around

Stay in your mother’s embrace

Even though your world is gone

Destroyed all around you

She will keep you healthy and safe

It is her job to allow you to grow up

And wander the world all alone

When the time comes, remember her

And how tightly she held you

You should do the same for your children

And she is sure that you will

After all...you learned from your mother

The best teacher you could ever have

© Poem – XVIII/I/MMXXVI

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The Train Station

The Train Station

by Lord R.e. Taylor

He was just a child

He would watch the trains

Every night at the same time

It was never more than ten minutes late

That was how he learned to tell time 

They became his life

Then the day came when the trains stopped

It had been so many years

No one knew it was going to happen

But one day it was gone

Now he is an old man

That train stop is still making a few memories

But he does have one wish

When he dies, please let him die on that lonely bench

That way, it will be his first step to heaven

© Poem – XIV/I/MMXXVI

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Your Treasured Rain

Your Treasured Rain

by Lord R.e. Taylor

You have been sitting for so long

The rain hits your bare skin

Your eyes closed, so you treasure the feeling

You are not paying attention to anything else

So, you just sit and enjoy the special rain

Until a boat must rescue you from the flood

© Poem – XIII/I/MMXXVI

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Chances

Chances

by Lord R.e. Taylor

The air seems too quiet 

Almost as if nothing else ever existed

But even the smallest pebble can make a change

It might be a change we all would want

Or a change that would destroy everything 

Sadly, we do not get to make a choice

The pebble and the water make the choice for us

All we can do is watch and see how it turns out

And hope we will be able to be happy again

But that is all up to chance and the mood of a stone

© Poem – IX/I/MMXXVI

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Will It Ever Stop

 Will It Ever Stop

by Lord R.e. Taylor

So many people all together

Not an angry word can be heard

Everyone is getting along fine

But there are a few

They hate some group of innocent people 

Feeling that they are right

They start screaming and fighting

Attacking anybody whom they consider lesser life

It could be race or religion

Maybe where they were born

Something just makes them worse than us

Makes their lives totally worthless

Most people do not hate

But it only takes a few assholes

Armed with guns and bombs

And too many are victims

Wounded and murdered in just mere moments

Massacre added to the list

And more families in grief

All because of unnecessary bigotry and hate

And we cannot say stop

© Poem – X/I/MMXXVI

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Her Loss

Her Loss

by Lord R.e. Taylor

No one ever speaks to her

They do not look at her

She does not exist

But they can hear her sobs

See the puddle of tears below her

They do not know why she does it

Just that every moment of every day

She can be seen in the same place

Holding a soft pink blanket 

Sadly, it is all torn and dirty

But to her, it is made of the softest silk

And it is the most beautiful  thing ever

The blanket her baby was wrapped in

So long ago when she took her first and last breath

When that woman gave up any hope

Now all she does is cry for what she had

And for what she lost 

© Poem – IX/I/MMXXVI

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The Lonesome Walk

The Lonesome Walk

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Walk with me down the loneliest path

A path where the spoken voice is never heard

But cries of past sorrows faintly echo through the marble

So many years have passed with so much death

More than enough death to build a city of tombs

Sometimes a bitter smell fills the air

Sweet and sickening at the same time

A last reminder that, despite what you believe

These pathways are not made for the living

They are there for those who cannot walk with us

But they are always there, maybe closer than you think

© Poem – VIII/I/MMXXVI

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If We Could Remember

If We Could Remember

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Sit with me along the canal

Birds chirping as swans swim by

This must have been what it was like

Back when wars were far off

And hate speech was never heard

A time of medieval kings and queens

And people just celebrating being alive

You know the Middle Ages were long ago

But their traces may still be found

Just to show us what life could be like

If only we could remember it

© Poem – IV/I/MMXXVI

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A Moon Of Love

A Moon Of Love

by Lord R.e. Taylor

He looks down on us

We only see him for a few days a month

He crosses the sky as lovers appear

His light entered their souls

Warming their hearts to each other

His love takes two people and makes them one

Wanting to share their lives now and forever 

Thanks to the power of a silvery light

And the smile from the man in the moon 

© Poem – III/I/MMXXVI

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Sunna, My Goddess

Sunna, My Goddess

by Lord R.e. Taylor

I cannot believe my eyes

A true vision of beauty

Wrapped in a warm cloak of light

The Sun truly honours you

Protecting your beauty from darkness 

It knows who you are 

An ancient goddess comes to modern times

I am sure that you will be worshipped 

Loved by everyone who meets you 

I was lucky enough to see you

To hear the sweetness of your voice

And look into your eyes

Sunna, you have my love, my heart, and my soul

I love you and will until time stops for me

And most likely throughout the rest of eternity 

Just the way a goddess such as you should be loved

© Poem – I/I/MMXXVI

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