Powerless

 

Powerless

by Lord R.e. Taylor

 

The bill was paid

I swear it was

But the power is not working

I have lived seventy years with power

Everything worked 90% of the time

But ages ago we did not have a lot

Just a few electrical items

So, if there was an outage, it would be no big deal

We always had things to do

Now, we have computers in every room

Just as many big screen televisions

And a kitchen full of electronic crap

Honestly. It may be a little too much

When the power is out, we just sit

Staring around a room which doesn’t work

Even a half an hour is the purest of tortures

Only when the power returns

We feel that we are still alive

And we feel human once again

 

© Poem – XIV/X/MMXXVI
LRET

Swooping Season

Swooping Season

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Everyone knows you

You wait for springtime

Squawing as loud as you can

You know you a being watched

People scared of you

Your murderous personality

Only coming out on the first of spring

Walking, riding a bike  or driving a car

Even chilling on a park bench

Everyone is a target for you

Luckily that does not last too long

You fade away for nine months

But we remember and we still hide

And  we pray that you will fly away

© Poem – IX/X/MMXXVI

LRET

 

The Man Who Arrived With No Past

The Man Who Arrived With No Past

by Lord R.e. Taylor

The day he disappeared 

One time of his ended

Another started at that instant

There have never been messages

No rumours about him

And his name was never spoken

When his new time started

He ceased  existing in the universe

Only to appear somewhere he never knew

No thoughts or memories

He was someone new

Creating a brand new world

Built just for him and him alone

© Poem – V/X/MMXXVI

LRET