The Upcoming Future

The Upcoming Future

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Everything we know will be no more

Countries are swept away by water

People are cooked in a broiling sun

Not one of us can escape

We can just sit back and watch

All while our leaders write new lies

Speeches made to stop us from thinking

Maybe to make us forget  what they have destroyed

Just remember not to mourn anyone or anything

Not even all of the dancers under the hill

© Poem – III/XI/MMXXVI

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Okay To Be Stupid

Okay To Be Stupid

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Sometimes it is good to be stupid

As long as you do not get hurt or arrested

And no one else around you gets hurt

Just say “why the he’ll not”

Then take a shot of whiskey...any brand

Maybe take two or three more

Zip up your zipper and then have fun

It don't matter what anyone else says

Or if it has ever been done before

Stand up, yell out your name

And be as stupid as you can

Or as stupid as you know you are

Whatever, just have fun and say “to hell with it”

You really only live life once, so just enjoy it

Before someone else does it for you

© Poem – XXIX/X/MMXXVI

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Temple On The Mesa

Temple On The Mesa

by Lord R.e. Taylor

It was built way too long ago,

So long ago that the forests had not formed yet.

Valleys were no more than deserts,

With a single mesa reaching into heaven.

It was there an elderly man built his temple,

A simple building created by a simple man,

Just to heal the heart, mind, and soul.

He prayed until he took his final breath.

And with that final breath, trees grew,

Filling the valley below.

Birds and animals came with them,

Life came to the lost, desolate valley.

And the temple saw what true love was all about.

© Poem – XIII/X/MMXXVI

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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
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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

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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

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The Colourkeeper

The Colourkeeper

by Lord R.e. Taylor

It was just a normal rock

Black with grey flecks

Sitting in the forest

It was nothing special

That was until someone found it

They put a small dab of paint on the top

No one knows why they did it

But somehow that rock became famous

Thousands of visitors came and went

Each leaving a small spot of paint

Red, green, yellow, gold, and silver

Every one had a special meaning to someone

And every colour became part of the legend

That rock, well, it doesn't look like it did

But it is still beautiful in what it has become

© Poem – XXVII/IX/MMXXVI

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Such A Short Time

Such A Short Time

By Lord R.e. Taylor

It is hard to believe sometimes 

We only have a set number of seconds

Starting when we are first created

Some clock somewhere starts counting

It does not matter what we do

Nor does it matter what we try

The seconds are always counting

Someday, we won't know when

The clock with stop counting

We will no longer exist in time

But, if we are really lucky

We will find an eternity where seconds don't count

And we will be home at last

© Poem – XXIII/IX/MMXXVI

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The Lady of the Forest

The Lady of the Forest

By Lord R.e. Taylor

She was a lady of the forest

Never was she young

Never an innocent child

She had been around too long for that

Dancing and singing were her life

Songs to the Christian God

Others sang to the many she worshipped

Her prayers filled the forest

Always answered for those she helped

People feared her and also loved her

But not one person ever knew this dark woman

They knew their own prejudices

Sadly, that was all they ever needed to know

She was just the lady of the forest

She didn't have to do any more for them

Poem -- © XXII/IX/MMXXVI

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Just Another Word

Just Another Word

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Sometimes it can be hard

Just trying to get started

You know what has to be done

And you know how to do it

Your mind just cannot focus

You write a few words

Maybe they make sense

Maybe they don't

But no matter what, you cannot do more

So the paper sits empty

Your head starts throbbing

And you seriously question why

Why did you become a writer

There is no answer to that question

Just a.hope that you can find one more word

And hopefully it will make some sense

© Poem – XIV/IX/MMXXVI

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Not Good Changes

Not Good Changes

by Lord R.e. Taylor

The world used to make sense

People acted a certain way

And nothing ever changed

Today, what is normal now

Will be all wrong in a few minutes

And all will change again shortly after

Nothing is real anymore

You have to watch and guess

Is it true or something a computer created

Who knows how far things will go

Will your baby or your wife be a program

Created by a data centre half of a world away

You would never know that you love nothing but light

That may be going too far to think that

Or it may not be far enough

Do we really want to know

Honestly, do we 

© Poem – C/IX/MMXXVI

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Life Of Dreams

Life Of Dreams

by Lord R.e. Taylor

She has far too many dreams

More than maybe, she should

But they have the power to make her smile

And the ability to make her cry

Either way, they rule her life

Those dreams, they tell her where to go

What she should always do

And everything her mind thinks

Sometimes she tries to ignore them

But daydreams, nightdreams and nightmares

They are her life, her world, her universe

And she would not be her without them

© Poem – VIII/IX/MMXXVI

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Lady Of The Canyons

Lady Of The Canyons

by Lord R.e. Taylor

She was born before time

Her mother was the rain

Her father was the wind

She looks over the land

Creating beauty in the deepest canyons

The Sun creates sharp shadows

Between unbelievable light shows

Sadly man does not know of her

But they know what she can do

And they think it is beautiful

© Poem – XXVII/VIII/MMXXVI

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The Evil 21st

The Evil 21st

By Lord R.e. Taylor

The twenty-first century is complicated

We hear everybody saying everything

Some can be believed, some cannot

We have to listen extra carefully

Do our best to stop the headaches

While we try and figure out the truth

There are communists coming into the open

They promise things that they cannot do

People are massacred because of their God

And elected leaders look away and cover it up

There are no homes and children with no food

So innocent people suffer while illegal animals thrive 

Unless we make some changes right away

This century is going to destroy  us all

And guess what, we will deserve it

© Poem – XXX/VIII/MMXXVI

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Words Lost To Time

Words Lost To Time

by Lord R.e. Taylor

I have no idea what to say

It has been way too long

But I remember that last moment

My heart was bursting apart

My mind only had a single thought

It was pure, and it was honest

I was so in love with you 

And you were in love with me

That was long ago and so far away

Now that I have seen you again

My love started growing inside of me

I would love to tell you how I feel

But it has been a long time 

I do not know the right words

And I probably never will

© Poem – XXVII/VIII/MMXXVI

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His Lonely Life

His Lonely Life

by Lord R.e. Taylor

He knew it would happen

Always living  alone

No friends or family visited

But that never bothered him

He actually preferred it that way

One day the silence grew

The darkness filled the air

And he lay in his bed staring ahead

Hours, days, and weeks passed

No one ever knew, and no one ever cried

He simply faded away into near nothingness

Just a pile of dust and bones on an unmade bed

© Poem – XXII/VII/MMXXVI

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Humpty Dumpty

Humpty Dumpty

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, 

He proudly showed off his fine pair of balls. 

But one bright morning he slipped in a fall 

And those lovely balls 

They went bouncing down the hall.

© Poem – XVIII/VIII/MMXXCI

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The Evil Castle

The Evil Castle

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Beware the castle on the hill

Darkness is not the only occupant

So much evil wanders those halls

Destroying any innocent looking upon it

Screams fill the cold, bitter air

The dead are never buried

They are never forgotten 

They are hung from trees

Being only meals for the crows

Their ghosts wander the stark landscape 

Reaching out as if they can be helped

But they sadly know better

In the lands of that castle

The dead can and do die

Keeping an ancient cycle going

And keeping the terror alive

© Poem – XIV/VII/MMXXVI

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His Best Life

His Best Life

By Lord R.e. Taylor

He sits every night and wonders

When did he get so bleeding old

All the wrinkles and grey hairs

They were not there yesterday

He has a feeling that they will be there tomorrow

Going to bed at eight in the evening is new

He never got to bed until at least three a,m.

And all the girls he used to date

Well, they all stayed young, maybe got younger

Not him, though, even if he hadn’t wished it

Now he gets Social Security and senior discounts

He goes to bed just as the sun goes down

And he is losing friends one at a time

But he still lives with a smile on his face

Forgetting all the bad times

And remembering all the good

Knowing he had lived an excellent life

At least the best one he could

© Poem – X/VIII/MMXXVI

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Memories Of Home

Memories Of Home

by Lord R.e. Taylor

It has been a long time

A very long time

Now there was a family here

It seemed they lived there forever

The house learned to breathe with them

What their plans and dreams were

And it took care of them when they needed it

There was one special child who lived there

A tiny little girl of an age no more than seven

The house fell in love with that little girl

You could feel that when she smiled

That lasted as long as she lived there

But when she moved away, everything changed

That old house had lost its smile and its hope

That little girl, though, never lost her smile

Years later, she brought her daughter to see the house

She smiled as the door opened

The house had not changed a bit

She could feel the air freshen as the house smiled

And she realized that she was truly where she was meant to be

She was home once again

© Poem – IV/VIII/MMXXVI

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