Thirty One Million Seconds

Thirty One Million Seconds

by Lord R.e. Taylor

You only get so many seconds

Given to you the minute you are born

The clock ticks on and on

But you never hear it

Sometimes your seconds may disappear

Taken away by things not of your doing

Told that you only have thirty one million seconds left

Ignore the time that they say you may have left

You should continue to live as you have

Make every second count and die a happy man

© Poem – XI/X/MMXXII

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Her Wooden Shroud

Her Wooden Shroud

by Lord R.e. Taylor

A goddess of a thousand years

Her face and body covered in a wooden shroud

Yet she can see what the world has become

But she cannot yell out a warning

She can only watch as her world slowly dies

Her tears flow down the grain of her tomb

A single tear for each of her innocents lost

She suffers in her total silence

An endless curse welcoming the Armageddon

© Poem – XI/IX/MMXXII

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Facing The Storm

Facing The Storm

by Lord R.e. Taylor

You have a warrior’s heart

Facing down the storm

Knowing the dangers to come

© Poem – XI/VIII/MMXXII

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Demon In A Dress

Demon In A Dress

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Born on Halloween

She is walking darkness

A demon in a dress

She is here

© Poem – XI/VII/MMXXII

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A Scary Sunday Dinner

A Scary Sunday Dinner

by Lord R.e. Taylor

It was Sunday once again and she knew what that meant

A special family dinner with broccoli, beans and usually fish

Those hated foods which scared her nearly senseless

So she covered her eyes in fear and hope

Maybe her mommy would finally change the menu

And, at last, she could eat with a smile on her face

© Poem – XI/VII/MMXXII

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The Call Of The Siren

The Call Of The Siren

by Lord R.e. Taylor

When did you come out of your myths

Do your songs still echo across the water

Drawing sailors in from their journey

How many have you killed

In your world of pleasure and death

© Poem – XI.V/MMXXII

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Just Chill

Just Chill

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Life continues on

Stress and work

Seeing the glass half full

Sometimes it gets to be too much

Families can be strained

At one point it can all be too much

Then may become a need to escape

Leave life behind for a bit

Find a quiet park somewhere

Grab a spot under a very old tree

Enjoy the shade and the peace

And maybe smile just one more time

Before life starts again tomorrow

© Poem – XI/II/MMXXII

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