The Perfect Gift

The Perfect Gift

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Here Mommy

I looked all over

Turned so many over

Rejected so many more

But, I finally found it

The perfect gift

For the perfect Mommy

© Poem – XI/XIX/MMXXII

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I Am From Earth

 I Am From Earth

by Lord R.e. Taylor

I am not an American

I am not an Australian

I belong to no nation

I do not honor any borders

I am not a man nor am I a woman

I am no color yet I am every color

Nor would I want to be

I am just one of seven billion

We are all citizens of this lonely planet

Members of a human species

All the same tiny creatures

In the same tiny universe

Too bad we all can’t remember that

© Poem – XI/XVIII/MMXXII

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The Death Of Good Radio

The Death Of Good Radio

by Lord R.e. Taylor

What happened when AM died

Were you supposed to die too

Yes, although you were still pretty to look at

All of that music your DJs used to play

The stories you shared every night

And the history you told the world about

All of that is now long gone in the winds

Killed by new technologies which locked you away

But to some of us who remember those days

You are the only true radio there ever was and ever will be

© Poem – XI/XVIII/MMXXII

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Your Perfect World

Your Perfect World

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Being a writer has its benefits

If you look out at your world

How things have become recently

You do not have to worry or cry

Just sit down and write yourself a new one

One without all of the problems

Make it the way you want it to be

There are infinite worlds within your mind

Just pick the best parts of all of them

And make it somewhere to be proud of

After all it may be the perfect place for yourself

You just don’t know it yet

© Poem – XI/XIV/MMXXII

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A New Orleans Girl

A New Orleans Girl

by R.e. Taylor

She was born in New Orleans

In a brothel on Bourbon Street

Raised to serve every man

Each one paying for all she was

But all in all she survived

She thrived and became better

No longer used by the male species

She now uses them for her pleasure

Just as she should

© Poem – XI/XIII/MMXXII

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King Tut

King Tut

by Lord R.e Taylor

Dead over three-thousand years

The young king still lives

Immortalized in gold and jewels

He is admired and worshiped

By millions of new followers

© Poem – XI/XI/MMXXII

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Black Widow

Black Widow

by Lord R.e. Taylor

She has earned her name

So many men

So many deaths

With no emotions

She thrives

A black widow by name

A black widow by action

With a lot of men left to go

© Poem – XI/X/MMXXII

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