All My Sins

All My Sins

For all of my sins

I cannot judge myself

I have done so much wrong

In a life that is too short

But I have been judged

I have been condemned

And I will be killed at noon

When I feel the rope on my neck

And as it tightens around my throat

My life will never be clearer

I will see the paradise I will be denied

I can blame no one else for its loss

And with my last breath I know

I took my own paradise from me

Nature's Art

Nature’s Art

Wind and rain

Sun, waves and, sand

The tools of an artist

Given to nature by God

With unlimited talent

And a canvas as large as the world

Nature’s art can be found

Hiding in plain sight

All you have to do is look around

You will see the works of nature’s brush

Through that you will see art beyond man

Waiting For The Train

Waiting For The Train

I have been waiting so long

Alone at the darkened station

Complete blackness

With the light of two small torches

The train only passes by once

And I cannot watch it go by

It comes for me

Fire and smoke follow close behind

And the Banshee screams as it arrives

Her cries travel so very far

Telling me that she is close

I know that when the train stops

My time on this world is over

And once I board the train

I know that Hell will be the next stop

But I will not be afraid

After all, I feel that I am going home

Just The Right Pumpkin

Just The Right Pumpkin

Halloween is coming

The perfect children’s holiday

To make the most of it

You drive every weekend

Hundreds of kilometers

Checking out stores

Roadside stalls

And every pumpkin patch in site

Looking for the perfect pumpkin

The perfect color

The perfect size

And the perfect shape

But none are just right

Then take a child with you

Your daughter will do fine

Turn her loose for just a moment

Let her run through the aisles

In a few minutes she will be smiling

A beautiful pumpkin in her hand

It may not be the right shape

It may not be the right size

Or the right color

But for her it is just perfect

And that is what’s important

What Are You

What Are You

By R.e. Taylor

What are you

Are you an angel from Heaven

Sent to bless my life

And make me happy forever

Are you a demon from Hell

Sent to curse me

Make my life painful forever

I may never know

And I may never care

Angel or demon

It doesn’t matter

I only know that I love you

© Poem – 2017 Shadowlight Publishing

ANZAC Girls

ANZAC Girls

Nobody asked her to go

No one told her to go

She saw the suffering

Of thousands of young men

Australian and Kiwi

They fought together in the trenches

And she was there waiting to care for them

Most lived once they came to her

But some died before her eyes

Even with that she never wavered

She never begged to go home

Her job was to save every boy she saw

And she did her job beyond all expectations

She was a heroine of World War 1

She was an ANZAC nurse

And she will always be remembered

Cabin In The Forest

Cabin In The Forest

There have been stories

Told and retold forever

They say that there is a cabin

A magical home in the forest

Hidden beneath a thick canopy

Surrounded by the sweetest flowers

It is a place for the innocence of children

Where wishes and dreams come true

Their troubles and fears are taken away

And for a time, the children can be happy