City Streets

City Streets

by Lord R.e. Taylor

City streets are a different world

There are people you never see anywhere else

Hookers and junkies walk beside “normal” people

Enjoying music from several bars

They are never empty and never quiet

And that is how I like them

XXX/XII/MMXXIV

LRET

 

January Isn’t January

January Isn’t January

By Lord R.e. Taylor

I miss January back home

The ice and snow

The nip of an Arctic blast

I was home

Now January is not January for me

Green grass and birds chirping

Palm trees in the back yard

God, I miss home

XXVIII/XII/MMXXIV

LRET

 

Your Baby

Your Baby

by Lord R.e. Taylor

Nine months is a very long time

From the day of conception

When a new life is created

The waiting begins

So does the hope and planning

All climaxing in hours of labor

When that little boy or girl comes

They burst into the world

Taking their first breath

Then they start crying their lungs out

But, when they open their eyes and look at you

At that moment stress becomes happiness

And your son or daughter becomes your life

© Poem – XXIV/XII/MMXXIV

LRET

 

Shade Of The Shipyard

Shade Of The Shipyard 

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Praying to God is not going to help

She owns the Devil’s Triangle

And she is out there looking for you

If you are unlucky enough to be found

The fires of Hell will not look so bad

As her spirit tears you and your ship apart

Just know that you will never be found

Your souls belong to her

The Shade Of The Shipyard will never let you go

© Poem – XXIV/XXII/MMXXIV

LRET

 

After The Storm

After The Storm

By Lord R.e. Taylor

The storm passed

She waited until it was done

She looked through the window

Watching the rain and lightning

Checking the clock

She was more than patient

Knowing it was going to end

The moment it did 

She became the little girl she was

Running outside, there was no music

Still, she danced and celebrated

A new day was here

And she wanted to live her way

Laughing and smiling the way she always did

That was what made her the little girl she was

She was happy again

© Poem – XXIV/XII/MMXXIV

LRET

 

Empty Wallet

Empty Wallet

By Lord R.e. Taylor

I hope you never live through it

A big day is coming too quickly

There are so many people you love

So many gifts you have to buy

Yeah, your heart may be full

But your wallet is empty

It is very painful

You want to do so much

All you can do is tell them you love them

And maybe hope you see them smile

That will have to do at least for another year

© Poem – XXIII/XIII/MMXXIV

LRET

 

The Magic Of Love

The Magic Of Love

By Lord Re. Taylor

There are so many tales, all telling the same story

A prince awaits at the bottom of the stairs

Finally, the princess comes down one step at a time

It is always love at first sight and a happily ever after

So, after the stories are told thousands of times

The magic of the staircase still creates love whenever it can

© Poem – XXII/XII/MMXXIV

LRET