Accentuating the positives

Frank Regan saved the world again

And he did it single-handed.

Heroic ballads will be writ

And people will sit around,

With the grandkids on their knees,

To tell how the dragon was slayed.

When Frankie Regan saved the day.

 

It does no harm to exaggerate your achievements every now and then. If you look for the positives in your own actions you see the positives of those around you.

Don’t be stingy with compliments and remember “Thank yous” are still magic words.

~ El Positivo, Apprentice Superhero.

 

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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Resignation

I have quit my job (not with these exact words but these were the sentiments and feelings that were burning me up inside prior to making my decision). I have only six days left officially, but after today’s débâcle who knows.
All I do know is I’ve made the right decision.

Made of sticks and stones

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I’ve had enough.
Are you listening?
Have I got your attention?
Yes, that was me screaming.
Showing fear and agitation
As I shouted, raved and ranted,
Gave voice to my desperation.

I’ve had enough.
I’m heading for the exit
A more fulfilling destination.
I’ve had enough of choppy waters,
Of being decaying vegetation.
I found some pride down here in the gutter
Going to rebuild my reputation.

I’ve had enough.
You can keep the aggravation.
Stick it where the sun don’t shine.
I’m going home.

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Euphoria

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After the moment

Only the shell is left,

Abandoned and lost.

 

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Superpowers

I know it’s all down to the highly intellectually circles I hang around in but I’ve been asked “…if you were a superhero what would you want your super power to be?” quite a few times over the years.

I’ve always been overwhelmed by the possibilities to be able to choose just one. The ability to fly would be pretty cool, superhuman strength would be handy for taking the lids off of jars. Then there is invisibility, super-speed, the ability to shapeshift, the list goes on of superpowers I wouldn’t mind test driving for a couple of days.

At long last though, I think I have finally made a decision. The superpower I want is the ability to touch someone occasionally either through my words or by my actions. I think the ability to be able to add something positive to someone else’s life would be a wonderful superpower for any (super)human to claim as their own.

So everybody be nice to a neighbour, the stranger standing next to you in the supermarket or even to just your nearest and dearest.

Go on give it a try. Claim it as your superpower.

 

El Positivo (Apprentice Superhero)

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Time for show and tell

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I’ve a problem with a piece of creative writing advice. Irrational I know but every time I hear it I grind my teeth in frustration. The piece of advice is “Show don’t tell”, I know what is meant by this, Chekhov explains it perfectly in the quote above, but the phrase aargh!

I refuse to use it until all the children in the world ask before bed to be shown a story. Until then storytelling wins every time for me.

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

 

Take dynamite

 

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Have you ever got lost in a maze?

Without ever leaving your room,

Nor even leaving your bed.

I have.

Screaming wildly as I run

SMACK

Into those same brick walls

Over and over.

If I can’t find a dead-end

I build a new one.

Burying me deeper and deeper

Within the straitjacket

Torture I desire.

Yet bleed out my agonies,

In blind terror

At what I have allowed to happen.

At how I have let these walls hem me in.

I scream, I beg, I fucking hate myself

Because I plead

To the Pillars of Authority,

Graven Images,

As blind as the walls that entomb me

Within my pain.

While all around I hear torrents of abuse

“Failure, Embarrassment, Loser” they cry,

The disembodied voices from on high.

But one voice dissents,

One voice whispers

Something different.

I call it Liar, I call it False Prophet,

Because it talks of being different.

It says I can be better.

If I just allowed myself to believe

In a horizon

That exists just outside my walls.

“Take dynamite,”

It says,

“Create your own path.” It counsels,

“Blast your way out of this maze.”

 

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

The Cleverness of I

The Mask… For those days we can’t be ourselves.

To the point

Pete Scribes

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The Mask

A coat for the rain
Pills for the pain
Breaths for the stress

A mask for the day ahead
Amongst the living
Despite the dead

© 2014 Peter Anstiss

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One sentence story #16

So much condensed within one sentence. Bravo Jane.

Jane Dougherty Writes

Painting by Arkhip Kuindzhi

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They say you took that road, that it leads to paradise, but when I try to follow, it dissolves in rainbow mists about my feet, and a yawning chasm opens at my side where you used to trot.

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Afterlife:

The dead man walked in
Sat down across the table.
He ordered up some whiskey
Poured us both a measure
He said “I’ve come back
From the other side
To deliver you a message.
The way you’ve been behaving
Left some Spirits mighty restless, boy
Like you’re hankering
For your own private
Judgement.
But there’s something you should know
Before you go and do an act that’s reckless.
It’s that Paradise is Hell,
It’s a one-way ticket.”
He laughed, as he finished off his whiskey
“So don’t be a hurrying
No need to go too soon.”

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.