Maybe Next Time

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Maybe next time
Another place
Just not here.

Maybe tomorrow
A kiss
Instead of tears.

Maybe the sun will shine
On the other side,
Not on me
But that lucky guy.

Maybe another life,
A new beginning,
For this boy, but under
A different sky.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

UN-Living is Easy

I could un-live in unison
With all those dwelling down holes.
Lost within the rhythm of the swamp
Unwilling to swallow the poison
Offered by the medicine man.
Staying trapped inside the wheel,
The eighteen ’til seventy-five comfort
Of a paycheck and a pain deep in the gut,
And the bitter acceptance that the boss
Really does get paid to know less than me.

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 One of these mornings
You’re going to rise up singing
Then you’ll spread your wings
And take to the sky
 
Summertime, Porgy & Bess

Spirit Guide

Where is the tiger,
The soldier, the animal
Inside of me.
The spirit within I need
To survive this storm of mine.
 
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The Wedding Ring

It is nearly ten years on
Since you have been gone
And I still wear the ring you gave me.
Like a thread through time
That links me daily with you.
It’s an heirloom I suppose,
Something not mine
That means less to others
As time passes by.
Something I’ll hand down
To a child not yet born
About a grandfather they never knew.
 
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Exile Song

On Irish lips
I heard a song,
A lament
Full of longing

For emerald fields
And a red-haired girl
On Erin’s shore,
Still waiting.

An Irish voice raised
In a back street
New York bar.
He sings of her

While outside
The rain is falling
On his exile
Dreams of home.

 
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Look Away

Perhaps I should just close my eyes
Pretending that I can’t see
The child with the empty-bellied eyes
Looking out at me from inside

My television screen.
Because it is easier that way,
Change channels and misery
Disappears like on a magic show.
 
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Storm in a Teacup

All of this is butterfly bones,
These hopes, these dreams.
It consists of tears
Lost in a cloudburst.

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The Other Man

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In my dreams there is not
Another man,
He is just a shadow
And like a shadow
I hope
He’ll lose his power
With the dawn.
 
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It’s My Kryptonite

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Be kind to me
Give me hope
Look at me
That certain way.

Smile at me from across
A crowded room
And when you go leave behind
The scent of sweet perfume.

Laugh at my jokes,
A little too loud;
That accidental touch, electricity,
Sparks my day to life.

Give me praise
And Like Samson, unman me …
Watch my strength
Ebb away.
 
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