Mercy Child

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Mercy, child why are you crying?
All the tears in the ocean
Won’t bring Daddy back home again.

Child why are you dreaming,
You’ve got to pack away the toys and games
No tantrums, not on moving day.
We’ve got to go
We can’t afford to live here, the end,
Nothing more to say.

Child, why are dying?
Nothing lasts forever;
Happiness is the greatest lie
And the first casualty to die.
Because fish go swimming in different seas.
No! You can’t see Daddy today.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Spaces

What if the places where it began,
Burned up,
Burned down to the ground.
What if the people who once cheered,
Began plotting,
Baying for blood.
What if the angels, the heavenly host,
Were the demons,
Inside my skull.
What if the sky
Came crashing down,
Swallowing me whole.
What if the fever, seeps through the walls,
No safe spaces,
Just cages for all.
 
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Earthly Paradise

I imagine a place
By a stretch of golden sand
Where azure waters kiss the beach
And palm trees sway in the gentle breeze.
While birds in gaudy feathered dress
Dance on high, in never ending flight.
 
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Misbehaving

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I was forced today, very much against my will, to go for a coffee. The rain was beating down, seriously threatening to move me beyond the status of drowned rat to something far more wretched. And while I wasn’t sure caffeine was the answer I felt there was no harm in at least exploring that hypothesis.

I had work to do, the most urgent thing being meeting a deadline which had less than twenty-four hours to run but even though I had everything I needed with me to do some profitable work, my mind wanted to misbehave. So there I sat in a riverside location watching ducks go waddling past and people rushing by trying to avoid raindrops. While overhead the sky became increasingly ominous.

So I sat there and I wrote three poems, which seem to be linked or at least sit together with a degree of comfort. Not that they are about anything apart from daydreaming and misbehaving.

PS. And I’ve met that deadline too, so not a bad day all in all.

Grey Lady

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No matter how much you disguise
Or hide the beauty inside
You never fail to shine.
In a world of billions of shadows
I’m praying Grey Lady
That one day
You shine your light on me.
 
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Somewhere

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You move in silence
Like an angel.
A halo of gold framing your face
Like a coronet marking that you are
Not of mortal kind.
An elfin beauty, ghost of a smile
Curving your mouth
And setting stars aflame
Somewhere in the unfathomable depths
Of those blue, blue eyes.
 
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Linger

 

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You are something and nothing
The beginning
The moment it all ends
That headlong rush in the dark
The luxuriant feel of summer rain upon my skin
The fear
The pleasure and the pain
The ecstasy
The moment
Your lips first linger on mine

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Beast

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The dance of heat haze on a summer’s day
As pollution oozes from car exhausts
Infecting the air, a miasma of plague.
Car wheels make a quarter turn,
While engines growl in pain.
All unable to escape the belly of the snake,
The slow moving behemoth that slithers
Menacingly towards the coast.
 
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That First Time

Undress my soul,
Dive inside,
Consume me whole.
See into the heart of me.

Split the atoms of my being.
Tear me into little pieces.
Prolong the agony I’m feeling
With a glimpse of ecstasy.

I wish this mortal entropy to cease.
Exchanged for decadent decay
When the animal within is released.
When our bloods mingle and combine,
The first time, when on my soul you feast.
 
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Dream of Eve

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Moonlight sparkles on the water
As I drift lazily by, within this dream.
The languor of a summer night
Encapsulates the instant
The goddess whispers my name.
Her voice so beautiful, ethereal,
It’s like the sighing of the breeze.
 

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Home

A place I could no longer find
It belongs to a different time.
A myth,
Like Atlantis slipped beneath the sea.
Gone,
It no longer belongs to me.
 
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The Deal

Is it cruelty that prompts you
To withhold your touch,
To walk away, renege on the deal.

Or is this just a dance?

Are there steps I should know
If I desire to pull you close.
If I want you to hold.
 
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Smugglers’ Cove

The boat slips anchor
While the just man sleeps, and
The moon looks away.
 
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