Burning Desire (Ice Cold)

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photo credit: Daniela Hartmann (alles-schlumpf) My Heart Goes Boom via photopin (license)

I’ve known my enemies longer
Than I’ve known my friends
And without this enmity
I’d be left hollowed out, empty hearted.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

 

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Anarchy

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Put down your prejudice

Put down your desire for revenge

Put down your pride in knowing you’re right

Put down your manifesto

Put down your holy book

Put down that god’s on your side

Put down who was the slave, who was the master

Put down your slogans, your slurs, those signals of virtue

Put down your flags

Put down your envy

Put away the why-fors and whats

Put down what peace will cost

Put away concerns of who started the war

Put down your right to the land

Put away those back room deals

Put down the colour of your skin

Put down the purity of race

Put down your historic superiority

Put down your badge and your riot shield

Put down the divine right of kings

Put down your right to bear arms

For pity’s sake pull up a chair

And just talk to me.

 

© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Looking Back

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This is the first part of a poem which  I’m still working on. This first part was prompted by the above image though as it grows it seems to be moving on to deal with other things but these opening lines feel like a poem on their own. Hope you enjoy.
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Moments of pleasure
Memories
Glimpsed through the prism,
Of the looking glass.

Drunken revels,
Passionate nights,
Barefoot walks, wet sand sticking between toes
Because our shoes got lost

In running for the joy
Of the new morning.
The impossible light
That clings to the curves,

The shadows, the reminiscence
Of your footsteps.
That lead away from me
Along the stretch of beach

Towards the incoming tide
Becoming lost in the sea.
Drowning beneath the churning waves
Just as they now fade within my memory.
 
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Stubborn Stains

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Lingers above the tide line
Where no wave can wash it clean.
Beached, abandoned beyond redemption
No healing water comes for me.

Scarred, a tear in the fabric
Just a remnant of the maelstrom.
Rags and regrets
Are all that clothe me.

Flotsam and jetsam,
Bare bones and embarrassment,
Torn sheets forgotten
In this illusory peace.
False hopes take flight with the morning
But the past stays earthbound here with me.
 
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A Dot on the Screen

A dot on the TV screen
Disappearing into infinity,
The lights blinking out.
4am, insomnia rules.

Outside the closed curtain
The fox roams the street alone
As the approaching dawn
Creeps closer. The night time is ending

A new day is descending.
Skeletal hands squeeze tighter
Around the throat of the world,
The dark breathes its last.

Fox scuttles away for the shelter of the shadows
A nocturnal creature immune to the lure
Of the beckoning day.
The great pretending that awaits

My sleepless body.
I think of the fox asleep in her den
As I splash ice water onto my face
Washing away the pretence of sleep from my eyes.

How happy for her
To escape into the earth
Away from the pain exposed
To the scrutiny of the sun.

The make-believe world of the insomniac
Of having to say “I’m okay”, when I’m not.
When I know if I could only sleep
There’d be a chance I could dream this pain away.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Forever is Falling

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The petals are falling,
The leaf turns brown,
Seems the world is dying
As the rain comes down.
This illusion is over
It could never last,
With a garland of roses for the loser
Forever summer has past.
I feel the world is drowning.
On and on, the rain falls down.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

The Weaver

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And The Weaver starts spinning
She’s got you in a daze
Trapped you from the first moment
That her hips begin to sway.

Her motion beckoning you nearer
You’re longing for her touch.
It’s like your breathing is failing
And falling is not enough.
 

© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.