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I wanted to do something for NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) which starts on the 1st April, but not being the greatest joiner-in of big organised events in the  world I tend to like doing them in my own quiet way (or being awkward). What I do think would be nice though is to post a reading of different poems (one each day) and all by different poets whose poems I like and I’ve decided to do that on the Made of Sticks and Stones Facebook Page. So if you’d like to join in then click the link and like the page and we will see where the poems take us.



A Moment of Indecision

White lined arrows

Offer a choice –

Offer a moment of indecision;

Before a cacophony of horns intrudes

On my reverie,

Makes up my mind.

And I turn towards the easy road.


© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.



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To the pretenders,
The make-believers,
The dresser-uppers,
The dreamers,
This goes out to you.
The singers,
The poets,
The actors,
The writers,
For making dreams come true.
Those artists
And dancers
Making it up,
Making believe it’s come true.
To everyone out there, thank you.
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Sacred or Scared


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Blossom white, blowing
On the breeze.
Vernal equinox
Gives hope of longer days

And no more darkness for me and you.
Winter frosts give way to morning dews
And blossom blowing like confetti butterflies
Caught in winds of change
And what maybes. Sacred possibilities.
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.



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Ripples and entropy,
And rumours unheard
While the liars stir.
Are the lips for kissing
Or the hope I cannot bear.

Echoes and reflections
Exhaled into the night,
Passing notion of twilight
Gives way unto
The uncertainty of sightless dark.
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

A Poem of Spring


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Abandoned memories
Swirl on the breeze, coalesce
Together with unforgiving rhymes.
I struggle to pick out
The strands of imagination
And inspiration
Which I wish to pursue.

The dogs bark out on the moor
And the hounds of winter howl;
Last chance, last stand,
Against the creep of the calendar.
These lengthening days
That mark the changing season.
The reasoning hours of civilisation’s return.
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.