The Drifters

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You see the drifters in the crowd
Moving against the throng.
It is easy to believe that it is the crowd
That know where the answers lie
And that is why they flow along as one.

But perhaps it is the drifters
That know where they belong,
And that is why they spend their time
Moving against the throng.
 
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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Datum

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I’m waiting for your virtual touch –
The virtuous feeling,
Your digital meaning.
The coded transmission
Between you and my heart.
The information download
That you started.
Electrical impulses,
Laser guided
Like satellites in the dark.
 
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Waiting for The Elation

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Waiting,
Forever waiting
For the elation
You promised to bring.
The promise you made
To pay the bearer
Of this broken heart.
I didn’t want diamonds,
Never asked for money or gold
For they won’t keep me safe from the cold,
But you promised a kiss.

But you left me
Waiting,
Forever waiting
For the elation
You promised to bring.
Waiting for you
To pay the bearer
Of this broken heart
With a kiss.
 
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Fake News

It wasn’t a lie
Just took a risk
On a roll of the dice
And invented a different version of the truth.
The facts didn’t suit,
I’m not to blame
It wasn’t my fault,
I had to invent a different version of the truth.
If you don’t like
Where the pieces fall
Change the rules of the game
And move them all.
Stack the deck
It doesn’t matter
As long as you win.
Invent a different version of the truth.
 
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After You Have Gone

 

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Your heady perfume haunts me
That scent of you in the air.
Dizzying sensations that linger
Like the silhouette of a body
Just sketched on the pillow
When nobody is there.

I caught a glimpse of your shadow
A fleeting glimpse, just a hint
That you were there
Before it was gone.
 
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Of Grace

 

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A momentary feeling
Of grace in the chaos,
Of calmness despite
This slow descent
Into catastrophe.
Just a glimpse
Into another universe
Like a stumbled upon path,
An oasis of plenty
In the forest,
Appearing out of the mist
On an April morning.
 
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Penumbra

 

Flecks of colour in the night
Flickers of motion beyond sight.
The glory of memory
Of you and me. Of you and me.
Repetition of this ceremony

Beneath the waves of this sanctuary.
With a touch as cold as the altar stone
And bed a barren ocean where I lay alone
Within this dark. Where outside lights
Dance and tease just out of sight.

No heart’s comfort now you have gone
The hearth is cold within this home,
And in the garden flowers might
Crumble to dust; in this world turned black and white.
 
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