Parting the Sea

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A forgotten realm calls out to me
From the darkness beneath the sea.
It sings songs of memory, loss
And tragedy. Of sacrifice and cost.
Sings of the brothers left behind. Who know,
And cry, because we’re never coming home.
 
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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Kinetic

Perhaps the shake that I saw was the palsy,
A reward for his troubles.
As I watched the old man struggle to raise the cup to his lips
The liquid sloshing about leaving muddy stains
On frayed shirt cuffs and grubby trousers.

Perhaps the shake that I saw was a resonance,
An ecstatic vibration within.
An excess of colour inset like a diamond
In a black and white world
Now unable to find a way out.
 
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

How I Wish You Were Here

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Wish you happiness,
Wish you content,
I wish you everything you’ve ever wished for.
But I wish, how I wish,

Wish you luck and joy,
Wish you success,
More of everything your heart desires.
So many wishes for more.

Wish you no more tears
To cry. No sorrows;
And I wish, how I wish, to protect you from harm.
I’m wishing you were near…

But instead
I’m wishing you goodbye…
 
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Something and Nothing, Undefined

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It’s not a man and women thing
That’s too grown up by far.
It’s all about a boy and a girl
Walking hand in hand,
Staring up at the dark sky
Wishing on something far away,
Wishing on something fine.
 
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Noughts and Crosses

Holy symbols
Scratched on the walls.
Hieroglyphs, secret codes,
Graffito manifestos
Passed
Like wisdom of the ancients.
Entombed in this mausoleum
With its cracked mirrors and broken tiles,
Where everyone sooner or later
Comes to call.
 
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Cold, Lonely

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The sun has a special intensity this time of year
As if she knows that if she did not shine today:
A “if not now, then when” mentality
To squeeze every last ounce of romance
From this brief affair, before she is gone
And we are alone with harsh winter, again.
 
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Bone Envy

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I cannot feel jealous of your success
There is no spark of resentment in my soul.
Others may whisper the triumph is undeserved
But I cannot feel envy of you in my bones.
Because I’ve seen how it looks on you
It suits you fine, but I know

I would feel unnatural in your clothes.
For they would itch and scratch, not fit my skin.
Your Master’s robe would hang upon my bones, but not shine within.
The seeds of triumph, would be stolen not rightly sown.
So I will wait, grow a glory of my own.
 
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.