Weapons

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I’m in between the devil and drowning
Is what I mean.
Between the cock of the trigger
And the bullet spiralling onward
In murderous flight.
Waiting, silently hating
This terminal entropy.
I’d scream out my frustration
But who would hear
When the whole world is busy
Screaming at me.
Waving pistols, swords in the air,
Revving their internal combustion engines
In unison, this angelic chorus
Speeding on to damnation
Foot pressed hard to the floor.

© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally published 6 June 2016

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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.

© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally published 8 May 2016

Exile Song

On Irish lips
I heard a song,
A lament
Full of longing

For emerald fields
And a red-haired girl
On Erin’s shore,
Still waiting.

An Irish voice raised
In a back street
New York bar.
He sings of her

While outside
The rain is falling
On his exile
Dreams of home.


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Originally published 14 April 2016

Doldrums

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Still waters
Stiller life
That threatens to drag me down.
I know a change is needed
For my sails are hanging limp like rags
And I’ve got this drifting feeling
While I’m waiting for that fretful wind to blow.
 
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Forgotten

I am small
Neglected and broken
Put aside
In favour of newer toys
Bright and shiny
Presents unwrapped
But it would be wrong
To throw me away
And misplace the memory
Of the adventures
That we imagined together
And the games we have played

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Originally published 13 March 2016

Hall of Mirrors

I can’t pretend I don’t regret
The way I broke the moment into pieces.
That the last I saw of you
Was just a shattered reflection
Of what had gone before.
I was brought up to be honest
But surely there was a version of the truth
Or a kinder lie

That could have protected
A little of what we’d shared.
Would it have been ignorance or innocence
To have left you sleeping
On the morning of the day
That a part of me died.

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Originally published 28 February 2016

Kind of Man

I am not simple.
I cannot be explained
In terms of one simple desire.
I am more than just an urge.
I am complex,
I want more than just one thing.
Though, sometimes I may yearn for simplicity
In the lonely hours, between three and four in the morning.
Yes, I am a human being
Not that dissimilar to you.

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Originally published 17 January 2016

Wild Horses

Higher than man.
The untamed stampede, running wild.
White waves, foaming, crashing down.

Beasts of fury, and power,
Gods of thundering hooves.
Wild waters, tumult, changes all.

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Originally published 29 December 2015

Bee

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The bee dances
To signal the hive
Where they may find
Happiness.

Be
Everything and nothing for
Eternity,

Says the dance.

© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

30 November 2015

Rock Song

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I am a rock,
Stone-faced monolith
From out of the belly of the earth;
A lost soul out of time and place.
While the road passes me by,
Going to places I’ll never see,
I remain rooted here,
Yet adrift.

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Originally published 15 October 2015