Black Rose Inkings

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Black rose inked on lily-white skin
Can’t hide your translucent soul.
I see through the façade
To the petals within, petals
Blowing in the wind. Transitory,
Illusory, your beauty
Something you don’t believe in.
Something you don’t realise
Is carried within.
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Originally Published 28 September 2017


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River run,
Water flows,
Carrying you away
From me.

Silvered seas,
Raindrops on windowpanes –
Flowing away
From me.
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Originally Published 13 December 2020


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Sometimes the illusions are real,
Sometimes they are the only thing that matters
In the hurly-burly of this world.
Sometimes the scream is the only sound,
And it goes round and round forever.

To the deeps and to the heavens,
To the forest and the oceans.
Round and round in never ending motion
Powered by imagination –
Driven by a dream.
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Originally Published 27 February 2018


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This tension isn’t tension anymore.
The moment remains a moment nothing more
Not static electricity but stasis.
The erotic drift stalled by the current,
Yet life goes on. Living out our loves
In isolation, suspended animation.
Living life each of us, you and I,
Within an impregnable dome.
A force field created to keep the pain out
That only succeeds in keeping love at bay.
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Originally Published 3 March 2018

Pass It On

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If there was one word for this world of ours.
One word to summarise it all up.
That word would be cruelty, or on a good day hate.
For this is a world of misery, with lives spent crying;
Crying a whole river flood of tears.
And for what, what is all the anger for?
What is it that makes those furious wheels rotate?
Well there is fighting over dirty patches of ground,
That are now so battle scarred nobody really wants to call them home.
And then there are the wars fought
Between the thugs and the mad,
Over who has control of the holes in the fabric of the earth,
Because everybody wants to own the shiny rocks beneath.
Or the rampage to control the streets
So that chemists can create better ways
To get a buzz on a Friday night
Not caring if along the way a few kids die,
Because you can’t make an omelette without smashing heads.
Then you have the beauty contest battles
Between closed minded believers
Over whose god is best.
When all those gods agreed on the one thing
And made sure they passed it on,
On those stone tablets and in those sacred texts. They suggested
That we should just get along
And everything will turn out for the best.
So it’s a shame, no one was listening
Or perhaps they just closed their eyes
And put fingers in their ears.
Because surely this world would be a little easier
If we all tried to get along.
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Originally Published 8 June 2018

Now this song does not have a direct link to the above poem but it was playing while I was writing so I’ve included it because I can.  And because it is about love and not hate. Which has to be a good thing.



I keep hearing that song.
That song you played
When you were still something.
When you were still alive.

I remember you placing
Your hand in mine, trusting
You had the moments left
To do anything.

You had your whole life.
A million breathes to take,
A whole life and everything.
When you were still alive.

© 2020 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally published 14 December 2016


That Has Made All the Difference

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We got lost upon the way,
Separated, you and I
At some bend in the road.
For when I looked ahead
You were no longer there.
There was just the solitude
Cast by the shadow of the trees
That led along the untrodden path;
Deeper into the dark
Way through the woods.
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Originally Published 11 September 2018


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I cannot control the rage sometimes.
The rage that burns me up inside sometimes,
Twisting my gut, shaking my sanity.
This anger that threatens to consume me sometimes;
Burning recklessly out of control.
Until there is nothing left
And I loathe the power it has over me.
Yet sometimes all I want is to let it take hold,
Let the fire take it all.
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Originally Published 13 December 2018

Ghost at the Wake

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Let me wrap you in silence,
A calmness complete.
Chains made of feather,
In happiness replete.
Let me wash you in an ocean
Wave after wave
Of azure, affectionate love.

Let me make you my obsession
I’ll remain tied to the mast.
You will be my moment
No more future or past.
I’ll be sated, all sensation
Will mean nothing to me.
I’ll be blinded, only you will I see.

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Originally Published 21 February 2019

I’ll Do the Same for You

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If I should fall will you catch me.
In your arms will you hold me
Until the morning, through the night.
Will you see me through the hard times.
Will you see that everything’s alright.
Will you walk with me through the storm, stay
By my side.
Will you reach out when I’m not talking,
Will you speak for me if I lose my voice.
Will you soothe my troubled tides.
Will you be my bridge to peace.
Will you stay here until forever
By my side.
© 2020 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally Published 17 March 2019