Pandemonium

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It’s a plaything in your hands,
This body and soul of mine.
Heart beating faster,
This fierce longing
Is beyond my control.
And simply in passing by
You take my heartstrings,
You take my mind away.
 
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Originally Published 16 December 2016

Touch

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I want to get lost within your embrace.
Lose myself in a wilderness,
As long as I am there alone with you.

And if I lose sight of the horizon,
Am tossed about on stormy seas,
Hope will still burn bright in my heart

If I know there is a chance.
That you are the safe haven
That waits in the dark for me.
 
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Aria

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I wear my heart on my sleeve.

This is easy to see. Take it

To have and to hold.

You could crush it

Tear it apart.

Or with tenderness,

I would set it to pulse

Only for you.

 

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Phoenix

Day 25 and a poem about a (lost?) soul …

Made of sticks and stones

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This feeling,
This searching for a meaning.
This constant yearning, the burden
That I carry around.
This whole in my heart,
This other me that I dare not speak of,
The soulfire being
That threatens to burn me to the ground.
 
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Phoenix

This feeling,
This searching for a meaning.
This constant yearning, the burden
That I carry around.
This whole in my heart,
This other me that I dare not speak of,
The soulfire being
That threatens to burn me to the ground.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Night in Shining Armour

The night in shining armour
Rediscovers my moonlit memories.
How the mighty are humbled
When uncovered by the moonbeams.
Treasure of my beating heart
A taste of your honey lips,

The forgetting that happens
When we’re together.
The wasted hours
When we’re apart

And I long for wine and song again.
Safe, with you in my arms.
Sí, mi amor. Sí, mi amor.

© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally published 10 September 2016

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.
 
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Rivers

The river swells or dies to nothing
Like a beating heart.
The waters bring the world back from its slumbers
Like in a fairy tale that prince’s kiss,
Or the deluge brings destruction
Along with the flood.
But the rivers flow regardless,
On summer morn or at winter dusk.
They will still flow after we’ve departed
And all civilisation
Turns to dust.

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.