As Fatal As the Night

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When it comes to leaving
I’m like the tide
Full of good intentions
But returning by and by.

When it comes to changing
I’m like the butterfly
Finally finding a form I like
Only to give it up and die.

When it comes to emotions
I’m as fickle as a kite
Battling the demon wind
Only to lose the fight.

I’m as seductive as the shadows
Dispersed by the liar’s shine.
Illuminated by the truth wishing
That everything will work out fine.

When it comes to hoping
I’m like the pain
That makes it feel like I’m dying
When I get caught out in the rain.

When it comes to trying
I’m like the stone
Unmoved by storms and snows
But dreaming of a home.

When it comes to shadows
I’m like the night,
Full of unseen terrors
Hiding from the light.

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A Rainy Night in the City

 

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The streets are sorry now,
Bleeding colours in the night.
Streetlights and cobbled paths,
Laughter and footstep heartbeats,
Fading as the city weeps.

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Originally Published 27 June 2016

Streetlight

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Dark shadows, disembodied voices
Floating in the night,
This world beyond the window.

In fragments of modern art –
Bright lights and disappointment.
In search of answers

When there never was any meaning.
Just this spiralling deceit
Diverting us down one-way streets.

Twilight whispers
Spark tongues of flame.
Yet unaware, we stay the same.

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Starlight Rending

For the 9 November there is a poem about how small this universe makes me feel sometimes…

Made of sticks and stones

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This beauty is torn apart
By chaos winds
And bitter rains.
By the harshness of the times,
By the frigid coldness of black nights.
The stars who shine,
Jealously guard those distant lights.
Never sharing of the warmth
Of their distant, alien, hearts.
 
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Moonwalkers

For the 4 November we have a poem about night time adventures. But not that kind of night time adventure!

Made of sticks and stones

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Night-time escapade,
Adventure by moonlight.
Exploring the darkness,
Shouting out for joy
Like a screech owl
When I go moonwalking with you.

Nocturnal treasure hunt
In search of delights,
A cavalcade of madness
Dashing wildly, dancing
Like cavorting March Hares
On a moonwalk with you.
 
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Night in Shining Armour

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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.

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Originally published 10 September 2016

Shadow of a Girl

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There was a girl
Between the earth and the sky,
Shadow of a girl
Like a bird she did fly.

There was a girl
I spied between moon and sun,
But when I looked again
That girl had gone.

There was a girl
I saw across the lake,
But when I reached out for her
From the dream I did wake.
 
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Moonwalkers

photo credit: Frances Lane aurora via photopin (license)

Night-time escapade,
Adventure by moonlight.
Exploring the darkness,
Shouting out for joy
Like a screech owl
When I go moonwalking with you.

Nocturnal treasure hunt
In search of delights,
A cavalcade of madness
Dashing wildly, dancing
Like cavorting March Hares
On a moonwalk with you.
 
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

South Bank

Here is something short and sweet, an ode to London for Day 12 …

Made of sticks and stones

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Shining portals, pools of light
Let loose upon the night.
Kaleidoscope of colours
Hand-in-hand with lovers,
Breathing-in the city bright.
 
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Wish Upon

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Sky searching, scanning the horizons of night
For a glowing ember of yesterday
To pin my hopes upon.
While the darkness is wrapped about me
Like a blanket, for the unbroken hours until the dawn.

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