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An invention,
A creation,
Nothing to see.
An enigma,
An illusion,
A fantasy.
Something
And nothing
A mystery.
The mask
Behind which I hide;
The smile
Behind which I hide;
The wall
I’ve built and
Behind which I hide.
The truth
That cannot be denied.
These lies are mine;
Yes, this is me.
© 2019 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
Day 13 and a poem about the bonds of desire …
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Your deepest desires
Have undressed me,
Brought me here.
They’ve tied me to your soul
With an ache that won’t let me go.
Restrained by emotions that flame
Eternal, a flame that’ll never be consumed;
Forever burning, on and on.
An inferno dressed in velvet, draped with silk.
Lips parting; tongues of flame.
© 2019 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
For day twelve of my annual review we have a poem about trust and love …
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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.
© 2019 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
Day 11 of my annual review and an encouragement to keep moving on, no matter what …
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Don’t stop, or look around
Don’t let emotion slow you down.
Keep moving honey,
Ignore the laughter of the clowns.
Don’t let the distractions
Distract you from your goal
Or break the rhythm of your steps.
For you’ve come so far
But there is still so far to go.
Don’t let the headwinds
Cry havoc with your mind
And never stop being kind to yourself.
© 2019 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
Today is Remembrance Sunday here in the UK when we remember those who have died in conflicts during the twentieth and twenty-first century. Here is a poem from last November about the importance of remembrance …
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Will it be remembered?
In a hundred years more.
Will my grave have fallen
Into despair.
Will they remember how I left
With hope in my eyes, shouting
“I’ll be home for Christmas”.
Will they remember
The mud,
The shrapnel,
The blood
And the cries.
Will they remember the fallen,
The pointless waste of young lives.
Will you remember the place where I died?
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
Day nine of my review of the last twelve months and a poem about the completeness that comes with being trapped in a place that you don’t want to escape from …
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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.
© 2019 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
For the eighth November, we have a poem about how nature can suddenly remind you that as humans we are just so small and insignificant.
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© 2019 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
Day 7 reviewing my posts of the last twelve months and a poem about the baggage we carry with us as we make our way through life …
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All I have inherited are the faults
That one generation passes on to the next.
I had the intention to succeed, I could have manufactured something true.
But my good deeds were carried out in the wrong context.
My sins are like grains of sand, a maelstrom
Of crimes and misdemeanours, wound tight about my bones.
While my spirit cries out to the fathomless vacuum of the night
About an exile from a home it’s never known.
About how I was the steward of all the darkness that my forefathers shared with me.
And I bear the tribal wounds as badges of pride. All the ancient resentments. The miscellany of faults.
Yet this land could have prospered if I could have shed the shackles of the past.
But instead I sowed fresh seeds in this soil cried out from my own…
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Day six of my review of the last twelve months and a poem about a long distance relationship …
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Moon ‘I’ floating on a sea of clouds –
Greeting the fire that waits just beyond the horizon.
I leave the watch of my Midnight Ones to you
O child of flame, my fierce burning son.
I glimpse your restless desire
From across the depths of heaven
That fate decrees should break my heart, asunder.
I forever in the shadow of the passion
That gives your hours their meaning.
Bearer of my hopes and fears I give breath to you
That break the silence of the dark with unblemished light;
As I lay down my head, and close my eyes to dream.
© 2019 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
Day five of my review of the year and a poem about making your voice heard …
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This will be the day
This’ll be the moment
I’m breaking these bonds,
Tearing down these cages.
This will be the hour,
To the very second.
I’ll open my mouth,
For the first time
You’ll hear me rage
Shouting from the rooftops.
Gonna shed these shackles.
Kicking over holy idles.
Tumbling your truths
Down into the dust.
© 2019 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
