Plotting a course

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I’ve navigated choppy seas.

My boat has taken on water.

But I made it through,

I survived

And if I fear

That I may go down again,

Lose my compass,

Sight of land,

Then I will remember

That the stars shined

And showed me the way

Back to you.

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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Bogeyman

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What doesn’t kill us
Makes us stronger,
What doesn’t kill us
Makes us wish we were younger,

What doesn’t kill us
Makes us wish for yesterday,
Makes us wish.
That the Shadow would go away

Leave us to our own designs
To roll the dice,
Leaves us to play the game.
Fate in own hands

Impostors by another name,
Captains of our own sinking ship.
In control of our own illusions
With mastery of all our delusions.

With all the weapons ready
At our command
We are ready
To take a stand.

What doesn’t kill us
Makes us wish we were younger
Makes us long for the Shadow
That we fear to go away.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

What it Seems

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What happens if I distrust the rumours
But take your sweetest lies as facts?

Well the honey bee knows
That the strongest perfume can disguise the truth
And that the prettiest blooms can sometimes be empty inside.
It’s like the stag that has learned to fear the silence
Because of the danger that lies in autumn shadow.
Or the wind that cries softly in November,
For remembrance of what winter brings.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

This is the final prompt of five from ‘How to Write a Poem’ by Tania Runyan, and is all about unanswered questions.

Missed you

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I should have kissed you,
I wanted to so much.
I should have leaned in closer,
I was aching for your touch.

I could have kissed you,
The lights were turned down low.
There was a moment,
Electricity, between us a glow.

I would have kissed you,
But the shadows were too long,
There had been too much wine
And in the morning I’d be gone.

But I should have kissed you.

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© 2014 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally published 8 May 2014

The Mob and Me

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I don’t understand
The mob, or perhaps it’s just
That I look at the victim
After a lynching
And ask who is next?
Wondering if there’s a chance
That the mob will pick on me.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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Spaces

What if the places where it began,
Burned up,
Burned down to the ground.
What if the people who once cheered,
Began plotting,
Baying for blood.
What if the angels, the heavenly host,
Were the demons,
Inside my skull.
What if the sky
Came crashing down,
Swallowing me whole.
What if the fever, seeps through the walls,
No safe spaces,
Just cages for all.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Red Sky in the Morning

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What kind of false fantasy
Do you want me to believe?
What silver lining shall I watch
Kicked into the dust.
What wish upon a star
Happily ever after
Should I cry to sleep over tonight.
A politician’s promise;
A teenager’s wet dream;
Lovers kiss with fingers crossed.
It’s another false fantasy
Another rust coloured dawn.

© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Fall back

Blue skies and heartaches
Live always together in
My mind. For I know,
If I dare to love in spring
It’ll be over by fall.

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Missed you

Day 12 of the 30 Reblogs of November and a poem of what might have been…

Made of sticks and stones

I should have kissed you,

I wanted to so much.

I should have leaned in closer,

I was aching for your touch.

 

I could have kissed you,

The lights were turned down low.

There was a moment,

Electricity, between us a glow.

 

I would have kissed you,

But the shadows were too long,

There had been too much wine

And in the morning I’d be gone.

 

But I should have kissed you.

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Will you love me?

Day 4 of the 30 reblogs of November and another fragment of a lost poem from my twenties. God, I was intense back then… nothing’s changed.
Another reblog tomorrow plus an excerpt from my work in progress.

Made of sticks and stones

Will you love me for eternity

or whichever is sooner,

‘til the world finally collapses

in on itself

or the end

of my bitter days.

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