Yes

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photo credit: rsmithing Amor Electrica via photopin (license)

Many years ago, I remember watching a documentary in which they had film of John Lennon explaining how the first time he had walked into Yoko Ono’s gallery the first work he had seen had simply consisted of the word YES! John Lennon maintained that if it hadn’t been such an unequivocally positive message he wouldn’t have continued looking around the gallery and wouldn’t have met Yoko.

I don’t know if I’ve always viewed the word ‘Yes’ as such a positive, I think it is easy to say yes to something without wholeheartedly committing to it. Whether that is saying you will take the bins out, volunteering for a project at work or saying you will help a friend. I know for certain I’ve been guilty of saying yes, but secretly having my fingers crossed behind my back and hoping someone else will do it instead.

However, one thing I can definitely say is yes to the question – has this been a good year.

Of course I’m not unaware of all the horrible things that are happening all over the world, the political upheavals and uncertainties, and on a personal note I’ve probably had as many setbacks as a normal year.

Nothing has really changed apart from my attitude to the world. It might be that I have slipped into a comfort zone but my previous experience of comfort zones wasn’t at all comfortable, because I had the uncertainty of what the universe would do to me if I dared to move out of where I was. This current feeling is one of balance and positivity. Yes it definitely helps that I can give some focus to my creative projects and I’m no longer trying to be a paper thin imitation of someone and something else.

This might be an illusion, I might be as deluded now as I was eighteen months ago and still heading in the wrong direction with life. But the difference is that eighteen months ago I would not have answered the question ‘is life good?’ with the answer ‘YES’.

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photo credit: jenny downing with every good wish via photopin (license)

I’m taking a blogging and social media break over the festive period (working to complete my poetry collection Wreckage for release in Jan/Feb 2017), so apart from a few scheduled posts which will pop up over the next couple of weeks this is it until the New Year.

If you would like to read some more of my work you will find a couple of my poems, December Alone and Safe Inside, included in the Winter Magic collection on wattpad.

Winter Magic

Finally, I’d just like to wish you all a peaceful and restful couple of weeks, thanks for reading and have a great and positive 2017.

© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

New Year

I’m not afraid of you;
In fact I might like you.
You feel different
To all the ones that went before.
You’re going to be my friend,
Aren’t you?

© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Half a world away

Day 21: & a late substitute, which I wanted to share for no better reason than I came across a poem I had forgotten and it asked to be shared again.
Yes worrying, my poems are talking to me.

Made of sticks and stones

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In an hour we could be sixty miles away.

Tomorrow we could be in France

Or on a plane to Mumbai,

Half a world away from here.

Let’s have an adventure, a fiesta, a new start.

So come on take my hand

Let’s leave our troubles behind and escape.

 

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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Clean undies

Day 19

Made of sticks and stones

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I’ll be the hero and get the girl.
I’ll be Superman without the cape.
I’ll be a rock star without the habit.
If this comes off, Oh man
I’ll be Hendrix, the Beatles and the Stones.
I’ll reform the band!
I’ll be Branson without the beard.
I’ll be Elvis before the Vegas years.
It’ll be like that fabled pot of gold
Falling from the sky
And landing on my head.
It’ll be like all the dreams
I have ever wished for coming true.
If I could only have my cake and eat it
I would be away
Showing just a clean pair of heels.

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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Clean undies

I’ll be the hero and get the girl.
I’ll be Superman without the cape.
I’ll be a rock star without the habit.
If this comes off, Oh man
I’ll be Hendrix, the Beatles and the Stones.
I’ll reform the band!
I’ll be Branson without the beard.
I’ll be Elvis before the Vegas years.
It’ll be like that fabled pot of gold
Falling from the sky
And landing on my head.
It’ll be like all the dreams
I have ever wished for coming true.
If I could only have my cake and eat it
I would be away
Showing just a clean pair of heels.

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Travelling Show

Silence,

Is overrated.

Give me bustle,

Give me noise,

A street scene drama,

A panoply of joys.

Let there be music

Of larks and doves.

With crashing waves,

Electric guitars.

With vibrant brushstrokes

Paint it in crimson

And golds and blues.

Let it all go spinning by

On the helter-skelter, razor’s edge.

Never quiet – I choose life.

 

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Half a world away

photo credit: Redscape via photopin (license)

photo credit: Redscape via photopin (license)

In an hour we could be sixty miles away.

Tomorrow we could be in France

Or on a plane to Mumbai,

Half a world away from here.

Let’s have an adventure, a fiesta, a new start.

So come on take my hand

Let’s leave our troubles behind and escape.

 

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.