Lover’s Steps

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Belly laughs and lover’s steps
Upon the stairs,
Emotional devotion.
Sentences intertwined like limbs,
In the chaos of calming breath;
The aftermath.
Stillness
Conspires with the electricity
Of touch.
This aftermath
With sheets disarranged, soliloquy of destruction –
Is this the scene of crime or a passion play,
Where husks of human flesh lay spent.
 
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Breeze

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Why do you like me she said,
And I couldn’t answer.
I just knew that I wanted
Her to be at my side
For a millennium or two
While I walked down the road.
Wherever life and the breeze
Happened to take me.
 
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The Loving Words

 

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Spinning infinity,
Planets collide.
I loved you once
But that hope died.
The stars align,
The signs are red.
But the loving words
Remained unsaid.
Celestial object
In my sky.
I wanted love
But you made me cry.
 
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Salt in the Wound

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photo credit: Adi Korndörfer Sweet tear via photopin (license)

Tears rolling
Out of control,
Down to earth
Drowning us both.

If I could take back words
I would take back the hurts,
Chase away the tears.
Wipe away the fears

Say goodbye to it
And stop the crying.
Start your healing now.
Make you feel – new.
 
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Kindred Spirits

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You’re the soul I reach for in the darkness.

Kindred spirit, will you wander with me.

 
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Elevation

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When I give myself up to higher powers
And spread my wings. Or walk out into the ocean,
Dive beneath the water sharing my soul with the sea.
Then I will know the universe
Whose currents cradle me, will keep me whole.
Drawing me up towards the light
To take another breath. This spirit
In whose embrace I suffer a thousand little deaths.
The spirit is always there with me.

© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

 

Night in Shining Armour

Day 26 of my review of the year and a poem about the moon and the lunacy of love, and getting cocky and trying to write poems in more than one language …

Made of sticks and stones

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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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Dream of Eve

Day 16 of my review of the last twelve months and a poem about summer nights ( with no mention of Travolta or Grease)

Made of sticks and stones

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Moonlight sparkles on the water
As I drift lazily by, within this dream.
The languor of a summer night
Encapsulates the instant
The goddess whispers my name.
Her voice so beautiful, ethereal,
It’s like the sighing of the breeze.
 

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Last Dance

Another year of blogging nearly gone by and here’s a poem from last November to kick off my annual review of some of my personal favourites from the last year.

Made of sticks and stones

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And the lights go down
Night after night
And the orchestra
Go home to their beds.
And in the early hours
When I am alone
I wonder
If I should’ve asked you to dance.

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DVLA

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photo credit: w4nd3rl0st (InspiredinDesMoines) Life is a Highway | Badlands NP, SD via photopin (license)

Slowing down for corners,
Savouring of life’s best.
Growing older
If not yet wiser,
Knowing hand-in-hand
We’ll pass the test.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.