Nothing Between The Ears

I love the spaces;
The gaps in the world;
The alone times.
The wilderness of longing
For something,
The next thing, to begin.

I love the times
Spent just looking
Out the window.
At a spider building a web,
Its life hanging
On a gossamer thread.

I love the dreaming.
The planning
For world domination.
While just sitting
With a coffee
And my head in the clouds.

© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally Published 22 October 2015

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Anarchy

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Put down your prejudice

Put down your desire for revenge

Put down your pride in knowing you’re right

Put down your manifesto

Put down your holy book

Put down that god’s on your side

Put down who was the slave, who was the master

Put down your slogans, your slurs, those signals of virtue

Put down your flags

Put down your envy

Put away the why-fors and whats

Put down what peace will cost

Put away concerns of who started the war

Put down your right to the land

Put away those back room deals

Put down the colour of your skin

Put down the purity of race

Put down your historic superiority

Put down your badge and your riot shield

Put down the divine right of kings

Put down your right to bear arms

For pity’s sake pull up a chair

And just talk to me.

 

© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Climbing

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Higher, higher;
Down, down;
Don’t know which way
Peace will be found.

They’ve gone and left me here
Out on this ledge
Hanging on by my fingertips.
With all this knowledge

Of good and wrong
Weighing me down,
Driving me to the edge not knowing
If a better place can be found.

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Mercy

The quality of mercy
Is a dispassionate beast.
To turn your head and see
The world through another’s eyes;
To offer your brother a hand up
Rather than place your boot
On his neck
And press down.
Why not mercy for all,
Not just mercy for some?

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Light A Candle

These are not my words. I’ve just come across them, I don’t know who wrote them but feel they are appropriate at this time not just for those affected by the Paris attacks but for all those victims of terror and oppression throughout the world.

And I will light a candle for you
To shatter all the darkness and bless the times we knew
Like a beacon in the night
The flame will burn bright and guide us on our way
Oh, today I light a candle for you.

The seasons come and go, and I’m weary from the change
I keep moving on, you know it’s not the same
And when I’m walking all alone
Do you hear me call your name?
Do you hear me sing the songs we used to sing?

You filled my life with wonder, touched me with surprise
Always saw that something special deep within your eyes
And through the good times and the bad
We carried on with pride
I hold on to the love and life we knew.

And I will light a candle for you
To shatter all the darkness and bless the times we knew
Like a beacon in the night
The flame will burn bright and guide us on our way
Oh, today I light a candle for you.

Hiatus

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Disconnect from it

All. Come back in your own time,

Playing your own tune.

 

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

A deep breath

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Stop!

Look around.

No one else is crying.

The only one

You are hurting

Is you.

 

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Resignation

I’ve had enough.
Are you listening?
Have I got your attention?
Yes, that was me screaming.
Showing fear and agitation
As I shouted, raved and ranted,
Gave voice to my desperation.

I’ve had enough.
I’m heading for the exit
A more fulfilling destination.
I’ve had enough of choppy waters,
Of being decaying vegetation.
I found some pride down here in the gutter
Going to rebuild my reputation.

I’ve had enough.
You can keep the aggravation.
Stick it where the sun don’t shine.
I’m going home.

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© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

The Innocent Ones

Day 9 of the 30 Reblogs of November and a week of hard writing gone and another one about to start, so hopefully a gentle poem to ease out of the weekend with.

Made of sticks and stones

If you could see those things

through my eyes

see everything anew.

Sense daffodils,

laugh at trees,

full of awe at the world.

There’d be no war, no crime,

just innocence,

if you were an infant child.

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The Innocent Ones

If you could see those things

through my eyes

see everything anew.

Sense daffodils,

laugh at trees,

full of awe at the world.

There’d be no war, no crime,

just innocence,

if you were an infant child.