Regis Auffray

Regis Auffray, poetry, short stories, personal quotes

Bubbles and Childhood

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Bubbles and Childhood

Children blow bubbles
Creating carefree coloured worlds
(Spherical rainbows)
Which the breeze blows away
Towards the sun and sky
And evermore

Ephemeral worlds
As innocence and childhood are
In a world
Where children blow bubbles

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June 10, 2017 at 2:40 pm

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Wildwood

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Wildwood

Oh Wildwood

When I first beheld you

I fell for you

In an instant

A falling star

Lit up your eyes

With the flame of love

I felt I was dying

I am in love

Still and ever

With you

Wildwood

 

© Régis Auffray

Written by Regis Auffray

May 16, 2017 at 11:35 am

Deep into April

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Deep into April

I was deep into April

And I am still

Into her flaxen hair

Flowing in the breeze

Of a hesitant spring

Into her gentle voice

Like distant wind chimes

Echoing through the air

Into her touch

Like snowflakes on your face

When you look to heaven

Into her laughter

Youthful and innocent

Refreshing like summer rain

Into her scent

Like that of honeysuckle

Subtly intoxicating

Into her kisses

Tasting of life’s essence

And sweet summer wine

Into her gentleness

Like that of a fawn

Timid yet unmissable

Into her loveliness

Unforgettably etched on my heart

Leaving me breathless

Into her spirit

Encompassing my soul

Like the arms of an angel

I was deep into April

And I am still

Written by Regis Auffray

April 23, 2017 at 9:27 pm

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Ness

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Ness

 

People call me Ness.  Those who think they are my friends call me Nessie.  It’s ironic.  They give me the name of the monster from Loch Ness.  They have no idea how close they are to the monster within me.  It’s not even my first name.

I’ve been on the street for quite a few years now.  I have no idea who my father was and my mother literally threw me out of the house when I was fourteen years of age.  She did it after I completely destroyed one of her boyfriends who thought he would get his way with me.  Something happened within me and I looked right into his eyes and he went crazy.  I’d never seen anyone so afraid.

I knew from that moment that I have a gift.  It’s not so bad on the street at all.  With my gift, I can get whatever I want.  I don’t abuse it.  The abusers, though, are getting fewer by the day.  I’m pretty and young and they are attracted to me.  I can read through their thoughts.  I wait for just the right moment and look right into their eyes.  That is all.  They become insane and will not abuse anyone anytime soon.

I am grateful for my gift.  By the way, my first name has always been Dark.

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March 21, 2017 at 5:21 pm

Wish

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Wish

I saw you waltz
across the wide expanse
of emerald lawn
You wore a sapphire sky
in the indolent air of aging June
Sunrays played upon your hair
You held her hand
I saw you smile
like no one can
I heard your laughter
Its musical notes danced
in the dreamy languorous mood
of midday
I heard you say her name
I looked at her
I was amazed
at her matter-of-factly composure
How could she not be in awe
of the goddess
granting her such attention?

Within the moment
I wished
I had been born different

 

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Written by Regis Auffray

March 16, 2017 at 7:04 pm

Withdrawal

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Unwittingly

I have trespassed

A burden to others

I do not want to be

To share and put upon others

This endless darkness

Relentless hopelessness

I withdraw

I shall seek strength

In the desert within

Endless dunes of solitude

Though somber shadows

Seek to surround me

Despair

Doubt

Anxiety

These vultures observe from above

Circling

Slowly circling

Relentlessly circling

Waiting for me to falter

Hoping for me to fall

But I shall not fear

I shall strive on

Seeking an oasis

And hope

For inner peace

Within

Asking nothing

Of anyone

And should my time here be done

I shall rest upon the sand

And sleep

And perhaps awaken

To a sky free of vultures

© Régis Auffray

Written by Regis Auffray

February 26, 2017 at 4:57 pm

The Limerick King

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Many people call me, “The Limerick King.” I am humbled but not enough not to take the bait and write a limerick about myself.  I do write a great many limericks but I also write other poems, short stories, and personal quotes.

The Limerick King

They call me the Limerick King,
But royalty’s just not my thing;
I like fairy tales,
And wild woodland trails,
Discovering lyrics that I can sing. ~ Regis

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Written by Regis Auffray

February 26, 2017 at 10:50 am