Regis Auffray

Regis Auffray, poetry, short stories, personal quotes

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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


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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




These vultures observe from above


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


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

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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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February 26, 2017 at 10:50 am

Encounter with a Mermaid

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Alone by the wild sea I sought what I might see;

When all of a sudden, before me on a rock,

Reclined one of the wondrous women of the sea –

A mythical mermaid with whom I wished to talk.

“Mermaid, fair mermaid, why is it you hide?

My wish is to see you and to perhaps know you;

But I cannot find you when you hide in the tide,

And dive behind the waves to keep from my view.”

“I hide for I’m shy and really quite wary,

And I have reason to take care and beware;

For your race’s shown itself to be mostly quite scary

And the kind souls I’ve met have been rather rare.”

“I promise, dear mermaid, that I will tell no one

About you and your sisters and your home in the deep.

I’ll keep very quiet and until you are done,

You’ll not hear from me so much as a peep…

Is it true fair mermaid, that deep under the waves,

Your home is made of polished pearl and pink coral?

Is it true you are keeping captive as your slaves,

The souls of drowned sailors whose lives were immoral?”

“These stories you’ve heard are full of false rumor;

Our home is indeed of coral, pearl but much more.

We live in an aura of love and good humor,

And we do not judge those who pass by our door.”

“But you will admit that at times in the past,

Your voice would enchant sailors as they sailed by.

Entranced by your song and the spell that it cast;

Their ship wrecked and they died to your lullaby.”

“Such stories are foolish and really quite false;

We mermaids have never coaxed sailors to their death.

We watch and we wonder at life’s wonderful waltz,

And we want for nothing for the sea is our wealth.

The nonsense you spoke of is false, foolish folklore.

I hope that this day you have learned about us;

That you’ll change the wrong rumors that were there before,

And leave us alone without any fuss.”

“Thank you, dear mermaid, and I appreciate

The time you have spent answering my quest.

I know that you love and that you do not hate;

And I hope that some day I will be your guest.”

“You’ve asked your questions and I’ve tried to answer.

Now please, excuse me, I’ve company later.

The dolphins are coming for tea and you, sir,

May stay if you wish; you can be the waiter.”

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February 2, 2017 at 2:31 pm

Dark Dream

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Dark Dream


Dim dreamscape



Dark skeletal trees

Crows peering down

From a starless sky

Your face appears

Your eyes seem sad


You keep looking at me



Perhaps disdainfully even

Coal black icicles

Beneath your eyes

Frozen tears?

And then

The stark dark realization

I am looking at the mirror

In my soul

Those frozen tears

Are not from your eyes

But from mine

My heart melts with sorrow

The light goes out

And with it hope

I am not feeding the crows anymore

For there’s nothing left of me

© Regis Auffray (01-14-17)

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January 25, 2017 at 7:49 pm