Biography of Sandra Regan
My name is Sandra Regan. I was born and raised in San Francisco, California. I've surfed the Pacific Ocean, was a lifeguard and a swim teacher for years. I have a degree from San Francisco State University and was an avid protestor against Apartheid and for needy people. I still love nature, I'm a total Francophile, I play the violin and viola in an orchestra and a symphonic metal band. I like to think I bring joy and beauty to the people I meet and hope you like my poetry.
Sandra Regan Poems
The Perfect Day
We had morning coffee, we had a morning walk, pictures on phones, and a daylong talk.
Do you want to do it? I'm not sure, I say, 'yes.' Vortex swirling below. Every inch closer says DO IT.
Do Me Again
Late at night we meet again. It's the life of a musician. Face the fact, I'm making my move. Evening will bring hands that soothe.
Tell Me Something
Tell me something beautiful. Tell me no lies. Life's too short, make it radical honesty. Just say it, stand up and rise.
A Number Game
She was born on 3. He was born on 7. She was born on 31. They work at 500.
Long night with two friends and two dogs. Laughter, secrets, fantasies, and apples? Music, cheap wine, tequila. Snuck a sip of your tequila.
She Wore Fearless
She wears black but her soul is white. he is paranoid about performing and perceptions. don't overthink it don't try to understand it. he doesn't yet realize that she is fearless.
Be Brave My Son
Ancestors at your side every single day. Loved always, don't forget these words I say. Wise young boy, with eyes of green. Aim for the right and don't be mean.
Playing The Violin!
Are you ready? Hold it with your chin. This is a game that you will win. It won't be easy, now stand up straight. Come on now, I know your fate.
One Last Dance
Dark eyes, long hair, proud of familia and roots. Tattoos claim the city with the golden bridge. Why you? So strange when these eyes only sought green or blue, uninked, milky skin, and hair of gold.
Kiss It Goodbye
Last 12 months, a year to forget. Every tear, every prayer, each failed bet. Time to move on, time to let go. Sky sets quick, head hung low.
Crazy Prose On A Crazy Night
June brings warmth, sun kissed cheeks and love from two. Endless crazy thoughts of laughter, songs, and you. Four days of a full moon, oh my. Filled with your light and your crazy ways.
J'adore les abeilles Everyone knows it's true. Flying freely to and fro. Fear us because our sting could kill.
One More Day
Looking out my window, the moon is watching me. Oh what are you thinking? Vortex of thought hug me like I hugged that tree. Ever writing before sweet dreams fill this dark night.
One More Day
Looking out my window, the moon is watching me.
Oh what are you thinking?
Vortex of thought hug me like I hugged that tree.
Ever writing before sweet dreams fill this dark night.
I'm seeking the right words,
Suddenly it comes to me.
Make no mistake, I believe the word is:
Sipping wine sooo does not clear my mind.