#ASMSG THE LAST TIME THIS IS BEING BARED

THE LAST TIME THIS IS BEING BARED

These feelings so real and true

Those feelings I shared with you

Those feelings that I showed to you

Showered you with

Adored you

Loved you

Those dam feelings of yours

How macabre, cadaverous

Hit and run

Run and hit

Hit and miss

Miss and hit

They have run their course

You left me feeling so bare

Exposed

Uncovered

How dare I let it happen?

You smooth operator

You sneaked in

Crept in without this stupid woman knowing

Didn’t see it coming

Blind as a bat

Oh love is so blind to the fools

So now the invitation has been rescinded

Never, ever to call

To visit at all

This room feels quiet

So still and peaceful

No feelings of invasion

Invasion of privacy

Invasion of what I do or say

The freedom is mine once again

Now it is time for me to rescind this naked feeing

Get myself together again

Be as whole as whole

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

11^th December 2012

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#ASMSG RENEWING

RENEWING

REBIRTHING-BREATHWORK

Healing these shutdown feelings

The anger the pain

The fear, the sadness

Held deep within

Emotions so jumbled, mumbled, muffled

Screaming and shouting silently within

BREATHING IN

BREATHING OUT

Letting this breath out

The freshness

Filling this body

The greenness of regeneration

The lightness of the touch

Billowing

Rising

Curling

Flowing

Falling

Wafting the leafy green leaves all around

Fluttering

Flapping

Shimmering in the lanterns light

The feeling of grounding

Rooted to the spot

Oh this feeling is so good

So good

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

11^th December 2012

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#ASMSG A STRANGE WEIRD FEELING

A STRANGE WEIRD

FEELING

I want to cover up, close up

Hide behind a mask

This weird strange feeling

I cannot place it fathom it

This strange feeling has me in a trance

Looking at it giving me a glance

It’s unreal, surreal bizarre

Feeling drained yet full of life

Fathom it out!

That’s why I’m hiding behind this mask

You cannot see what I am feeling

Tell what is going on within these eyes

Behind these eyes

They glisten, they sparkle, the lustre

But what does it matter?

With this weird, weird, strange feeling inside

I can paint how I feel, dress how I feel too

But it covers the weird strange feeling inside

The painted lady, the dressed up lady

The world sees her as beautiful

Chic, classy and panache

Her style is flamboyant, lavish

And self-assured

Colourful without the flashiness, showiness

I just know what this strange feeling is now!

Maybe this mask can hide me

But the feelings I cannot run from

There is someone I know

Who keeps coming back and back for more!

He hasn’t been given anything from me

Not that stupid and foolish to do it at all

What is it that keeps him attracted to me?

Why me? We are worlds apart

Different like chalk and cheese

He moves in the theatre world

The stage his place, the screen his place

His mask of who he wants to play

But this is a different world

He steps into mine

This is not his world at all

He needs to tell me why

He keeps coming back when he knows he shouldn’t

I keep moving forward, upwards never backwards

But he is there following, watching

Physical attraction?

I don’t know until he tells me

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

17^th December 2012

#ASMSG A DREAM THAT HAS PASSED ME BY

A DREAM THAT HAS PASSED ME BY

A dream that I thought would come true

All the way through

So real, so true

Has escaped, I never gave it a chance

There was a glance

A very short glimpse but then was it a trance

Like state

Seemed so surreal

Bizarre, macabre

Sending shivers down my spine

That glimmer of sunrays

As I walk this lonely, lonely shoreline

I still see your face

Smiling sweetly

Or was that a sneer

Snigger

Smirk with a hint of a

‘You’re a jerk’

 Laughing stock of this race?

Well jerk how does it feel to be laughing on the other side of your face now?

That seven year itch is a bitch

But this woman is worth more than that BITCH

The lighthouse maybe in darkness now

But way deep, deep inside there is a beacon

Shining its light forth

Round and round

Backwards and forwards

I’m no lost soul

Heck are you kidding that I would lose that once more

You may snigger

Titter and chuckle

But guess who has the last word

And snigger, titter, and chuckle

I guess right now you may be thinking

She’ll be back, she always does

Oh jerks take a long, long look at your disgrace

The one user that will always escape

But in time, give it time

Guess who wins this battle of the wills

I WILL

So I walk this shoreline

Its beauty holds it all

I feel it, breathe it

Awakening with time

Sun shining

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

10^th December 2012

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#ASMSG TEARS OF A CLOWN

Tears of a Clown

Taken from the anthology ‘Heartfelt Baring All’

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

These tears from a clown

Oh so brought me down!

I am now frowning, glowering, scowling

Oh what a dam fool!

I cried those tears over the years

They brought me down!

Oh what a silly foolish person I have been

I can see the glowering, glaring, staring

Your eyes never coming into contact

Oh yes that is a fact!

Oh what a dam fool!

You’re sulking, skulking, lurking

Ways all about, around you!

You made me cry, fry, sigh

You had me running around in circles

Here we go around and around

Backwards, forwards never towards

Leaving me like a carousel empty

Emotionless, defenceless, awkwardness

A frightened, un-delighted, un-invited

CLOWN you fool

Taken for a ride, you hide, you bide

You bade, you said, you laid

You lied, oh how you cried, you chide

That still resides

Oh you fool just like a clown

The tears, the fears, the years

The love that was never there without a care

The petals all withered and shaken

Why bother with

She loves me, she loves me not!

She never loved me once and for all!

Period, full stop

I feel just like a fool

The love I gave,

The sacrifices

All that mattered

Torn and tattered

Matted!

Oh well you say

Oh and by the way

Adios amigo

NOBODY’S FOOL

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

28^th March 2013

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#ASMSG WHEN ALL SEEMS SO GREY

When all seems so grey

Taken from the anthology ‘Heartfelt Baring All’

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

When all seems so grey

This very day

This heart so raw, wanting to claw

It’s bleeding, weeping

Right through my very soul

Grey, grey, weeping willow

Now there is no colour

The bleakness, the darkness

I just feel like running away

From the grey, grey day!

Shivering, quivering trembling

These nerves cannot take much more

This child needs to be held once more

This woman needs your tender hug

That reassuring one that means so much

Nothing is consistent but oh so persistent

Where there was once courage

Now it seems like discourage

The wind which was a friend

Whispering softly, gently all will come to an end

Is so distant, a mirage in my mind

When does this end? And once again a friend!

Daunted, haunted, how dare it be flaunted?

How dare it be disheartened!

You will never know the feeling

The dejection, rejection, I’m watching the reflection

Not mine but yours!

Judge and jury pronouncing judgement

On only what you see and hear

Time and time will be mine in years to come

But this is my time for reflection,

No dejection, rejection

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

27^th March 2013

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#ASMSG THE BEAUTY OF NATURE

The Beauty of Nature

The rushing tide of the waterfall

Lush

Green

Blue

A reflection of the

Lush evergreens

Clear and clean

A wolf howling

An awesome sight

And sound

Against the torrent

Of the waterfall

Sounds

An ancient

Native American

Stands

Arms wide open

As if in prayer

To give thanks

And praise

To the land

And the Creator

Of all creations

Upon this

Blessed land

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

8^th May 2012

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#ASMSG THE HARSHNESS OF THE LAND

THE HARSHNESS OF THE LAND

A land once so beautiful

Brimming with life

Brimming with gold

The mountains

Snowcapped mountains

Way in the distance

The rivers and streams

Rushing, rushing

Here and there

Always running

Never stopping

Never for one moment

I stand back

Watch and see

The glory

The honour

The victories

Here I stand

And elder

Watching on the edge

Here it is cold

Harsh

Barren  

Nothing growing

Nothing being sown

What is it waiting for?

The Seasons to begin

Here in the shadows

The shade

Where there is no sun

Except for a grey, grey sky

Above

The land below grey, grey

Like the bark on the trees

Snow, snow everywhere

Coldest of colds

Bitterly, bitterly cold

Raw so raw

There can be no more

We wait

We wait and see

We watch and see

Will this land be ours and free?

Our ancestors

Will rejoice

Once more

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

24^th August 2012

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#ASMSG THE CALLING OF THE SPIRITS

THE CALLING OF THE SPIRITS

Calling in the Totem guides

The power animals

From the oldest traditions ever

Guiding

Protecting

WOLF

Our sincere

Loving

Loyal

Family orientated

The guardian

The guardian to the gates

BEAR

Our brown bear

Strong, powerful

The one we turn to for extra strength

When it is needed

To stand tall and strong

EAGLE

Soars

Far and wide

The seeker of knowledge and truth

Bringing it wisdom of words

And visions

Here to us

To learn

And teach to others

NATURES THREE TOTEM ANIMALS

Call them in when danger is near

Or just to be near when fear

And loneliness creeps in

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

10^th August 2012

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