A TIGER WITHIN MY SOUL

A TIGER WITHIN MY SOUL

I can feel it there

Deep inside

Prowling around

And a growling

Roaring sound.

I can see you

Right in front of my eyes

A vision of

A creature that is so

Magnificent

Colours that only

Belong to you.

 Your colours so rare

Of pure orange and black

Striped from your head

To your straight back

Who wouldn’t be frightened

Or scared of this magnificent

Big Cat.

Your reputation speaks volumes

Some not so good

They despise you

For being a killer

But what is there to do?

They have taken your kingdom

That was your kingdom come.

I see you as a beauty

I feel that beauty

Just like a rose

A symbol of love

Passion, devotion

Low and behold

Dig, dig so deep within

Your soul

Eye to eye

What do you see?

You and me

Fighting for what is right

And not what is wrong

We are of the same

Tigress to Tigress

So powerful and strong

We will never

Be the end

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

17^th April 2012

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ESCAPISM

ESCAPISM

Just that feeling from getting away from it all

Legs outstretched, leaning backwards

Oh the bliss and how I have missed this

Taking it all in

Savouring every moment, second, minute

The bouquet of flowers crushed, crumpled

Just like the moment you flattened my world

Tattered, shattered and curled

The darkest of days, the haze, the maze

Struggling to see the daylight

Walking in your shadows

The dark, dark shade just like the night

But that is all gone, long gone

The light is bright

Oh so good to be in the light

Do what I feel, see what is right

No more fear or fright

ESCAPISM

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

14^th November 2013

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THE DANCE

THE DANCE

And oh what a dance!

The sensations so sensual

Your body so close, up close

Our bodies almost entwined, intertwined

Teasing, caressing, embracing

The gentle stroking

Up and down my spine

Divine!

Arched in passion, oh what passion!

You lips just a breath away

Taking my breath away

The fire, the heat, the sizzling heat

Burning, yearning, desiring

Oh this crazy, crazy longing

For more and more

Amour’

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

10^th July 2013

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POMPOUS AND OLD FASHIONED

POMPOUS AND OLD FASHIONED

What can that mean?

Or is it your perception of the cover of the magazine?

Then maybe see behind the cover

I could be your friend or lover

Not a figure of self-importance

For instance how can you say that I am pretentious?

Showy, haughty, or ostentatious

When all you see is a figure, a figment of your imagination

There is nothing grandiose about me at all

Within these magnificent walls is an adorned, adored

Old fashioned little creature

Who loves to be loved

Cherished, wooed the old fashioned way

Caring, sharing

The giver without the receiving

So whilst I look at you looking at me

I see so much behind your exteriors

Nothing portenous, snobbish or exaggerated

You are just like me in some ways

But then again we may differ

But is that so important?

We are after all human

Unique, outstanding

Unquestionably incontestable

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

13^th November 2013

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TRAMPING THE STREETS (an award winning poem Who's Who In American Poetry 2013)

TRAMPING THE STREETS

These streets that have not been paved with gold

These streets are so old

These streets are so, so cold

The weather beaten sidewalks

Covered in moss, grass, so crass

These sidewalks with dust and mistrust

Passer byes with no eyes

Their heads bowed down with deep, deep frowns

They are on their phones, calling their homes

Warm and snug, without the bugs

The traffic seems endless, relentless

Not a quiet spot to slot to plot, oh the forgot!

The forgotten, begotten

Those trample these pavements

Day and night

Night and day

Looking for shelter in a world that is like a skelter

Round and round

Twisting and turning

Ending up in a ramshackle

Derelict

Tumbledown shed

Is this the life to be led?

Surely there is a better life instead?

Their worn out faces

Societies erase

They know their places

Scratching out an existence

With a nickel or a dime

In all the streets grime, crime

Is this life paved with splendours?

Surely it does not!

It meanders, ganders and wonders

Just like these wondrous, not so glamorous

Pavement streets

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

10^th June 2013

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AUTUMN LEAVES

AUTUMN LEAVES

Blowing, scattering in the wind

Flying on the winds of change

Gathering their memories of summer days

Green, yellow, with their hints of blues

The rich, rich colours to chase away the blues

Butterflies, moths and damsel butterflies

Resting, reposing and relaxing in the glorious hues

But now this is autumn

Their leaves now turned burnt red, orange colours

The skies heavily laden with the autumn weather

Rain, misty, foggy, cloudy and grey

The nights are drawing in dark and black

The land has been harvested

Crops now all stored

The butterflies have flown too

The cuckoo, the swallow and swift have flown too

To a warmer climate that suits their tunes

The showy peacock still in full feathered bloom

Strutting his feathers at the beautiful ladies

Who are listening to his tune!

Yet this is still a wonderful time of year!

There are still flowers in bloom

The hedgerows covered in the flowers of the blackberries

Soon to be picked, pickled and jarred

Fruits for all seasons

Spring, summer, autumn and winter

The season’s stores

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

20^th July 2013

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Taken from the book of poems entitled

SIMPLY MAGICAL

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