MYSTERIOUS (New Poem)

MYSTERIOUS

Yet very, very serious

Her airs and graces

Make her look not so delirious

All she wants to do is to be loved

Be a lover, be a best friend

Mysterious

Is how she hides herself

Flash backs inflicted upon her

Mysterious

All she wants is to be needed

24/7 365 days a year

Mysterious

All she wants is an angel

Tender and so real

And an angel to make her feel

Delirious

All she needs is to feel exited, elated

Mysterious

Hidden almost from view

Boldness, sadness

Wanting happiness

All she wants is wonderful

Beautiful

So deep, deep inside

She needs to feel so good

Oh those wonderful needs

Mysterious

Oh she is wondering, pondering

How these things work

Work, work!

Can you show me?

Oh that sensual squeeze

Mysterious

Oh she is thinking of you sweet boy

Oh she does not need a toy

With the damn ploy

Oh the silent tears

Oh the silent years

Adorned and idolised

Mysterious

Mysteriously worshiped

Oh she is in tears

Facing the fears

No more years

Alone, alone

She’ll change the silent tears

To real live wire tears

She’ll sob, sob

Alone, alone

Wondering, pondering

Mysteriously

Heavenly

Sometimes you win

Sometime you lose

Yet sometimes you need to hold tight

It’ll be alright

She wants you to believe in her

Believe that the world has torn her

Torn her to shreds

Toe to head

Mysteriously

She’ll find her true love

Where she’ll never be alone

And discard these adorns

The adorns she has worn

Letting the sunshine through

Through and through

Imagining the adoring

Oh the days are looking brighter

Maybe it is time to trust and let it all go

Go from this gloomy existence 

Oh mysteriously

In my heart I know this won’t be too long

So throw me a line

A line that I’ll never let go

Oh this could go so, so deep

Oh I cannot sleep

Oh how this is unravelling

The adornments are slipping away

Can you feel the atmosphere?

With a stroke of luck

Instead of stroking lashes so blackened

That no one can see me instead

Unblocking this mental atmosphere

Mysteriously, mysteriously

Magically emphatically

© Teresa Helen Joseph-Nelson

20^th October 2018

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JUST A SHORT MESSAGE

Just a short message to all my poetry viewers
There will be new poems coming, so please be patient as it all takes time to compose

Yours sincerely
Teresa Helen Joseph-Nelson

SOFTLY GENTLY (New Poem) image moves

SOFTLY GENTLY

Slowly does it!

This instrument of bliss and joy

Is now back in my possession

After a long, long omission

I’ve missed it with a passion

There is no fashion

It does not hold

Any gold

There is no price, you’re priceless

And here we are as one

Once again

Yet! There is someone missing

Just tell me what is wrong

We wowed

The crowds

Right up to the rafters of all the theatres

Their talking thereafter

Your silence is deafening

Deafening, oh these feelings

We sat together composing

The compositions bound us together

We loved the music we made

The music that was part of our lives

And here I am alone

Alone!

I’d give anything for you to be here

And here I stand with a lonesome tear

The music is strange to me now

Where the music flew like a delicate butterfly

Flowing softly and gently

I need you here, right here

Oh babe, oh babe

Come and tell me what is wrong

Can we make sweet music once again?

I’ve cried and cried

Day after day

Night after night

There is no longer any rhythm and rhyme

The piano plays on and on

Tinkering the ivories and ebonies

Just like you used to!

But there is a familiar sound to them

I turn around and a familiar face smiles

Smiles right back at me!

You’re here, here like you should be

Oh my heart and soul are singing

The strings of my violin are flowing

The musical notes flowing into the atmosphere

Just as it should be

This is where you belong

Now I’m flowing with the rhythm

Silently humming to the music

Oh babe, now the butterfly is on the wing

Flowing, flowing softly and gently

This is my joy, bliss

That I have so, so missed

Oh how I love you babe

This is where we should be

Rapturing, rapturing 

The crowds, the audiences

This is what they have missed

This is their rapture, their bliss

And now we finish our performance

The audience stands on their feet

Elation fills the room

We both feel it

We both see it

The exhilaration on our faces

We savor the moment

Never wanting or needing to leave

Who is important to our successes?

But we must leave you all

The euphoria plain to see and feel

Thank you, thank you

As we take our bows

We blow kisses to you all

Thankful and grateful

As I am that you came back to me

Adieu we’ll be back

© Teresa Helen Joseph-Nelson

14^th October 2018

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