ARE WE SO BLIND?

ARE WE SO BLIND?

We walk around oblivious

Unconsciously unaware

Like robots mechanically programmed

Numb unfeeling

Our reflexes reaching for the norm

 Intuitively, unthinkingly

Our subconscious

Thoughts, feelings behaving out of sync

We all traipse around lifeless and blindfolded

Insensible

With not a smile on your faces

In your familiar places

You traipse, you frown

Just like a clown

Oh what a circus running around

And here you are

Unresponsive to the beauty all around

Are we so blind? Are we so bound?

Running around

Take off the binds, the blinds, the blinkers too

FEEL, SEE, TASTE, HEAR, LISTEN

All that is around us

LOVE

In a blindfolded world

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

20^th December 2012

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THE SOFTEST OF SOUNDS

THE SOFTEST OF SOUNDS

The softest sounds come from the heart

Where nothing can tear that apart

The sweet, sweet rhythms of a heart beat

The flow of energy, flowing gently

Very much like the ebony and ivory

Of the piano chords

The highs that sound like a whisper

The pounding beat of the low notes

Base drums beating with all that is

Sounding out the rhythms for the ballerina

Tap, tap, tip, tip toeing

Flowing, curving, rolling

The elegance, the grace

So fluent, so self-assured

So self-confident, so self-possessed

The tune, the melody

Striking a balance

For us to swing to

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

5^th April 2013

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GUIDING LIGHT

GUIDING LIGHT

You have been my guiding light

That has shone through the years so bright

Through the heartbreak, the heartache

That brought me to my knees

Begging, imploring please!

You wiped away my tears

Hushed my fears

Those were evidently plain to see and hear

You listened, you heard them all

You heard my screaming call

You never judged

You never left my side

Silently, quietly

That is where you constantly resided

Through the coldness, chilliness

Warming this troubled spirit

With your unconditional love

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

11^th December 2013

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Winters Warrior (soon to be a short story) ON A MISSION

ON A MISSION

A mission that needs movement

A mission to be fought with might

A fight to the end

Warriors bend

Every corner taken

Every corner travelling

Every corner never knowing

If the truth unbends

If the lies are well hidden

In the slippery bends

They must travel this road with its bends

Fighting the cause to the ends

Warriors

Fighters

Guardians

Fighting against the darkness

The gloom

And doom

They must travel

Near and far

Never wondering

Never questioning

Never pondering

Just go into the fight

With might

Power

With all the forces

Valor

Weapons at the ready

Warding off the predators

From the darkness

Chasing them to the end

Out into the light

This they can depend

The raven

Bringing enlightenment

Truth and justice

The wolf

The warrior’s guardian

Protector

Ears pricked and pointed backwards

A warning

Snarling his teeth

As a warning

Come any closer to my prince

Of the light

I will defend

He can depend

So they travel around the bends

Ever alert

Watchful

Prepared

At the ready

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

26^th August 2012

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FACT OR IS IT JUST FICTION?

Fact or is it just fiction?

Am I just a figment of your great imagination?

Is this just fanciful?

Or just unbelievable!

Either way or whichever way

I’m sat here high on a branch

With wings furled

Trying to answer your questions

Yes I am real, surreal

To your vivid imagination

I am here and there

In the sunlight, in the shadows of your mind

Watching, listening, hearing your calls

Oh please listen to my calls

Your fears, tears I see and feel

Just quieten those voices you have many choices

Yet I have the right one for you

I’m here right beside you!

In the flesh!

Are we not all Angels of this earth?

To help, to aid, to knock down the barricades

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

9^th December 2013

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