ENTWINED

ENTWINED

We may seem worlds apart

We may seem to be opposites

But do they not say

“Opposites attract”

Yet I know what is inside of us

We have many public faces

But hey we know our real face

It lies deep inside

Loneliness

Loneness

A lousy isolation

Seclusion so private

That sets us apart

We have our reputations

These need to be met

High flyers

We laugh and joke

The odd poke

We do what we want

We go anywhere we want

But there is a longing need

We’ve been taken to the cleaners

We’ve been taken to be the fools

We’ve just been their tools

We’ve tried to laugh it off

Loads of scoff

Loads of shrug it off

But it dam well hurts deep inside

We’ve now become nobody’s fool

Yet there is a yearning

We work to fill the gaping hole

But yet we know why

The fun, frivolity

The Latte, Mocha, Cappuccino

Capriciousness

But deep, deep down inside we know why

The one night stands are not in my lands

Two lives explicitly entwined

It’s the warm embraces

It’s the feeling of being needed

It’s the pure fantasy to reality needed

It’s the feeling of drowning in pure ecstasy

Love without treason

Love without a reason

Two bodies entwined

Drinking up each other’s wines

Two bodies not wanting to let go

Two bodies hungry

Two people devouring each other

Well a girl can dream can’t she?

That someday it’ll be a maybe

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

20^th March 2015

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EXTRACT FROM 'THE SHOW WILL GO ON' CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER FOUR

THE CHASE

 “Justin I don’t want to alarm you but we’ve been followed by a green BMW since we left the parking area back there, what the hell is going on?” said Sparky

 “Shut up for a second whilst I contact Alex and David on their cell, crap this is all we need right now!” Just hold tight buddy this might get a bit rough. I was warned this might happen, but not this dam quick shit! He slams on the brake and honks the horn. “Shit man! Bloody people get out of the way!  Watch where you’re walking, will you! What they call them here in England “jay walkers”? More like “blinkered”, looking for an early way upstairs to heaven”

“Where the hell did you learn to drive like a crazy person, you’ll be breaking the Great British law on their highways and byways Jeeeeesh.”

“Justin, Alex here just do exactly as I say and no questions I saw that BMW pulling out as we left just now. There is a vehicle behind that one which is our boys. Just keep calm and no stupid moves either just remember we have precious cargo here and nothing must happen to Ms. Gunn. She is fraught as hell right now and she needs to be out of this situation quick. Fast enough these guys behind will cause and accident. Just drive. Don’t look back or get involved in stopping to look who they are either. These guys are not for messing around.  They’ll have your faces, and you could be next. This is what I was expecting from them. We’re taking a detour from the planned route back to her home. Just to be on the safe side, take it easy, and do exactly as I tell you and when to make the move as well”

“Is he having a laugh Justin because I am not laughing at all? Whose dam toes has she trodden on for goodness sake for this to be happening? Alex what the hell is going on with Jelena being under this dangerous situation again?  Jeeeeesh she needs calming not this upsetting her. Get me out of here Justin I don’t want to be in an early grave my family wouldn’t appreciate it at all and nor would yours either” said Sparky now really getting extremely stressed and panicking at the what is about to happen within the next few seconds he is not happy he is concerned for all that is happening thoughts that he might not ever speak or see his family ever again, tears are pricking his eyes his emotions are all over the place.

MAROONED

MAROONED

On this baron land

All that can be seen is sand

Sand, sand

With the occasional rock

Oh that rock!

My rock!

My rock around the clock

Tick, tock

My lock to life

My happy life

But the sands of time

Are out of rhyme

The sands are desolate

Stranded with the test of time

Isolated

Deserted

The golden sun

Has lost its wonder

Never to ponder

Its spectacle

Or ever wonder

Why, oh why?

This is a goodbye

Our special place

With all its traces

You stood me up

Leaving me stranded like a fool

Feeling like your tool

Your fix

With all your stupid tricks

Oh I can see it now!

Oh this is goodbye

Without a shed of a tear

And facing life without fear

I’ll remember this year

Not for the bad

But for the lessons

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

19^th March 2015

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EXTRACT FROM 'THE SHOW WILL GO ON'

CHAPTER NINE

JELENA’S SILENT WORLD?

Jelena has been through this before, but each incident has been fraught with emotions that can only be best described as frightening. Tossing and turning in an unfamiliar bed that feels as hard as nails, the bedroom sparse in its décor with the bed placed against a wall that was papered in a luminous hue of blue, scratched, dented with the possible knocks and bangs of the beds headboard up against it and  looked like it had seen better days; a tall wooden pine wardrobe seemed to be the only updated piece of furniture in the room, the décor on the remaining walls were a dank, dark brown, whoever chose this colour must have had a real weird sense of colour sense for a bedroom, definitely not a calming colour in her view. Jelena bashing at the lumpy uncomfortable pillows in sheer frustration that sleep is evading her again! The hands of the clock beside her on the bedside cabinet barely moving, just the ticking sounds echoing in the eerie silence of the room. Yet again! Jelena is feeling those jittering nerves, never knowing what will happen next,  but all  she can do is to try to hold it all together as much as is possible and not let this arse hole of a jerk get to her, yet wondering who the hell is it and why?. Her mind now in the present and what holds for her.

Once again her silent feelings take over her, not sharing them even with her closes friends or colleagues; they have their own issues to contend with without her burdening them with hers. Anger, once again at the total inconvenience to her everyday life and environment, the loss of her own private space and for how long this time she is not sure. She’ll miss her friends and neighbours and Jelena will be wondering if they had noticed all the comings and goings of the Close Protection removing her personal belongings from her home, the very thought of it all! Going through her desk, her files, her clothing, everything! Jelena shudders at the very thought, no one should have the right to do so without her permission, it should have been left to me not them, have they secured my home properly? What about who’s going to be keeping an eye open for any more undesirables snooping around the exterior of the property? Have they left my home tidy or in total disarray? All these thoughts and emotions running profusely with no order whatsoever in her mind. Her one concerned now is getting over the incident earlier today, her whole being including her body now wracked in pain, delayed shock setting in, she is now feeling weepy not just for herself but for her dearest friends Justin and Sparky who also were harmed in the fracas, both now recuperating at a secret location which she has been told they cannot divulge for their own safety and well-being.

IT'S YOUR REJECTION THAT I FEAR

IT’S YOUR REJECTION THAT I FEAR

You posed your pose

Carried on with your prose

The cheeky chatter

This seemed to you to matter

There was nothing serious

You wanted and needed the dangerous

You called, you bawled

Your insecurities

You etchings, sketching’s

Planted and planned

Like a well-designed garden

Perfect, perfected

Yet to your world of perfection

This a cover for your rejections

The fear of fear

Critically critical

Of all relationships

Partnerships

Your losses hidden beneath

It’s your fear of rejection

That leaves me feeling rejected

Dejected to be part of your world

Your life

Where I feel no fear

But a determined, resolute

To guide and support you

In whatever it is that you need

Oh come on give this girl a chance

Take a chance

Make a stance

Not just a glance

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

26^th April 2014

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TWO OF A KIND

TWO OF A KIND

They see us dragons

Fire and brimstone

From our mouths

And bellies

Little do they know

Or understand

We are not like this all the time

Only when someone gets

Us all hot and bothered

And we got to let off the

Steam

We are sweet

Cute

Attractive

Charming

Endearing

Delectable

Pair

Our hearts pulse and beat

Like any other

We have passions

Desires

Wants

And needs

We like the seasons

Which come and go

Look at us now?

Way down here in the deepest

Darkest

Cellar

Do they do that too?

Up to their knees in water

Loving every moment to

They call you a creature

Heck I love your features

Like I like mine too

We are the same

In many ways

We love each other

So woven deeply inside

Intertwined

Entangled

Interwoven

Come let us show the world

We are one

And not alone

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

1^st June 2012

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DO YOU SEE WHAT I FEEL

DO YOU SEE WHAT I FEEL

The deafening sounds of thunder

The black and blue skies

Rolling along like the waves

Way up there in the heavens

The cracking lightening

Like my broken heart

Splitting into pieces

Like shards of glass

I hear the clapping thunder

I hear your hands clapping with glee

Did you not know how you made me feel?

Did you not know that you made me happy!

Or were your words not for real?

Then why make this world of mine so surreal?

With your words of love and devotion

You made this world of my feel like heaven on earth

Now all you feel is mirth

And now all I want is for this to disappear

Like the clapping thunder

The striking lightening

The lashing rain

Letting it pound, pound

Washing, cleansing this heart and soul

Oh what a fool!

A huge fool to this world of love

But I’ll stay a devoted fan of love

And one day, yes one day

I’ll follow my heart

And my true destiny

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

14^th December 2014

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