THROUGH THE SANDS OF TIME (New Poem)

THROUGH THE SANDS OF TIME

Through the sands of time

Where we can be restricted with our lives

We sail through time not knowing where we are

Not knowing where it has gone

The sands can sink beneath us

Drowning, drowning us completely

The sands of time has us captured

The sand of time has us imprisoned

Bogged down, bogging us down

Where our sails can no long sail

Sail in the fair winds

Stuck in one direction going no where

Nowhere to be free

Time and motion stuck

Stuck in a rut

Beached like a war ship

A war ship of the past

So, so here in the present

Presenting our fears, with no tears

What can we do?

Is there anything that we can do?

To release all the pent up troubles

That rolls; roll on the rocky rocks and seas

Can we release the shackles that chain us?

And take control of our emotions

Take control of that helm

And steer ourselves out of the murky waters

Into calmer seas, into where we were before

Can we steer ourselves from the rocky shores?

Life steers us in different directions

But are they the right ones?

The true ones!

Can you hear the inner voice?

Calling you to come home

To your true self

True selves

I can hear it calling you to come closer

To stop drowning, drowning

So let’s sail away and leave our troubles behind

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

15^th October 2017

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TRAMPING THE STREETS #3 (new Poem)

TRAMPING THE STREETS #3

So here we are little guy

Both abandoned and alone

Guess we can make it, what do you reckon?

There seems to be quite a few of us now

Homeless, feeling hopeless

But I reckon we are a band of

Brothers and sisters

Caring for each other

Looking out for each other too

Yes little fella you to

How can anybody do that to you?

Thrown out like a piece of garbage

You’re only a little tiny scrap

Yes you can look

Can you read me like a book?

You’re purring, that’s a good sign

It’s a cruel world out there too

Today it’s just me and you

Everyone jostling, fighting

The streets, the metros, the undergrounds too

We used to feel safe there but not any more

Do the others feel safe?

Not sure as we do not ask

The jeer at us

The spit at us

They look down on us

When we are just like them

Human beings that’s it pure and simple

They’ll look at us with our animals

And think

But never say

“How cruel to keep any animal”

But we treasure our pets, we are never cruel

Are yours treasured and are yours treated well?

Please never judge us, as we never judge you!

Do you see the love in our eyes?

These eyes that at times we disguise

We’ve walked through these streets in history

History, history

Yet there has never been anyone to tell it

Ignored most of the time

Beggars and thieves

Is what they have called us!

And they still do not understanding

Our very own history

There has been an animal with us for centuries

But yet we have fed and kept them warm

Yes money well spent on them!

Not just the drugs and booze

Like some of them, not helping themselves

Most of us are trying, trying very hard

To find a home once again, with our pets

To be with our families once again

And here is a history

They do not want to know us!

Disowned us

Heart breaking, heart wrenching

But this is the way of the world

Or so I am told

So now that I have said my piece

I’ll let you say yours

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

17^th September 2017

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WHEN THERE IS NOTHING TO DO (New poem)

WHEN THERE IS NOTHING TO DO

But surely there is!

I’m not back tracking with my journal

Just taking a glance at what has been happening

I know, the past is the past

Let it go and go with the flow

Like the stream before me

The past needs a re-write

A measure of putting things right

A measure of apologising

Where there was so much wrong-doing

Where there was too much assuming, presuming

You walked out!  You shouted

This woman changed, you hated it!

But this is where it shall finally end

 No more pretending to be what others want me to be!

I shall always speak my piece

And be at peace

You may say this seems harsh

But there is no more hushing

No more walking on eggshells

I’m no longer that kind of girl

That world does me no usages, uses

Oh those cowboys and their kisses

Oh girl loads of mistakes and forgiveness

Pieces, pieces tattered and torn

Dreams shattered, love taken for granted

So here I am sat, saddened

Not just a little girl, but a woman

A huge amount of confidence sunk like a ship

Being tossed from side to side

Tears drowning me

Oh boy how you wore your disguise

But I found you out in the pages of this journal

Two timer with your ex-girlfriend

But that was then and this is now!

Time to turn the pages

Time to re-write the good times ahead

So as this day draws to an end

The summer almost gone

But not quite forgotten

I shall remember these days of reflection

The times on this river bank

And really look that nothing really sank

It is still floating with hope and faith

For much better days ahead

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

29^th August 2017

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JUST BEING ALONE (taken from the book of poems (Little Book of Angelic Poems)

JUST BEING ALONE

It is such a wondrous feeling

This entire wide expanse

The oceans, the seas

Oh such a feeling to be free

Cooped up, shut up

No more a prisoner of their emotions

Their actions

Their blackmails

An end of an era

An end of an eon

Oh this is the best to be alone

But not alone

You are here, you are there

You are everywhere

You’re by my side

And here in my heart where you reside

Watching, guarding, protecting

I hear your gentle whisper

Softly, gently

Telling me, showing me

“That all is well”

“The path is clear my dear”

My quiet, silent Angel

With all your unconditional love

How blessed, lucky that makes me feel

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

7^th December 2013

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LOOKING FORWARD TO THE BRIGHTER DAYS

LOOKING FORWARD

TO THE BRIGHTER

DAYS

The days of heaven sent

The days of sunshine

With no regrets

Leave the dark, dark

Clouds way behind

Let the inner spirit soar

Way beyond

The clouds and skies

So like the Eagle flies

Let the past be gone

It’s gone

But not forgotten

There is nothing can be done

Except to move on

And upwards bound

To all life’s sounds

The searching

Seeking, observing the truths

And knowledge’s

The Earth astounds

Abounds

With all the

Sounds and visions

Mysteries

Mystical, spiritual, beauties

Our Mother Earth

Holds dear

With no fear

Let this be the day

Of sunshine

With no rain

Like the tear drops

Falling

From the years gone by

Let this be the day

The day of all days

Happy

Carefree

As all

Should be

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

5^th may 2012

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STICK THEM UP (Friday Fun Poem)

STICK THEM UP

Stick them up

Oh give it a break

For goodness sake

You always want to fight

It is not right

You are bully at times

And frighten me at times

I may be scrawny

But I sure aren’t weak

But by heck

You’re going to get it

Oh by the way its

Sunday

No fighting day

Just a rest day

Fun day

Cos mum is watching

And look out if she sees

You with those fists

Stuck up!

What is your problem?

Brother?

You are always such a bother

Just go and leave me alone

And pick on someone else

Or better still don’t!

That causes more trouble

And that isn’t worth it

Right now

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

20^th May 2012

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THE SOFTEST OF SOUNDS (taken from the Heart Music Album)

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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LOVE IS A TUNE (taken from the Heart Music Album)

LOVE IS A TUNE

So melodic and tuneful

The sweet pleasant-sounding of your voice

That whispers such lyrics within these ears

The enjoyable moments that is spent with you

A duet so soothing, calming

Peaceful, quieting, appeasing

A tune and lyrics

Full of passion and fire

That is so desired

Desirable, irresistible

Tantalizingly seductive

With every touch

That I feel

So compelling strong that nothing can

Reach this fever pitch

The lyrics so uncontrollable

Uncontrollable

Love is a tune so melodically

Beautiful

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

5^th August 2013

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I LOVED THE TIME SPENT WITH YOU (new poem)

I LOVED THE TIME SPENT WITH YOU

This summer has flown by

I can feel a nip in the air

We had not a care

We just looked at each other as if to say

“Do we dare?”

“Shall we dare?”

Oh heck, what the heck

We did just that

We smooched in public

We kissed, oh those kisses

The sun shining down on us

Oh the rush

Our blood pulsating

Our hearts pulsating 

Our pulses pulsating 

And here is the question!

Where has the time flown?

We are still lovers

Best of friends

Yet I am here and you are not

No, this is not a love gone wrong!

Far, far from it

You are once again on your tour of duty

In some far flung country

You cannot say where

And I fully understand

Your duty to our country is beyond outstanding

I am so proud of you

Yours and mine

Two families supporting, being supportive

The moon and the stars are ours

We can look to heavens and find our own special star

The moon rises and falls in our own places

You wherever you are

I’m sat here in this sunny spot

Watching and waiting for the signs

This way we never feel so apart

The times spent apart feels as if my heart is wrenching 

Even though I try to stay strong

But I know I won’t be too long

You sail across those oceans

From those far distant places

Then I’ll know that you’ll be back safe and sound

Till possibly a next time

But who knows right now

Each day is spent so specially, special

Never planning any plans

Moments are treasured not measured

Yes each and every day that you are away

Days seemed to drag by

Even though I try to fill them meaninglessly

Picking flowers, drying flowers as mementoes

Of what you have missed

The days seem to pass

Only four more sleeping nights

And that is it and then you are home

Home to these loving arms

Arms that have missed holding you

Arms that have missed being entwined with you

See you soon my love!

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

7^th August 2017

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