IT'S SO PEACEFUL HERE (New Poem)

IT’S SO PEACEFUL HERE

The solitude

Without the loneliness

But it has been shattered

With an earth screeching noise

This wondrous home

My spiritual home

A place that matters to me

My tears are falling

My heart soaring

A tempest is roaring

An earth shattering moaning 

This space yet again invaded

I just do not know what to do

My family and friends concerned

There is my security

But that has been invaded

This sanctuary

My refuge

My haven

My heavenly shelter

Feels like it has been stolen

At this very moment I cannot take anymore

Each and every time a part of me screams within

Each night I pray for protection

To be immune from this madness

This is causing me great sadness

But what can I do?

But ask that whoever it is be caught

Right now, this day

So that I can be at ease

And not carry this disease

My feelings towards you are not hate

They are just feelings of sorrow for you

Just ponder this thought!

You are not a winner but a loser

You’ll lose out in the end

Yes my friend in the end

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

1^st July 2017

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SOARING SPIRITS

SOARING SPIRITS

My spirits soaring

Floating away

Way above the clouds

With the Eagle spirit within my soul

Surrounding me

Feeling the wind blowing

From their wings

Arresting

Capturing

Catching

Confining

Me within their wings

The most beautifying

Sensuously

Arousing

Feeling

A feeling never to end

Eagle Spirit

Soaring so high

A majestic, graceful

Figure in flight

Free from this Earths fools

And their tools

To capture your spirit

You are no body’s fool

You are free, free

I can feel that freedom

Soaring

Rising

Lifting

Elevating

Within this soul

Oh such freedom

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

3^rd May 2012

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SUCKING THE LIFE

SUCKING THE LIFE

Sitting awhile

Quietly, peacefully

The sea rippling

The waves so calm

But beneath there is a rippling

Flowing heaving

Curling, swirling,

Riptide pulling

Sucking everything in its path

Way down deep, deep

In the depths of the oceans be

Wherever it goes it flows beneath

A rotten stagnant life full of woes

Where nothing can be real

But life is real

It tosses, turns and churns

Our lives upside down

Like a riptide way deep inside

The fear, the anguish

The panic, the pain

A love tossed aside

Way deep inside

Whilst I sit here I am letting it go

Flow, flow with the riptide

But this riptide I am in control

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

23^rd June 2014

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ROAMING THE SNOWY TERRAINS (extract from Living Under The Same Sky

ROAMING THE SNOWY TERRAINS

The land so bare

Covered in the white hue

Nothing to eat

Animals hibernating

Except for the ones

Who dare to expose

For the food that is so scarce

Extract taken from the book of wolves poetry

(c) Living Under The Same Sky

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DUSTY OLD HAT (New Poem)

DUSTY OLD HAT

This is what it is like

The violin dusty and rusty

Is it time to play a new song?

Not the ones from long ago

The up to date

Are you ready and willing to take that chance?

And not take that long, long glance

You sit here before me

You sat here before me

We did nothing about it

Just meandered

With our silent thoughts and feelings

No screeching

No harmonious playing a wondrous song

But what now do you expect from me?

I cannot do the same ole thing

It has gone, done and dusted

But here we sit and look

Both violin and hat so decrepit

Do we dust the off

Clean them both off

Strike up the new chords

Melodious

Oh how I need the euphonious

Can you, could you mellow?

Like I have done so

Aged though we are

My dusty hat and violin

Are so tuneful

It’s an immeasurable love

Immersable love

A drowning love

There is no going backwards

This love will always go forwards

Can you be ready to dust off that hat?

Can you be ready to tweak your violin?

Both of mine are ready and willing

Are you all right with doing this

Cos I’m ready

Ready to swing

Ready to sing

Cos it’ll do for me 

Are you ready to leave that town?

That ole swinging town

Where swingers are no longer swinging

The base so, so low

The piano has lost its tune

Cos it no longer suits my mode

The singer lost his voice

You and I have a choice

This fool is in love once again

A fool in love with you

Oh why can you not see it!

Oh boy dust off those blues

And come and join this happy band

Everything is here

For your lady love

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

26^th June 2017

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