SNUZZLES (funny poem)

SNUZZLES

I love you lots

Cos you mean lots

We are brother

And sister

We play around lots

Climbing up the curtains

And

Scratching lots

The two legs

Don’t like it a lot

But they are stuck with us now

They wanted two sweet kittens

To keep them company

Sit on their laps

On their bed

On their head

And shoulders

They keep us well fed

With a lovely warm bed

Right by the fireside

Cozy and warm

They like seeing us playing

And pretend fighting

But when we nuzzle like this

They go all coooeeeee

And silly softeeee

Saying silly things like

O aren’t they cute

Adorable

Delightful

And all that stuff

Little do they know!

That we love them so

As well

So let’s keep nuzzling

Just for the show

Oh by the way your nose is cold

© Teresa Helen Joseph-Nelson

24^th October 2014

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BUTTERFLY WINGS

BUTTER FLY WINGS

You are my butterfly

Spirit guide

Graceful, elegant, translucent

Radiating a lustrous

Colours of the rainbow

So divine so beautiful so loving

Guiding me through

My own personal transformations

The tiny chrysalis of darkness

Incubation, maturation

My wings stretching and groaning

An emergence as I come out of this cocoon

That has shielded, kept me safe and warm

Never wanting to wander, spread these wings

Fly as high as the sky

Kept myself on the high and dry

Firmly on the ground

Flitting from one thing to another never settling

Ever wandering

A butterfly scared to fly and say goodbye

You are my butterfly guide I love you so

Much more than you know

Here I see a beautiful world

Full of colours

Pinks, reds, blues, yellows

All the colours of the rainbow

Being the colours of choice

Blue the colour of the sky

Yellow the brightness of the sun

Heavenly divine

I feel your gentle breeze

Floating and flitting

Around my ears and hair

Showing me the light

The brightness of the sky above

A message to slow down and enjoy life

Right here right now

I sit in the stillness by the river

Listening watching for the signs

The visions that may come to mind

You’re with me

Here right now silence not one sound

The peace and tranquillity

This space is revealing

Just time to sit and be still

Breath and sigh let it float by

Way up to the sky

On the wings of an angel

Who has been sitting here by my side!

With total unconditional love and devotion

© Teresa Helen Joseph-Nelson

22^nd May 2012

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FLAMES A GLOWING

FLAMES A GLOWING

The flames a glowing

Ablaze

Sparks rising in the air

Flickering

Sparks a glow

Fire burning hot

Orange

Gold

Yellow

Like an inferno

Funeral pyre

Firestorm

Without the rage

Anger

Wrath

The flames so high

Burning with a desire

A memento

A remembrance

A tribute

A commemoration

To their once Alpha King

His spirit lives on

His soul

His essence

His life-force

The atmosphere that was brought to the pack

Compassion

Personality

His leadership

Control

Guidance

Governance

Assured his supremacy

Authority

Power

And domination

Over the pack

He is missed

Kith and kin

Brothers and sisters

Mourn their loss

But he will never be forgotten

They may howl and howl

But his world is elsewhere

His light will shine forever

Casting it out so that it can be seen

And never forgotten

His spirit lives on

With those of the pack

His family

© Teresa Helen Joseph-Nelson

27^th June 2012

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INQUISITIVE

INQUISITIVE

With an inquisitive mind

And an inquisitive nose

Everything is new

Fresh

With the mornings dew

Exploring

The territory

Discovering all is new

Travelling along with his nose to the ground

Sniffing, smelling, sensing

Those footsteps have trodden on this ground

Suspecting

It could be another just like them

But not of the pack that he belongs too

A stranger, a wanderer, a visitor

Just passing through

Seeking shelter

A place to rest for the night

Until the morning light

Your senses are honed

Sharpened, refined, perfected

For all sights and sounds

Even the smallest of creatures

Never passes you by

Curious

Of the fluttering of the butterfly

Resting

Reposing

On the daisy’s leaf

Eyes agog

Ears forward

Is it going to jump?

Or fly at you?

Watching and waiting

At the ready

Inquisitive

© Teresa Helen Joseph-Nelson

27^th June 2012

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