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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Taken from the book of poems

© Living Under The Same Sky

© Teresa Helen Joseph-Nelson

WAVE OF LOVE

WAVE OF LOVE

This love so pure

Willowy

Graceful

Elegant

Wispy

Light as the clouds in the sky

Floating

Poignant

Stirring

Tender

Emotional

Expressive

Rolling in

Rolling by

Like a tidal wave

Gushing

Rushing

Sweeping over the shore line

Waves so high

Surging

Plunging

Charging

Lovers

Embracing

Passionately

With the crest so high

So white

So pure

Nothing deterring

This love so pure

So strong

So powerful

So mighty

So formidable

So impressive

So light and effectual

© Teresa Helen Joseph-Nelson

17^th June 2012

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Taken from the book of poems

© Pure Essence Within

THE LONG, LONESOME ROAD

The Long, Lonesome Road

It’s been long and tough

Lonesome and rough

The trail so bleak

Lonely all by myself

Nothing but my faithful friend

The wide open spaces, the spanses

You could see for miles and miles

Some days blissfully peaceful

Other days resentful

The blistering heat

The freezing cold

The north winds do blow

So surely so

Desolated, isolated

That nothing grows

The rivers and streams flow

Wherever they need to go

Our heads tucked low

We have such a way to go

The saddle is hard, we are so tired

We need a break; a homestead is not far ahead

Our reflections reflecting upon the rivers head

Oh don’t we look a pair?

Shattered, matted, fatigued

Let’s get going my friend

© Teresa Helen Joseph-Nelson

6^th April 2013

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Taken from the book of poems

© Pure Essence Within

© Teresa Helen Joseph-Nelson