HELLO TWO LEGS (Critically acclaimed poem)

 

HELLO TWO LEGS (Critically acclaimed poem)

Oh sorry family and friends across the globe

I see that you are absorbed

In whatever you are doing

Authors, poets, screenwriters and the like

You’re glued to you devices

Oh such vices

Have you forgotten us?

I’m scratching at your two legs

Pegs

I see I am left to my own devices

Well!

Here goes and I can hear your woes

Already!

On my marks and here I go

Up the curtains, scratching at the silk

I hear your ilk

I hear your screeching

Pleading and beseeching

But I am not coming down!

I see your frown

Oh dear, oh dear

I can see your full blown fear!

Is that a tear?

Rolling, rolling down your cheek

Eeek

Now I know I am in serious trouble

There will be a loud rumble

A very loud one!

A rumble from under the stairs

Now who cares!

I’m all ears

Full on forward ears

I’m listening

My eyes are glistening

My tail is swishing

Oh here come the other two legs

You know who you are!

The one who has his legs covered up

Teehee how such bliss

Those pair of legs uncovered I so miss

He loathed me playing with his legs

Boring, boring person

I nipped and nibbled his hairy legs

Or pegs

That rumble is still making a noise

I’m wondering and pondering

It is not scaring me!

I am not really, really scared

They’ve done this to me before

Then shut the door

That rumble is not my tummy

Could do with some yummy

Feeling quite funny

Seeing the pair of them

Well they should play with me

Not on their settee

That rumble is still there

Well here I go

Quite slow

I know what that rumble is

Do you?

It is there way of getting me down

Now I frown

Cos that is not fair!

Now I stare

Shall I, or shan’t

Oh dratters

What does it matter!

It is my comfy, cosy place

I hide my face

That warm, warm tumble dryer

Now how do I say I’m sorry?

Or should I not bother

Catch you all later

And here is hoping that you’ll play with me instead

© Teresa Helen Joseph-Nelson

20^th March 2020

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THE DANCE (Award winning poem)

 

THE DANCE (Award winning poem)

And oh what a dance!

The sensations so sensual

Your body so close, up close

Our bodies almost entwined, intertwined

Teasing, caressing, embracing

The gentle stroking

Up and down my spine

Divine!

Arched in passion, oh what passion!

You lips just a breath away

Taking my breath away

The fire, the heat, the sizzling heat

Burning, yearning, desiring

Oh this crazy, crazy longing

For more and more

Amour’

© Teresa Helen Joseph-Nelson

10^th July 2013

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I THOUGHT I WAS A WARRIOR (critically acclaimed poem)

 

I THOUGHT I WAS A WARRIOR

No not the worrier kind

I cried out loud

Laughed out loud

And yet here I am knees bent

Arms crossed

I look into that distant, distant land

Tattered and torn

Looking forlorn

It wasn’t me!

Or was it?

Or was it you and I?

In a blink of an eye

I’ve lost my warrior

He lost the fight

He was my soul mate

We stood side by side

Warriors in arms

Lovers in arms 

He’s laid there to rest

With all the best

Covering the lands and seas

Where there was peace and harmony

Where there once were solid foundations

Now he and I are apart

Apart forever more

He remains in my heart

Never to depart

We have no more carefree days

As I walk through the walls

There is nothing, nothing

Just blankness, blankness

Like they have been whitewashed

You’ll always be with me

Emptiness, emptiness

Is blinding my vision

We spent hours just talking

Walking, walking

Along these near and distant places

Walking hand in hand

Giggling, laughing

Oh my love, oh my love

Now you are in a peaceful place

Leaving an uncertainty

Leaving me shield less, hopeless

You were my protector, my shield

Protecting me from those evil forces

Striving for the highest, tallest

Heights

Now that all is said and done

Here I sit feeling forlorn

But you my love above

Will never be forgotten

Forgotten from your forces, forces

Your army, your battalions

Your troops

They will continue to march on and on

They will never look the other way

They will stay

Forward marching

Forward distant drums are a calling

But for now I need to rest

Rest this restless spirit

I will catch them up

In the near distant future

Warrior, warrior for the peace

Peace for us and them

© Teresa Helen Joseph-Nelson

10^th March 2017

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