Monday, 18 September 2017

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
17th September 2017

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Monday, 28 August 2017

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
29th August 2017
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Friday, 18 August 2017

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
7th December 2013

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Wednesday, 16 August 2017

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
5th may 2012

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Sunday, 13 August 2017

With Effect I Am A Practicing Psychologist

With effect at the time of writing this blog, I am now a practicing Psychologist

You can email me at
heloenmoule@hotmail.co.uk or

tjfpoems@gmail.com



Thursday, 10 August 2017

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
20th 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
5th April 2013

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Wednesday, 9 August 2017

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
5th August 2013

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Monday, 7 August 2017

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
7th August 2017

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Saturday, 5 August 2017

SAIL AWAY (children's poem)



SAIL AWAY
Simply sail away so far away
To the seas far and wide
Oceans new and old
Simply sail away on a crest of a wave
Waving all your worries, trouble way behind
Simply sailing away with the moon lit night
Golden, simply a one-off
It is a guiding light shining so bright
Mystifying, magical, mythical
Alluring, hypnotising, enticing
Fair maidens from a mystical world
Watching, guarding your sailing away
The heavens adorned with rippling
Myriads of colours
Azure blue, oh what a wonderful hue
The moon lit night revealing the wondrous
Colours of the sea
Golden yellow, azure blue
And the emerald greens for all to be seen
The fair maidens sounding the sea shells
Oh such wondrous colours
Oh what a wondrous sight
Bringing much delight
To the weathered minds, bodies and souls
Of the sails men, sea men, of the tall ships sailing simply away
© Teresa Joseph Franklin
19th May 2013

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