Saturday, 7 January 2017


You do not know what it is like
Don’t criticize circle of friends and family
We are just like you
Humble, simple
We love, we hate
We loathe, we love
We get jealous, fractious
Yes fractious of your lives
So never judge us like you judge us
We are just like you
On word comes to mind
We all live it, breathe it
Day in, day out
Night and day
Oh yeah
So how much can you take it?
You know our fake, fake lives
We shuffle through life
We carry the burdens through life
Never knowing where to turn
They turn over and over
Turmoil turmoiling
We have had broken hearts
That has torn us apart!
Has the same happened to you?
Through and through
Did you grow, grow through it?
Make you stronger for longer
It did us!
Do you see us criticize you?
Wear those hoodies
I love my hoody
It is comfy, cozy
It keeps me warm
Still criticizing?
Head bent, eyes hidden
Not mine!
I love people watching
Watching, never judging
Just watching you all
I have a giggle and a little snigger
Oh how I just sit and watch
My hands holding my face
I get stunned and shocked
At the things I see and hear
Too much for my ears at times
Yes I shut them off
And my eyes to
I never wrote a book on life
Too complicated
We come, we go
We love, we hate
We berate
I watch those people tramping the streets
To their own city beat
Do we judge?
Do we nudge?
Do we stare, do we ignore?
Or do we feel sorry, pity for them?
Or just walk past their past
Their lives, their heartaches
Oh boy oh boy
That is heartache, heartbreak
So guys and gals
Never, ever
Criticize any one’s life

© Teresa Joseph Franklin
7th January 2017

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Friday, 6 January 2017


Through this life
Never thinking of the moment
But living in the moment
The day is here
I’m hoping that it will bring some cheer
Flitting here and there
Without a care
Skipping over the negative
Skipping for joy
Oh boy
The dawn just breaking
What are we forsaking?
Not a cloud in the sky
The rain clouds have passed me by
Way up there in the lofty skies
The sun yet to shine
Then it’ll be yours and mine
The frosty ground
Has me a leap frogging
Over the whimsy bare dandelion
Its fragility, its delicacy
Standing so tall and strong
Oh this is a wondrous feat
My wings scattering the few seeds
Seeds that will grow in the coming months
Oh I know! Those pesky dandelions
The bane of your lives
But they will always survive
No matter what you try to do
They will always shine through
Glittering, shimmering
In the day break
I flit here and there
Backwards, forwards
Hopping and flitting
Jumping and flying
Spreading my wings
Spreading those seeds
Seeds of newness
Like the newborn day
Hooray, hooray
Leaping like a frog
From one lily to another
Oh such joy
Oh girl, oh boy
Oh such joy to everyone
On this newborn day
Singing on this newborn day
The new seasons are coming
Day by day
The days become lighter
On each and every newborn day
© Teresa Joseph Franklin
6th January 2017

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Monday, 2 January 2017

BEYOND (New Poem)

Beyond our comfy cozy World
There is a slaying, beheading
Is there anyone praying?
Beyond our comfy, cozy World
There are the damnations
There are destructions
Where once there were creations
Beyond our comfy, cozy World
There are criticisms, discriminations
Black on white
White on black
Religions against religions
Are we bothered, do not care of
The recriminations
Is there anyone praying?
Beyond our comfy, cozy World
What do you see?
What can you see?
Have you your blinkers on?
Your eyes closed?
Don’t give a damn!
You’d prefer your jam!
Sugar and spice and all things nice
Beyond our comfy, cozy World
The destruction of the forestations
The reasons are very clear
That packaging
The furniture we sit on
Lay on
The palm oil
The soya we drink and eat
The animals of the wild
Hunted, skinned, de-horned
All in our comfy, cozy World
This once expansive world is shrinking
Shrinking for man’s sake
Beyond our comfy, cozy World
Children are dying, crying
Children profited for slavery
Children profited for marriages
Is anyone praying?
Within our comfy, cozy World
There are children living in poverty
Damn this is the 21st Century!
Families living the same way!
Tossed out of their homes
Nowhere to go
Children put into homes
Separated, segregated
Like war torn refugees
Screaming, seething
That this was not all their fault
So are our ladders up?
We are the tops?
At those lofty tops
Minding our own businesses
Blowing those air kisses
Is there anyone praying?
Just saying!
Cos my comfy, cozy World
Sure isn’t and won’t be
Maybe this lady is a dreamer
But she sure is a believer
She is a realist, not a communist
She’ll defend what is right
She’ll stand up for the wrongs
With all my might!
With humanity, humbly
With humility
The man on the streets
Tramping the streets
The woman on the streets
Tramping the streets
The children on the streets
Tramping the streets
The animals on the streets
Tramping the streets
Grasping, grabbing for something to eat
Begging, borrowing, stealing for that crust to eat
They’ll lie with their deceit
They’ll try to bring you down
And never have a frown
They are the ones wearing the crown
So beyond our comfy, cozy World
There is not always evil
There is goodness, good hearts and souls
© Teresa Joseph Franklin
2nd January 2017

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