Samantha Beardon's Blog, page 103
February 20, 2016
First meeting
Feeling my cheeks blush
Swamped by this crush
Meeting you for a date
Nervous and excited at fate
My heart is hammering
Emotions enamoring
I have imagined this event
All my dreams it represents
We have been friends for so long
A far away bond has been strong
Feeling sick but delighted
Over awed but excited
Burning at your touch
Skin has a flush
Anxiety superfluous
Eyes longing lustful
Can’t move a muscle
Locked in your arms
Open to your charms
Ready to enact our fantasies.


Just loved this picture really made me smile.
February 19, 2016
The English language…attributation unknown.
Homographs are words of like spelling but with more than one meaning. A homograph that is also pronounced differently is a heteronym.
You think English is easy? I think a retired English teacher was bored… THIS IS GREAT!
Read all the way to the end ….. it took a lot of work to put this together!
1) The bandage was wound around the wound.
2) The farm was used to produce produce.
3) The dump was so full that it had to refuse more refuse.
4) We must polish the Polish furniture..
5) He could lead if he would get the lead out.
6) The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert.
7) Since there is no time like the present, he thought it was time to present the present.
8) A bass was painted on the head of the bass drum.
9) When shot at, the dove dove into the bushes.
10) I did not object to the object.
11) The insurance was invalid for the invalid.
12) There was a row among the oarsmen about how to row.
13) They were too close to the door to close it.
14) The buck does funny things when the does are present.
15) A seamstress and a sewer fell down into a sewer line.
16) To help with planting, the farmer taught his sow to sow.
17) The wind was too strong to wind the sail.
18) Upon seeing the tear in the painting I shed a tear.
19) I had to subject the subject to a series of tests.
20) How can I intimate this to my most intimate friend?
Let’s face it – English is a crazy language. There is no egg in eggplant, nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple. English muffins weren’t invented in England or French fries in France. Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which aren’t sweet, are animal organs. We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
And why is it that writers write but fingers don’t fing, grocers don’t groce and hammers don’t ham? If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn’t the plural of booth, beeth? One goose, 2 geese. So one moose, 2 meese? One index, 2 indices? Doesn’t it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend? If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?
If teachers taught, why didn’t preachers praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat? Sometimes I think all the English speakers should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane. In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital? Ship by truck and send cargo by ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell? How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites? You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out, and in which an alarm goes off by going on.
English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects the creativity of the human race, which, of course, is not a race at all. That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are invisible.
PS – Why doesn’t ‘Buick’ rhyme with ‘quick’?
You lovers of the English language might enjoy this.


Other passions..
Other Passions
Possess the soul
Other creations, to fashion
The need to strive, to be a whole
Life is not about rations
To be self fullfilled one needs the control
To express personality without dispassion
Maybe it means, dancing round the maypole
Or anything else that causes satisfaction
Get creative, let your imagination stroll
Fill your soul with creative light, make the most of your passions.
Silk painting is one of my other passions.


February 18, 2016
pictures in my mind. Adult content.
pictures filling my mind
Are of bodies meeting
The bump and the grind
Of comfortable seating
With you buried deep
Hot wet and steamy
A quivering heap
Of pleasure so dreamy
I am under a spell
With sharp waves of pleasure
Its almost hell
As my pulsating treasure
Gives off those waves
Your manhood fills me
Piercing like staves
Taking me higher
Needing to scream
Binding me eager
Holding my dream
Moving much faster
We are flying high
Contracting my master
Touching the sky


February 17, 2016
Ode to writing and promoting ones novel
Putting the words on the paper
That was an easy caper
The flow of ideas
The protagoniststs fears
The plot that was not
The plan that was shot
The breaking of rules
Maybe created by fools
That was an easy caper
The novel soon grew
In chapters woo hoo
I wrote as I spoke
Great bursts sent to choke
Punctuation and grammar
Went under the hammer
My characters changed
Took liberties unarranged
That was an easy caper
A book near complete
Wow what a feat
Joy unabated
Editing complicated
Frowns replaced smiles
Changes by the miles
I changed that last week
How come, oh bleep
That was a harder caper
Cutting and editing twenty times
Face now covered in big frown lines
Cover designed
Smiles realigned
Put it together
Loosen the tether
Off to be printed
Proof newly minted
That was a joyous caper
I had put the words on paper
In all a difficult caper
Now to relax
Till fates circumstance
Showed me the promotional forargo
If I wanted to shift the cargo
I needed to add some glitter
Use resources like Facebook and Twitter
This was a learning caper
Now my days spent tweeting
In between comfort eating
I write religiously on my blog
It’s become a full time job
My sales are hardly booming
It’s really quite confusing
Where do I find the time to write
I have to sleep some time at night
This is a time consuming caper
I am learning much
Wish I had a big crutch
More hours in the day
To write and make hay
Putting the words on paper
That was the easy caper
As for the rest
It’s like swotting for a test
Masses of work
That you can’t shirk
A sale makes a smirk
Could send one berserk
Not such an easy caper.


Love life
February 16, 2016
Imagine
Painting emotions
Shivering colours of exotic hue
Weave there way, round me and you
Honey brown eyes, glint and laugh
Glorious white teeth as you laugh
Vermillion lips, trace an autograph
Grey eyes sparkling glinting blue
Intertwined hair, blonde and bamboo
Pink pointed tongues, leave silvery trails
Dappled skin, pink tinged amazes
Aura radiating colours of flames
Our movements fan and rearrange
Silver stars pop in our minds
Pink green and gold just emphasise
The palette of colour that we create
Changes each time we concentrate
Swirl the brush in a different direction
Colours change with our affection
Shivering colours of exotic hues
Paint a picture of me and you.


What sparked the idea for Converging lives.
I starting playing a well known word game on line two years ago because I love word games. I soon had a number of games on the go I think 12, three were with friends and the remainder random games generated by the server. I soon found that some people were happy to chat in the text box and some just played without speaking.
It’s always been my habit to open with a hello my name is …… and enjoy the game. If there is a reply the conversation might continue or if no reply then I just play. Often the people who don’t reply just play the one game and move on but I have been playing two people for over a year we have never spoken I do not know their names or gender but we play good games and that is what it is all about.
I played happily for several weeks and heard complaints from some women about predatory males, inappropriate sexual overtures, some women had removed their thumbnail pictures because they were being hit upon. I thought blissfully that because I was more mature that I was unlikely to be hit upon and had the idea reinforced by the fact that some random players resigned as soon as they saw my name and thumbnail. So the first thumbnail in a random game of erect male genitalia was somewhat of a surprise. I found it annoying, in that it felt like a disrespectful thing to do so I resigned that game. Then came the game with the opener “I am horny ” on balance I wasn’t interested so I resigned that game. To be fair it is not only men hitting on women, in my chats to some of the players who became my friends, I have heard of women also chatting up and initiating sexual chat.
Now at the start of this process I was pretty naive about what was happening on the Internet and was unused to texting and the terminology. I was playing with a young man probably 20 years younger than me it was a tight game. We had a brief conversation about our interests when he suddenly typed “mm mm you are such a MILF. ” I hadn’t the remotest idea what a MILF was so I had to Google it. When I had finished falling about laughing, what a crazy idea, I replied “I am far too old for you to even be thinking that.” He assured me I wasn’t, suggested what fun I could have with a young stud and what fun he could have with an experienced woman. He wanted a meet for live sex, I panicked and resigned the game.
This and a few other encounters sparked my curiosity about exactly what was happening behind the scenes in this game. I started talking to people to find their experiences and found the women who had been seduced into cybersex and Skype sex who had inevitably fallen in love and been hurt, when their love was not reciprocated. The men who were spicing up a life ,where sex with real life partners was scare, but they didn’t want a real time messy affair, but needed a sexual outlet. The people who enjoyd the chase. The people who felt they were providing a service helping people climax and sharing that intimacy with them.
A world I had no idea existed. So this sparked the idea for Converging Lives and the novel was born.

