Samantha Beardon's Blog, page 112
January 9, 2016
Give me a window on your life
Take me to another land
I put myself in your hands
Describe things I might never see
Make it all alive for me
Teach me facts I did not know
Make me wiser when I go
Share your humour, joy and drive
Helps to make us more alive
Close my eyes and you are here
During moments that we share
Help make my imagination soar
Well my friend, who could ask for more?
Sharing
Peeking through, my tousled hair
Looking through eyes, needing to stare
Enjoying the view and able to share
With a sensitive man, so kind so rare.
Gathering confidence, feeling right
A friendship, full of laughter, sunlight
Watching the actions, I longed to see
Making me feel sexy, a totally new we.
Your warm breath, tickling my naked neck
Or you teasing me, what the heck
Feelings experienced, no need to check
With you as my friend, a memorable effect.
January 8, 2016
The happiness rhyme
Happiness is a funny thing
The strangest things can make us zing
A smile an act
The use of tact
A meeting of minds
The sharing of lines
A hand held out
A teasing bout
A care thats shared
A friend thats cared
Natures beauty
Doing ones duty
Working out
A sexy bout
Its hard to define the happiness rhyme
It changes with the day and time
its certain that good friends will play
A part in happiness every day !
January 7, 2016
AFTER THE PARTY
Party Aftermath
The party was good, full of liquor and food
The humour was fine, the company divine
I had a wail of a time
But now such a crime
I have a pain in my head
Feel better, laying in my bed
Its just so unfair
Like a failed love affair
I am tired and cross
And feel at a loss
But tomorrow will dawn
I will feel reborn
I am glad I indulged
No excess, will be divulged
It was a great day just had to pay!!!
Memories
Powdered seashells, sprinkled sure
A fisherman, casts the lure
Sparkling, reflecting, peaks of light
Emphasising, shimmering delight
Thoughts still crash, though body relaxed
Charismatic,strangers, sometimes attract
Promising breezes, whisper by
Watching clouds, float in the sky
Closing my eyes, imagining you here
Holding you close, holding you dear
Sunbeams, radiate your warmth,
Fuelling memories now, the source
Lapping waves, caress my feet
Arousing sensations, kind of sweet
A Smartphone, firmly in my hand
Toes wiggling, in warm smooth sand
Natures beauty, sensations alive,
Real and fantasy, feelings derive.
January 6, 2016
Need for self
You, me, we all, each and everyone of us woke up everyday brush up eat and work and sleep and prepare our self for the next day to fight another round of the bout. Let me ask you a simple question why do you work?
Probably you would say what kind of a question is that and for that very moment you don’t have an answer later on it clicks to you, “To survive”
Well don’t to think our generation have reached beyond that.
Economic says, “to satisfy our need”. True!
We all have needs, both physical and emotional. And we all need to consistently fulfill those needs. Just as you never eat enough to last you forever, you never love enough to last you forever, or do something important enough to last you forever. Needs — whether it’s food, love or meaning — must be replenished regularly.
And most…
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Taster Book 2 in the Converging Lives Series
Book 2 in the Converging Lives series.
Title unknown!
Chapter Eve.
I have a bracelet, left on my wrist, by a man called Simon. I met him on a blind date in a restaurant for lunch, he went outside to take a phone call and never came back. I would have come to the conclusion, that he did not fancy me and was just bailing out, if he had not gone without his bracelet.
I know his name, that he comes from Scotland, and that is just about the sum total of my knowledge. It is an expensive piece and I am really concerned, I do not know what to do with it, or how to contact Simon. I know I landed up paying for lunch but the bracelet would buy many lunches!
I am staying with my friend Carol; I have been here since the breakdown of my marriage and have discussed the issue with her. We discarded the option of notifying the police, for the moment and I decided to turn detective to try and track him down.
My problem is a lack of information about him; I met him on a word game called Word Crozzle played on the internet, his game name was Night Rider and he said his name was Simon. I played with him for several weeks and we chatted as we played. We exchanged general and personal information; I know he is married to a sick wife and has a grown family. He works as a builder and haulage contractor and although he has not said so directly, I think he owns the company. We had started talking on Beat Messenger, an android application, where it is easier to chat and exchange pictures. He had not shared a picture of his face other than a small thumbnail. Beside this thumbnail, was the name Simon Jenkins. When I mentioned his surname, he seemed put out that I knew it, although he realised that it was there in plain view.
So far, I have tried all the obvious routes to track him down, Linked In, Facebook and I have Googled building firms in Glasgow and within a 50 mile radius, searching for company directors with the same name. So far, I have drawn a blank. He has disappeared, his Crozzle game has lapsed, my Beat messages have been sent but not picked up and I am holding a beautiful rose gold antique bracelet. I am concerned about holding it, so I have placed it in a friend’s safe until I can return it to its owner. Ever since meeting him, I have been uneasy, on edge , on several occasions, I have had the feeling that I am being followed, but when I look around, I see nothing unusual. Maybe it is because the whole incident has me unsettled.
I have an evening at home; Carol is out with a new Internet date. She is excited and thinks he seems like the perfect man, at least on paper! They seem to have common interests, a good rapport when texting each other, she seems to be laughing a lot. I will be interested in her verdict, when she gets home. I hope he is the one, her perfect partner, but from past experience, I doubt it will be so. Funny things can turn her off her potential soul mates, mannerisms, speech patterns and even the wrong after shave, so the debrief after a new date is always entertaining.
I am sitting at my computer with a list of ideas beside me. I try a site called Company’s House, to see if I can find Simon Jenkins. I have two choices; search by Company name or Officers name. As I do not know the company, I try officer’s name and type in Simon Jenkins; three results, but none that fits my man. Dead end. I make a comment on my list and move on to the next item. Builders in the Glasgow area, this may not be an easy one, but I need to explore every avenue. So I type ‘Builders near Glasgow’ into the search engine. This brings me very few named builders but many sites with recommendations about building companies. I try three of these, and plough through them hoping to find a company named after Simon. Hunched over my computer I sigh, feel like screaming, I am getting exactly nowhere. Most of the building companies have generic names, like ABC builders; this does not give a clue to the owner’s identity. Having spent two hours in fruitless search, I get up, stretch, rub my back and walk down to the kitchen. I feel despondent; I am really wound up about holding an expensive bracelet belonging to the invisible man. I walk to the fridge, take out a bottle of cold Vouvray, and pour myself a large glass, my eyes are aching and I need some rest and relaxation.
I sit in the lounge and ponder – maybe I could search the Electoral role or Companies Registrar, for names and addresses. I have such a bad feeling about this bracelet. It feels like a curse.
January 5, 2016
HAPPINESS
Happiness is a funny thing
The strangest things can make us zing
A smile an act
The use of tact
A meeting of minds
The sharing of lines
A hand held out
A teasing bout
A care thats shared
A friend thats cared
Natures beauty
Doing ones duty
Its hard to define the happiness rhyme
It changes with the day and time
its certain that good friends will play
A part in happiness every day.
Room with a view
The room with the view
Has a problem or two
Its up five flights of stairs
There aren’t any chairs
When you get to the top
You feel that you’ll drop
You are so red in the face
Breathless with the pace
You have to lie down
Now comes a frown
Cause the room with the view
Its only a loo!
Keeping passion alive
Tender moments alone together
Making memories that we treasure
Everlasting love in our minds
Using the irritations, to redraw the lines
For the future looks bright
Making life work together
Life’s storms, help strengthen and weather
Remembering the times we’ve shared
Wanting each to grow, to be, we’ve cared
Negative moments the rarest of all
Excitement grows at the dawn of each day
A new page, of life, to meld, to weigh
Spontaneous moments, ensure the future is secure
It’s not plain sailing, but together we mature
Touch so sweet, tenderness, excitement meet.
Keeping the passion alive.
