Samantha Beardon's Blog, page 26
February 12, 2018
Padlocked love
Padlocked Love
So many padlocks
Locked with love
Each locked compartment
Bursting at the seams
Once upon a time
the symbol of fidelity
Lovers clipped them to a rail
Threw away the key
Thousands of padlocks
Sitting in a row
A sign of relationships
Waiting time to grow
Years pass by and the
world begins to tarnish
Locked to the rail
With no hint of varnish
Could we view those couples
Starting off brand new
Ten years on how many
Are still true
Are they welded close
Like the padlock on the rail
Or split assunder the lock
All atrail?
© Samantha Beardon
February 10, 2018
Ravening beast?
What is love is it a ravening beast
Is it mainly lust on a body to feast
Does that longing and awe
Have to gnaw at the soul
Does it titilate the senses
Make us insane
What is love is it a ravening beast
Is it joy exquisite and misery ceased
Where is the balance between
The want and the need
The caring and sharing
On which it must feed
When is love just tender and pure
Not just longings we have to endure
Its tendrils are there to be nutured
To grow
In the early days of love lust
We know not what we sew
Maybe we learn from loves early mistakes
It’s important to survive those early heart breaks
To tame the heart of the ravening beast
To find eternal happiness
Is a goal we may never reach
Love is
Love is the joy,
Love is the motivator,
Love is the buzz,
Love is the decoy,
Love is the lance
stabbing the unwary,
Love is a dance,
Love can be bitter,
Love can be sweet,
Love can destroy,
Love can be a laser
cauterising the heart,
Love can be pain
tearing worlds apart,
Love can be bitter,
Love can be sweet,
Love can be dark
twisted with blight,
Love can be bright
radiating light,
Love is an emotion
hard to define,
Comes in many guises,
Wilt thou be mine,
Love is the bell weather,
Love the holy grail,
If its missing we think we failed.
© Samantha Beardon
February 9, 2018
Connection
Connection
You walk beside me
Even though we are worlds apart
Connection
I have the pictures of you
Mind generated
Plus photographs sent over the ether
I have the pictures of you
Sharing with you
You are at the other end of my phone
Communication may be indirect but still
Sharing with you
Connection
Never feeling truly alone
An illusion that gives me strength
Connection
© Samantha Beardon
February 8, 2018
Two cafe poems
Beneath my feet is a floor made of stone bricks,
squeaky sounds heard
while I walk towards the counter
The baristas standing in front of me
smiling and welcoming me passionately
the list of drinks is displayed on the wall
behind the bar
ranging from Cappuccino to Frappuccino
teas to juices
there is a board advertising smoothies and soup
a range of cakes and pastries are stacked
on glass shelves by the till
this area long and narrow
with tables along the outside wall
it makes the foyer area difficult to
negotiate the loading of trays and moving
through to the cafe
delicious smell of coffee
the sounds of laughter and chatter
the cafe proper large rectangular
bare bricks walls painted white
high ceilings industrial
a mine field of obstacles, bags, pushchairs
to trip the unwary
………………
It’s all a balancing act
carrying tray and handbag
dangling like an offensive weapon
through a crowded cafe
full mostly of female customers
the highchair with the tow headed toddler
impeding the space needed to move forward
bags, arms and even a dog
make reversing difficult
bright sunlight making me squint
illuminating stark white walls
a myriad of hair colours
and the universal winter drab wardrobe
the small wooden tables for two
hold items for a lunchtime snack
large cups of coffee and toasted sandwiches
my stomach rumbles as the aroma hits me
Pots of tea and toasted tea cakes
dotted with globes of golden butter
I move backwards to a junction
then plough forward again
towards the beacon of the sunlight
table next to the picture window
As I murmer excuse me, sorry like a mantra
February 4, 2018
What do I see?
Look into the mirror what do I see
Do I see, the outer shell that masquerades as me
Look a little closer, stare into my eyes
Can I see an inner glow, flickering, burning, a surprise
Ah maybe that is my inner light
The me stripped of pretences, burning ever bright
Look more closely at others, past the different facades
Can I find the inner light behind their masquerades
Will I find a different person hiding there inside
Away from the projected face, with filters all applied
Society encourages conformity, that maybe makes us blind
Who is lurking underneath, waiting for us to find?
January 27, 2018
Dreams
What are the dangers of dreams
Infernal fantastic tortuous schemes
The paths that lead to danger
Leading us to falling in love with a stranger
Life set, priorities to be met
Plans in place, moving apace, direction set
Train moving, tracks straight, becoming truly stulifying
All mapped, feeling trapped, not so surprising
Happiness comes and goes
Life has highs but many lows
Lows can breed dreams
What if – scenario scenes
Perfect life, perfect love just like in stories
That’s how life should be in all its glories
Life imperfect and love low key
Partners drifting apart, less connections beastly
Imperative – Need to find that perfect love
Daydreams sees it clear and corroborative
As the song says
you only live twice or so it seems
Once for yourself and once for your dreams
Sweet dreams, perfect dreams, dreams can deceive
Swinging so high, flying on the trapeze
Launching into space, Twisting in the air
Where to land, here, or way over there
Old path , new path just beware
Stop, think and compare
Each path has some danger
Dream path, love with a stranger
You only live twice or so it seems
Once for yourself and once for your dreams
January 25, 2018
Heart the metaphor
What is this about the heart
An illusion in love, used so much in art
Songs and sonnets, plays and books
Breaking hearts, heart sick
Love is a product of the mind
Involving emotions, hormones running blind
Attraction starts not from the heart
That’s really not the part
Maybe from a glance that stirs the senses
A touch,mutual interests, our own incentives
The feelings however caused, are a raging torrent
Estcasy can’t be abhorrent
It’s when those feelings wax then wane
That maybe things change refrain
If love goes sour
And walks out the door
Our heart will continue beating
It’s our mind that makes illusions sweeping
Our metaphor
When love walks out the door
Heart Breaking
January 22, 2018
Window view
Slatted view of falling snow
Concerns grow as flakes fall
Nature’s beauty on display
Feeding birds sway and stall
Samantha Beardon © 2018
