Samantha Beardon's Blog, page 28

A morsel of you

I reflect on what we might have  been

had things been different

life’s unforseen,twists and turns

following fates convuluted hand

I had a glimpse or  a dream

of a different future – built on sand

Would we have been greater in pairing

 or a disaster that fate has been kind in sparing

our paths met, then diverged, adding richness 

loneliness and sadness in the parting

leaving a layer of learning which must add growth

or is this but a hollow dream

What I am yet to become

will be due to singular striving

Happiness and fulfillment

 in this life needs work and dedication

I reflect on what is now

what might have been I disallow

Another world, another life, we might be bliss

Until then I gather life and fulfill my destiny

 unable to be blue living life to the full

only more so because I shared a morsel with you.

Cougar NOT Cougar

To be a cougar you have to know

what one is, although

maybe you don’t, it’s in the flow

to not be a cougar can lead to strife

Young men wanting you to try the life

propositioning older women,  seems rife

Are they wanting  the good that experience brings

or, just sex with no restricting  strings

they Offer themselves as a sex machine

think it must  the older woman’s dream

to be a cougar you must be on the prowl

if not a cougar

do we become prey, when the young buck howls?

Love songs and poems

Listening to the love songs

reading the poetry books

love should be out there

 can’t be overlooked

take my breath away

love at first sight

these are the prizes

if the authors are right

looked around the corners

 under the seats

in my life, that sort of love

seems to have me beat

take a deep breath, what do I smell

old socks , damp washing on the line

where are the  roses or jasmine 

romantic and fine

I think I have

had the sparks and the flashes

but not the full thunderstorm

or arel those songs and poems

so far from the norm

Is companionship and friendship

a more sustainable refrain

am I searching for unicorns

pots of gold, bubbles in champagne

I want to taste the sweetness 

of honey on my tongue

yes still I am searching

for a cliched romantic world of my own

Then I look up as a shadow drains the light

you walk into the house smiling

perhaps my shining knight

am I wasting my life on improbable profiling

Is my love with me

but my mind doesn’t see?

I am confused, who can help me?

Thrive

World expanding ,hovering somewhere near the sun

Reviewing hopes and fantasies, nearly come undone

Exponential, Epoch, Elevate and Energised

Willing, Wit, Wisdom try to be Wise

Fulfillment, Functioning, Feelings helps life flow

Growing, Gentle, Gratitude learning how to glow

Turning self belief into a better way to live

Changing my perspective learning how to thrive. 

Song of Strings

Song of the Strings

The skill, truly an art form

a sophistication

as the halls are filled

with musicians 

bows  drawn

to flow smoothly

against the strings

each section adds their voices

a swell of sound that 

climbs and resonates

notes and chords lead and twirl

as the musicians follow

the Maestro’s directions

to create total harmony

as they show pure heart

passion and joy

music to uplift, sooth or arouse the soul

will the world swoon in approbation

or will only some take time 

to listen and enjoy the sounds

made on instuments of wood and gut

© Aaron Cody Masters and Samantha Beardon 2017

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Fantasy and reality

Fantasy and reality side by side grow

boundaries blur where is the plateau?

starkness of words translated into pictures

 holes in the substance, filled in, no glitches

Subconscious embellishment start a glow

bad habits, never witnessed, don’t spoil the show

endearments uttered are stored in memories box

 intense and  important, they become a paradox

She needs her emotions stirred, to feel a connection

his drivers very different, need inspection

married to other’s, they met playing a game

chatting and sharing life in a cyber domain

She’s desperate for love, her happiness compromised 

she grabs  affection and excitement, it makes her blind

he looks for  flirtation, moves through lusts revolving door

 enjoys the immediate journey, never requiring more

Intimacy inevitably grows with the sharing

 Could be great, if their perspectives were pairing

she loves that he calls her by that special name

unaware he calls, all other girls the same

He is wrapped up and interested, its no ploy

but soon he will be bored and move  to another  toy

her one in a million man will gradually pull away

Leaving her devastated  and crying at close of day

Just to say

William Carlos Williams an imagist poet wrote with great brevity and wrote a poem in note form called Just to Say .

I have attempted a poem in the same style

I asked you and you said

No you didn’t want one

Have been dropping hints 

About the benefits

I know we haven’t had 

a detailed discussion

I worry that hot water

bottles will burst

So I just want to say

I have ordered one

An electric blanket which

I hope will make us both

More comfortable 

Serendipitous soliloquy Does this tirade scan iambically...

Serendipitous soliloquy 

Does this tirade scan iambically

I pace the floor while shouting my declaimation 

Trying to rid myself of my consternation

You swore you loved me, You chased and wooed me

I began to trust and became your devotee

How could I become sucked in to this morass

I am feeling such an ass

My ego has nose dived my world has rocked

I am feeling such dismay my system is shocked

This drama is unfolding as I play my scene

Wishing like Shakespeare the villain could intervene

Or at least eavesdrop on this great soliloquy

Instead of an audience composed of just me

I hope across the ether the echoes resonate

Making you aware of my solitary debate

Why rhyme

Words crawl across the page

Full of ideas, need to engage

Stories, prose or rhyme

Has to be rhyme, when , little time

Rhythms and rhymes feels so easy

Feel so right, work so cleanly

Poetry purists will say how cheesy

Expell their breath, very wheezy

An idea to express,  reaction to provoke 

A hope for debate, revolt, or quote

Human relationships float my boat

Love, lust and human trust, my promote

Why rhyme

Nice line

Tends to keep things 

On springs

I can do more rounded prose

Use large words,maybe pose

Metrical composition

Personification recognition

Versification 

Conflagragation 

As long as it rhymes 

Suits my paradigms

Why rhyme

Because I so love it!

Sadness sometimes lurks in a corner

But as an optimist,I try t be an informer