Samantha Beardon's Blog, page 57

Sanguine

​Sanguine the blood red colour of my heart

Sanguine the way I feel, about our parts

We play the game we act so well

Could we be in pantomime, l cant tell

We lost the bond, the glues unstuck

Emotions cold, not run amok

Sanguine is it really how I feel

Am I ready to give in our love repeal 

Sanguine the blood red colour of my heart

It will be transparent, if its torn apart

Facets of Christmas time

​A period of contrasts from sepia through to dazzling gold

A time of poignancy, reflection and joy

A religious celebration transposed into a season of gluttony and greed

A time of gift giving, family celebrations and gatherings

A time of arguements, marriage breakdowns and strife

A time of love, war and hate

Each facet sharpened because of the season

Poverty versus wealth

Loneliness versus family life

Love versus hate

Outlined in sharper contrast in a season of supposed joy

May the immutable values of Christmastime 

Remain through the year

Happy Christmas

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Find the love

​We live to feel and to express

Much more to life than we can guess

Love is life, life is love

We have to search when times are tough

To find  it in it’s purest form

When maybe, despair might be the norm

With love all your senses become one

In darker times, they can prestige the sun

Heartache is part of life, dreams get shattered

Life gets battered

Love is life, life is love

We live to feel and to express 

In love and happiness thats the best

In times of sadness, cling to love

Its different facets can fit like a glove

Find it in the smallest joys

Dance in the rain, ignore the annoys

You only live once, perhaps

We need to do our best avoid the traps

Find the joy, find the love.

Reality replace?

​Sharing time with you

Takes me to another place

Makes me happy

Relaxed and full of grace

If that luxury was denied

Life would go on

I would survive 

Diminished but able to cross the great divide

My mind endows you with virtues 

That I know in reality don’t exist

You are a creature of insubstantiality,more like mist

You remain an enigma

I share your good features, clutching them like straws

I glimpse some of your flaws, they dont affect me, so no pause

Sharing aspects of our lives, gives me pleasure no need to catechise

Takes me to another place, but real life it can’t replace

Sharing time with you

Takes me to another place

Makes me happy

A respite from reality, but can’t replace

I like your style

I like your style

You make me smile

Your ease and charm

Act like a balm

The you I share

Without a care

The bits I see

Tantalise me

Dream asleep, dream awake

​Dream asleep, dream awake

Vision of you hard to shake

The melted state that you can create

Adds a layer to infinity, the great debate

Hormones raised precarious state

Dream asleep, dream awake

We float together, communicate

Light

Daylight floods past the curtain edges

Over the ceiling and lightens the room

Never the harsh clear light of the African sky

No the mellower hazy light of England

Yet as I lay in bed and feel, I soar and fly.

Caught in Passion Friendship

I just published “Friendship” of my story “Caught in Passion”. http://my.w.tt/UiNb/twuJKAFNRy

Follow……Lead

​Follow where you lead 

Or tread my own path

Walk beside you

But stop at the gate

Or to you subjugate

Share the path finding 

Draw a joint map

Space to walk together

To avoid the main trap

Map out routes for solo travel 

With routes back to home

Lead where you follow

Follow where you lead

Jointly share the burden

That way we succeed.