Samantha Beardon's Blog, page 76
July 20, 2016
Like a phoenix from the ashes
Like a phoenix from the ashes
Revived, recovered life rehashes
Bending like grass in the wind
Maybe battered but strong inside
Life has thrown her some bad fixes
Some bad choices , plus outside control, mixes
Love gone bad
Mad and sad
Empty promise
Confidence novice
Work farrago
Life embargo
Like a phoenix from the ashes
New shoots grow in dashes
Gathering strength from deep inside
Life rebuilt finding new pride
Like a phoenix from the ashes
She rises to remastered circumstances
Stronger, awesome and wise.
Ugly Duckling or Swan
Ugly ducking or Swan
Fallen Angel or Paragon
Different roles on different days
Look inside to walk the maze
I am the prize in the centre
Search me out, find the epicentre
Depends how you look, what you will see
Look hard to find the essence of me
Ugly Duckling or Swan
I am the latest phenomenon
July 19, 2016
Glimpse of you
Reblogged from Converging lives.
Pinpoints of light….adult content
Pinpoints of lights like argonauts
Light up my body, feel like juggernauts
Projecting onto the very sky
Feelings of pleasure that multiply
Glowing skin, reflects that inner glow
Floating and sinking in the under tow
Writhing shadows depict the dance
See them reflected in that glance
Steering the ship like the argonauts
Mythical beings quite a force
Seeing the mystical shapes of desire
My whole being, alight with fire
July 18, 2016
Above the abyss
Floating on a cloud
Feeling the charms
Warmth radiating
Encircled in his arms
Floating on a cloud
Feeling languous; full o bliss
Nerve endings extended
Above the abyss
Gossamer wings
You brushed my life, with gossamer wings
Held captivated by your promises of things
Then you flew away, leaving an indelible mark
A gap, a need, a place that felt so dark
Changing my soul forever, all for naught
But the life cycles of butterflies are short
From this memory springs
Love,Yearning,Sadness, Learning and Strength
Butterfly feelings
Look at me
Butterfly wings brush my skin
My thoughts shout
Abbreviated Haiku called Miku
July 17, 2016
The joy of music
Feel the rhythm feel the beat
Sense the music adding heat
Feel the rhythms feel the beat
Sense the musical mystique
Music for your every mood
Exciting times or ambrosia food
Music calming feeds the soul
Energising, lose control
Pick the song that makes you sad
Then the one, that makes you glad
Instrumental or song that taps your toes
Waltz, Jive , chill or snooze
Poetry is music made of words
Rhythm and beat can still be heard
Making music in the mind
Pictures and sounds so divine
Feel the rhythms feel the beat
Music for your soul, just can’t be beat
Threads of sound
Woven around
Feel the rhythm feel the beat
Sense the music adding heat
Feel the rhythms feel the beat
Sense the musical mystique
July 16, 2016
Fighting the blues
The blues came by to spy out homes
For cold and dark to make some groans
They are nasty spikey crawly things
Hah they dont even have proper wings
But I know how to make them run
Tis me that’s was going to have some fun
I find a smile and let it out
Hah they are already wobbling about
I open up my happiness box
Where I found some goodies but left the sox
I find a memory of fun
Savour the feeling, see them run
I count some good things in my life
Push away the feelings of angst and strife
My feel good hormones broke the dam
From now on I am the main man
Those blues are becoming extremely tan
