Samantha Beardon's Blog, page 79
July 7, 2016
Love overdrawn
Alone together
Together alone
Living in parallel
A house not a home
Meeting and parting
Drifting along
Communication sporadic
Love overdrawn
Small acts of kindness
Oil life’s wheels
Misunderstandings
Divisions reveals
Resigned to the status quo
Or the status quo resigned
Which is the easiest
Need to decide
Alone Together
Together alone
Is the grass greener
Than this loveless home
July 6, 2016
Islands in the stream.
Islands in the stream
Changed by the waters flow
Bedrock held in place
As dreams and illusions bow
Life frenetically moves
Even on a leisurely day
The island in the stream
A refuge, a place to stay
When I navigate rough seas
My beliefs in a bag I store
Surreal my dreams might be
But part of my steel and core
The island in the stream
A place that’s truly mine
Keeps my sanity intact
Come visit and view my shrine
Feelings
Feelings
For You
Just get better
Love
Longing strong
Red letter day
Friendship
Firmly Grasped
Strong bonds stay
Partnership
Particular trust
Together we should stay
July 5, 2016
Static place
Suspended in a silent pause
Whilst life is rushing by
At rest against surreal shores
Beneath a perspex sky
Create a world that stands alone
Amidst the frenzied pace
From dented dreams and illusions thrown
To form a static place
Existance in a different realm
While chaos spins around
Where placidness is at the helm
On enigmatic ground
July 4, 2016
Reality or dream
Is life reality or is it a dream
Do we play to our own tune, or is it what it seems
Is our life already mapped
Or do we choose our own path, find adversity and adapt
Ride the rapids on a raft
Are we powerless a victim to every happen chance
Or can we make those changes, in lifes Jerky dance
Will true love be our saviour
Probably not, but it can modify our behaviour
Make us fly on the up draft
When you walk by my side
Both the ups and the downs, are a roller coaster ride
Of excitement and burn, some great extremes
Is life reality or is it a dream
A mixture of both with you it seems!
July 3, 2016
Soapy
Soapy and wet
Anticipating yet
Letting go of control
Pleasure our goal
Shower pulses
Spray convulses
Against our bodies
Tattoing ecstasies
Fingers slide
Probe and glide
Building urges
Feeling surges
Languous heat
Sinuous beat
Lots of time
It took lots of my life
To find my way
To understand the me inside
To do a complete survey
Why wasn’t I taught to respect myself
To set a ticket price, off the bargin shelf
……..
It took lots of time
To move from shyness
To understand that I could shine
That as a person I could be desirous
Why wasn’t I taught confidence
How to ride the knocks, retain my cognisance
……….
It took much less time to research beliefs
To find the things that were, self confidence thiefs
To understand to be fulfilled
I needed to find my passions slip the leash
Why wasn’t I taught happiness comes from within
It’s not dependant on someone else’s whim
………..
Luckily I found the way
No time to regret the wasted years
Time to revel in the chance to be totally and truly me today.
July 2, 2016
My first Sidlak poem
Sidlak poetry (sid/lak) is a structured poetry consisting of 5 lines with 3-5-7-9 syllables AND A COLOR. The last line must be a COLOR that describes the whole poem or the feelings of the writer. Life comes in different shades and hues. The colorful the merrier. Show us your true colors. Write your first sidlak now. Love, Quirky
I like this idea on Quirky Shines Blog ….Love Quirky. So this is my first Sidlak, would anyone like to add one
Stormy sky above
Stormy mood between us
Sparks and angst, insults trading
Trust has flown, feels degrading
Need to find a starting point,regroup
BLACK
July 1, 2016
The trials and tribulations of writing that book
Putting the words on the paper
That was an easy caper
The flow of ideas
The protagoniststs fears
The plot that was not
The plan that was shot
The breaking of rules
Maybe created by fools
That was an easy caper
The novel soon grew
In chapters woo hoo
I wrote as I spoke
Great bursts sent to choke
Punctuation and grammar
Were under the hammer
My characters changed
Took liberties unarranged
That was an easy caper
A book near complete
Wow what a feat
Joy unabated
Editing complicated
Frowns replaced smiles
Changes by the miles
I changed that last week
How come, oh bleep
That was a harder caper
Cutting and editing twenty times
Face now covered in big frown lines
Cover designed
Smiles realigned
Put it together
Loosen the tether
Off to be printed
Proof newly minted
That was a joyous caper
I had put the words on paper
In all a difficult caper
Now to relax
Till fates circumstance
Showed me the promotional forargo
If I wanted to shift the cargo
I needed to add some glitter
Use resources like Facebook and Twitter
This was a learning caper
Now my days spent tweeting
In between comfort eating
I write religiously on my blog
It’s become a full time job
My sales are hardly booming
It’s really quite confusing
Where do I find the time to write
I have to sleep some time at night
This is a time consuming caper
I am learning much
Wish I had a big crutch
More hours in the day
To write and make hay
Putting the words on paper
That was the easy caper
As for the rest
It’s like swotting for a test
Masses of work
That you can’t shirk
A sale makes a smirk
Could send one berserk
Not such an easy caper.
June 30, 2016
Softness
Softness in abundance, as great as the sun
Delicate touches, like spiders webs spun
Excitement grows at the dawn of each day
Emotions overflow, with each interplay
Giving all of me, Giving all of you
