Samantha Beardon's Blog, page 96

Idle dreams

Those moments that I have, for idle dream

I try not to spend, in what might have been

Might have been, can’t come again

I must imagine future new, or just condemn

Myself to running on the wheel

Picking at wounds that just won’t heal

Cherishing memories is great

Learning from the past the great debate

My idle dreams can help me merge, my various forms and recreate

Visions of the future, shaken and stirred

The child inside, the femme fatal, the carer,the cook,all part of this herd

My fantasies can take me away from the angst of a dreadful day

Make me smile , people my future days, where new aspirations sway

Or maybe I can just escape in a little space in time

Merge all my selves, have time sublime

Act a scene with Cary Grant, private jet to the South of France

Finding a treasure in a search, ride my magic carpet, dance and prance

Who knows what my idle dreams will be

Daydreaming happy dreams can’t you see? :)

Hustle and bustle

Hurley burley , hustle and bustle

Life rushes by, without much tussle

Sometimes carried along, like flotsam in a flood

Sometimes focused ,clear goals,understood

Blink it seems and the day has gone

Decisions made, right or wrong

Learnt behaviour steers the ship

Though at times it scuttles it

Obligatory choices need cause a pause

Self defeating behaviour may cause remorse

Hurley burley, hustle and bustle

Life rushes by, if we don’t move a muscle

Trying to make the hours fulfilled

Change of mindset, could get me thrilled

Working on the things I can change

Not wasting time on things out of my range

Loving you and caring for me

That’s the start of an ology

Hurley burley , hustle and bustle

Contentment,   affirmation and affection are worth life’s tussle.

Caught in Passion

Verse, to brighten up your day

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Has pictures too, so not a swindle

Dips into friendship, beliefs and love

Browse, fit your mood like a glove

Lastly a little desire

Maybe make,your mood catch fire

It could be you will catch the passion

For painting with words, become empassioned

Caught in Inspiration will be next

My doodling with words must be flexed.

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Stress relief from a friend.

The burdens of life and tensions of the day,

Don t need to stress us, cause us dismay,

We are here with mind and heart, 

Sharing good and bad, though miles apart,

Our thoughts and concerns don’t need to stew,

Sometimes its good to have anothers view,

A different take, a voice of reason,

Helps us regain the silly season,

Sharing means perspective, is regained,

Or fun and laughter, ease the strain,

Sometimes its pure joy we share,

Life is good no need for repair,

Sexy images and fantasies,

Make us happy boost realities,

With love and joy, in our hearts anew,

 Helps  navigate, to expand our fields of view.

Moving ideas

Out of my mind, onto the page,

Ideas stream, words just rage,

Clamouring  for release, urging me on,

My love for life, drives the marathon,

Creativity tantalises, pushes the pace,

The need to transcribe, a daily race,

Wanting to engage,  to evoke a reaction,

Portraying all of life, immense satisfaction.

Archipelago

Archipelago

An archipeligo of islands laying in the sun

Sea narrowed and channelled making funnelled runs

The ship making twists and turns

As she winds the  laborious path

Moving the views round and round

From Islands green to rocky ground

White yachts beating as they weave and race

Speedboats charge and set the pace

Passengers out viewing the sights so clear

Clothes flapping in the wind but full of cheer

Resinous pine from trees so fine

Twists on the breeze added to the brine

Small houses with docks and flags

Dot the islands cling to crags

Natures beauty refreshes the eye

Stormy

Cymbals crashing in the sky

Staccato rain blowing by

Grey and dark

The heavens split

Zig zag flashes

Dash and flit

Thunder rolls we count the time

To gauge the storms centre line

Dark clouds roil, gold underlit

Nature’s majesty unfurled

Watching in awe it’s dominance of our world

Rabbit

Tonight I thought that I would play

Over the hills and far away

I thought I might explore and find

Some sexuality outside my mind

My aim to try the rabbits charms

To take him their inside my arms

But alas it couldnt be

Instead I had to cook the tea.

I have to wait another time

Now isnt that just such a crime!

Portrait of a Friend

A character as big as yours

Needs to share not take a pause

It knows that life is not a game

That there are opportunities down the lane

It likes to share the whole of life

From joy and pleasure to trouble and strife

Charismatic, sexual ,driven

Compassionate, sensitive, full of vision

It interacts with many friends

Sharing with them, for different ends

It nurtures others and is enriched

Not always, without a hitch

Its sexual adventures, make girls glow

Different partners oiling the flow

It makes that character hard to beat

And also makes it kind of sweet!

Moth to your flame

I am attracted to you

Like a moth to your flame

A shining beacon held true

As we join  our refrain

I feel your spirit near me

Though you are far away

I let my essence flow free

As our spirits interplay

Without ever touching you

I am drawn, to your inner spark

I have formed some opinions true

Though our experience may be stark

I am attracted to you

Like a moth to a flame

We share deeply truly

As we bridge space, with our time frame

We can never be one in a tangible way

But a place in my heart will always remain

I am attracted to you like a moth to a flame

Our memories and laughter forever retained.