Fifty years, where has it gone Left with lifes myriad ghosts and many lines of song Fifty years since we all arrived To start our nurse training, young vibrant and alive A group of girls who had never met Thrown together to mesh,to blend into a safety net Three years of training, working and living… Continue reading Reunion Fifty years on.
Author: Mary
I write as both Mary Bray and under the pseudonym of Samantha Beardon.
Bubble burst
The bubble has been burst Will that be the worst Life gets in the way Almost every day Changes put a strain On relationships normal chain He/she can make you sad Also make you mad Love is but a guide You cannot run and hide What is this nebulous thing The emotion that pulls our… Continue reading Bubble burst
Intimate Fantasies
In order to share our intimate fantasies Have to, have trust,to stop the tragedies Ideas unlocked exciting immense Wildness explored feelings intense So many situations we could try out Sharing ideas, time and about Making the pictures held in our heads Come alive and become real instead Partners in pleasure trying our dreams Rising so… Continue reading Intimate Fantasies
Fantasy management
Are we in charge of our fantasies Those ideas that steer us away from reality Do we need these ideas we create in our minds To balance our lives,to enable us to strive Fantasies come in all shades and hues Travel, a new job, a lover in the news Is there a dilemma in keeping… Continue reading Fantasy management
Let’s fly
Sending Ripples across the Cosmos Turning Words to Actions Energised by mind pictures Voraciously sampling life Ecstatically Dreaming Grasping for the stars No deja vu Let’s fly
Friendship
Elie Wise.
Allowing me to be me
Allowing me to be me Is all you really need to do, you see Walking by my side Not pushing in front or lagging behind Accepting how I feel Not trying to force the deal Loving the person, the self Not trying to turn me into something else Enabling me to grow Not stopping me… Continue reading Allowing me to be me
Mossy floor
Lush, verdant, tropical forest Moistness peaking, feeding the torrent Sinking to the mossy floor Staring at each other, overawed Cheeks flushed pink, breathing fast Exquisite feelings, a superb repast Limbs entwined, holding tight Looking beautiful in the dappled light Lust or love, in the moment All feelings combine, maybe later atonement Lush, verdant, tropical forest… Continue reading Mossy floor
Your choices.
Today is the start of a new story The past is not erased it will spill into today However your choices will form the framework And decide the ending.
Living Life
I cope with my life in my tried and tested ways Spreading out my love and keeping fears at bay I know that I have a boundless, store of love, to give So no need to horde it, I can let it live I am less certain about receiving love Or sharing other parts of… Continue reading Living Life
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 