Learning to be,

Can be hard you see,

Life teaches us early who we are,

Can make us doubt ourselves, makes lasting scars.
If we focus on others judgements,

The negatives, can stunt our circumference,

Told you are no good at that,

Are ugly, stupid that’s a trap.
Learning to be the person, that fulfills their own potential,

Can be hard, if we believe we can’t be successful,

We are duff at sums, we have no charm,

We can’t attract a mate, communication causes alarm.
Living with the mantra of negativity,

Becomes a self fulfilling prophecy,

Yet each of us in unique,

Why do we have to follow the herd,or be the freak?
Learning to be, can be hard,

Some never manage, they keep their marked card,

Others start to realise, they like their self,

Gain confidence, count their strengths, grab life itself.
Learning to be, is easy for some,

They have self love and confidence from day one,

Get positive feedback, grab the day,

Breeze through life, like through a holiday.
From where ever we start,

It’s important to be, all you want to be,

Start with caring for you, seeing the good,

Celebrate your achievements, search out the dead wood.
Each of us is unique, and deserves to live life to the full, before they die,

Aware of who they are, shining brightly

The fragrance of poetry

The fragrance of poetry

I walk past Dahl, Byron and Jeckyll
all scenting my world to inspiration,
as a sea of sage surges adding
a heady aroma to the mix – clarity – memory
whilst wisteria whispers her fragrance
a trail to follow to source

Flower’s songs permeating the air
Choirs calling
for the vibration of the bee
is this poetry enough –

Or should I wait for
the burgeoning buds
ready to burst
the seeds of poetry.
Samantha Beardon.

Pherenomes in D

The peridot peacock preens and prances
prances and preens
the feeling of power positively exuding
from the pose
his display raises my pulse

beating in my neck above
of my shawl.

The slow sound of bass notes entwined
with the trailing notes of violins
start to create the atmosphere
for sharing secrets
slow sounds – speeding -twining
like rising pheromones
I shudder as my peach paisley slips


The peridot peacock
preens and prances
Pachabel adding life and lustre
subtle refrains building

I smile and power

as I stand and pose and preen
suspense peaks
we move in unison softly touching
speeding – twining


with Pachabel.

Samantha Beardon©