A blog to showcase the intricacies of poetry. To explore a little of the human condition and to highlight the poetry of Samantha Beardon.
Connection
You walk beside me
Even though we are worlds apart
Connection
I have the pictures of you
Mind generated
Plus photographs sent over the ether
I have the pictures of you
Sharing with you
You are at the other end of my phone
Communication may be indirect but still
Sharing with you
Connection
Never feeling truly alone
An illusion that gives me strength
Connection
© Samantha Beardon
Look into the mirror what do I see
Do I see, the outer shell that masquerades as me
Look a little closer, stare into my eyes
Can I see an inner glow, flickering, burning, a surprise
Ah maybe that is my inner light
The me stripped of pretences, burning ever bright
Look more closely at others, past the different facades
Can I find the inner light behind their masquerades
Will I find a different person hiding there inside
Away from the projected face, with filters all applied
Society encourages conformity, that maybe makes us blind
Who is lurking underneath, waiting for us to find?
What are the dangers of dreams
Infernal fantastic tortuous schemes
The paths that lead to danger
Leading us to falling in love with a stranger
Life set, priorities to be met
Plans in place, moving apace, direction set
Train moving, tracks straight, becoming truly stulifying
All mapped, feeling trapped, not so surprising
Happiness comes and goes
Life has highs but many lows
Lows can breed dreams
What if – scenario scenes
Perfect life, perfect love just like in stories
That’s how life should be in all its glories
Life imperfect and love low key
Partners drifting apart, less connections beastly
Imperative – Need to find that perfect love
Daydreams sees it clear and corroborative
As the song says
you only live twice or so it seems
Once for yourself and once for your dreams
Sweet dreams, perfect dreams, dreams can deceive
Swinging so high, flying on the trapeze
Launching into space, Twisting in the air
Where to land, here, or way over there
Old path , new path just beware
Stop, think and compare
Each path has some danger
Dream path, love with a stranger
You only live twice or so it seems
Once for yourself and once for your dreams
What is this about the heart
An illusion in love, used so much in art
Songs and sonnets, plays and books
Breaking hearts, heart sick
Love is a product of the mind
Involving emotions, hormones running blind
Attraction starts not from the heart
That’s really not the part
Maybe from a glance that stirs the senses
A touch,mutual interests, our own incentives
The feelings however caused, are a raging torrent
Estcasy can’t be abhorrent
It’s when those feelings wax then wane
That maybe things change refrain
If love goes sour
And walks out the door
Our heart will continue beating
It’s our mind that makes illusions sweeping
Our metaphor
When love walks out the door
Heart Breaking
Noble trouble
An Awdl Gywydd – Welsh Poetry form
Life is packed with trouble
Are we noble in it’s face
Stand up clad in gossamer
as a dreamer in the race
Or will we stand clad in steel
Show we feel joy and sorrow
Have the depth to fight our foes
Strengthen goals for tomorrow
Would I look at you ,the same ,” regardless”
if your eyes were filled with pain
I would probably look closer, more information to obtain
I might want to support you in your struggle to survive
To try to hold a mirror to the you
behind the pain and strife
I would want to demonstrate the power of belief
Particularly those negatives that can become life’s thief
I would look for signs, that you could love yourself
A must to heal that pain, and to transend the past
Would I look at you ,the same ,” regardless”
if your eyes were filled with pain
I would look closer more information to obtain
Oh sweet lover
Have you recovered
Do you ever miss me
Regret being free
Remember my smile
Feel a ghostly presence awhile
Does it ever make you blue
Though life has moved on its true
Oh ex sweet lover
Have you recovered
Do I haunt the odd dream
Make you restless between
your life’s normal routine,
Do you feel a twinge of regret
As you rearrange the duvet
Oh sweet lover do men suffer too
I so hope that is happening to you
We have moved on, my heart break has gone
I am concerned for your suffering too
Where do you stand, in the summary of your life
Top, bottom, or middle, or just a worker in the hive
Are you on the treadmill, running out of control
Trying to please everybody, multiple roles
Do you see your flaws, rather than your strengths
Give to others, go to any lengths
Feel stressed and unhappy
Try to struggle on, be crappy
Maybe time to stop and take a breath
Review your priorities, centre yourself
If you love others,you have to love you
It enables,a more balanced point of view.
Castle magic – englyn penfry
I conjure it with magic- castle fair
Just don’t stare, fall or panic
My creation huge gigantic
Floating in the air so near – carrion
A clarion call for all fear
Darkness not my plan be clear
I have miscalculated – magic dark
Foulness spark, my spell fated
Goodness, has dissapated
I call on my reserves – cast a spell
Living hell our preserves
If dark powers hold, returns
I made this foul travesty – castle dread
So misled, no amnesty
To win I die tragedy
A Villanelle
Dark days become nights the stars don’t align
in this nightmare world of retrograde time
Stare into the cosmos look for a sign
Spiral out of control, lost life’s design
You were my anchor now gone such a crime
Dark days become nights the stars don’t align
Need to find a new path draw a new line
Not play the fool, in futile pantomime
Stare into the cosmos look for a sign
Days feeling like weeks dreams seem borderline
My home no longer my haven sublime
Dark days become nights the stars don’t align
Break free from bad feelings must not resign
My love is worth more than a tumbling dime
Stare into the cosmos finding a sign
Love all encompassing, truly divine
waiting to find me, yours was a mime
light days become nights the stars realign
Stare into the cosmos yes there’s a sign
S. Beardon © 2017
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