Adventure

I wake to the bright clear light

through the walls of the tent, palace 

best describes  this insubstantial building 

 I stretch in the soft comfort of my bed

 

The air smells warm, overlaid by dust and earth 

there is a cacophony of noise

chirruping crickets 

competing with the soft and raucous sounds of birds

 

I listen for the sound of animals in the bush

they were active last night but now strangely silent

there is the faint clink of pans and crockery  from the cooks

My stomach rumbles, time to start my day of adventure

 

I get up, my feet  caressed

by the animal skin rug and I pause

thinking of the night and the hyena’s jests

Still raising hairs on the back of my neck

 

 

Congestion

I walk the city suburbs 

 with tree lined streets

on a pleasant summers day

with a modicum of heat

a pleasant perambulation

that sort of,          has me freaked


 the hum and rumble of engines

 vibration in the air

the noise of grounded traffic 

stuck in  a       rat run

abetted by the phone app 

to bypass congestion 



I glimpse through open windows

Ongoing family life

Parents and children exposed

To pollutions rising tides

I smell the slightly acrid stench

pumping from exhausts

 nothing very potent and nowt

to see of course 


If I had an infra red camera I could show

the world a sight of danger

would they want to know

 Cars with flaming  tails 

that pinpoint  deadly fumes

and show how they move and spiral

into those innocent living rooms

 

I read in the paper

lockable bollards might do the trick

so residential streets become closed

and only residents get a fix

it seems the stuff of nightmares

to lock the suburbs down

Is this our best solution

To traffics constant merry go round?

 

 



Relationship turmoil

Cause and effect

No time to reflect

React, enact

Don’t consider the impact


Starting the chain

Emotions retain

Your actions confuse

That’s really bad news


My head is spinning 

My anger is winning

We need to regroup

Not jump through hoops


Cause and effect

No time to reflect

React, enact

That ways a trap

A morsel of you

I reflect on what we might have  been

had things been different

life’s unforseen,twists and turns

following fates convuluted hand

I had a glimpse or  a dream

of a different future – built on sand


Would we have been greater in pairing

 or a disaster that fate has been kind in sparing

our paths met, then diverged, adding richness 

loneliness and sadness in the parting

leaving a layer of learning which must add growth

or is this but a hollow dream


What I am yet to become

will be due to singular striving

Happiness and fulfillment

 in this life needs work and dedication

I reflect on what is now

what might have been I disallow


Another world, another life, we might be bliss

Until then I gather life and fulfill my destiny

 unable to be blue living life to the full

only more so because I shared a morsel with you.

Love songs and poems

Listening to the love songs

reading the poetry books

love should be out there

 can’t be overlooked


take my breath away

love at first sight

these are the prizes

if the authors are right


looked around the corners

 under the seats

in my life, that sort of love

seems to have me beat


take a deep breath, what do I smell

old socks , damp washing on the line

where are the  roses or jasmine 

romantic and fine


I think I have

had the sparks and the flashes

but not the full thunderstorm

or arel those songs and poems

so far from the norm



Is companionship and friendship

a more sustainable refrain

am I searching for unicorns

pots of gold, bubbles in champagne


I want to taste the sweetness 

of honey on my tongue

yes still I am searching

for a cliched romantic world of my own


Then I look up as a shadow drains the light

you walk into the house smiling

perhaps my shining knight

am I wasting my life on improbable profiling



Is my love with me

but my mind doesn’t see?

I am confused, who can help me?

Thrive

World expanding ,hovering somewhere near the sun

Reviewing hopes and fantasies, nearly come undone

Exponential, Epoch, Elevate and Energised

Willing, Wit, Wisdom try to be Wise

Fulfillment, Functioning, Feelings helps life flow

Growing, Gentle, Gratitude learning how to glow

Turning self belief into a better way to live

Changing my perspective learning how to thrive. 

Song of Strings

Song of the Strings


The skill, truly an art form

a sophistication

as the halls are filled

with musicians 

bows  drawn

to flow smoothly

against the strings


each section adds their voices

a swell of sound that 

climbs and resonates

notes and chords lead and twirl

as the musicians follow

the Maestro’s directions

to create total harmony

as they show pure heart

passion and joy


music to uplift, sooth or arouse the soul

will the world swoon in approbation

or will only some take time 

to listen and enjoy the sounds

made on instuments of wood and gut


© Aaron Cody Masters and Samantha Beardon 2017

Fantasy and reality

Fantasy and reality side by side grow

boundaries blur where is the plateau?

starkness of words translated into pictures

 holes in the substance, filled in, no glitches


Subconscious embellishment start a glow

bad habits, never witnessed, don’t spoil the show

endearments uttered are stored in memories box

 intense and  important, they become a paradox


She needs her emotions stirred, to feel a connection

his drivers very different, need inspection

married to other’s, they met playing a game

chatting and sharing life in a cyber domain


She’s desperate for love, her happiness compromised 

she grabs  affection and excitement, it makes her blind

he looks for  flirtation, moves through lusts revolving door

 enjoys the immediate journey, never requiring more


Intimacy inevitably grows with the sharing

 Could be great, if their perspectives were pairing

she loves that he calls her by that special name

unaware he calls, all other girls the same


He is wrapped up and interested, its no ploy

but soon he will be bored and move  to another  toy

her one in a million man will gradually pull away

Leaving her devastated  and crying at close of day

Just to say

William Carlos Williams an imagist poet wrote with great brevity and wrote a poem in note form called Just to Say .

I have attempted a poem in the same style
I asked you and you said

No you didn’t want one

Have been dropping hints 

About the benefits
I know we haven’t had 

a detailed discussion

I worry that hot water

bottles will burst
So I just want to say

I have ordered one

An electric blanket which

I hope will make us both
More comfortable