A blog to showcase the intricacies of poetry. To explore a little of the human condition and to highlight the poetry of Samantha Beardon.
A SYMETRELLE
This is the line do not cross
Don’t refuse to talk that’s dumb unjust
Don’t Lash out – it will only breed mistrust
In relationships lose the moral high ground
Chose your reactions wisely, they need to be sound
Your drivers your beliefs turn judgements round
Try to think, not just react choices abound
Air your problems calmly, don’t just fuss
Look out for fairness, listen don’t hush
This is the line do not cross
Escape
I shut out the dark cloud of words.
circling like birds above my head
reverberating penetrating
piercing like swords, injury by harsh
sounds cruel intent
Silence now my best defence
this no time to mount
a counterarguement
it will only cause offence
I need to save my sanity
in serenity
Face and body language neutral
I release calmness
focus on the harmless sound.
of the house those
small comforting noises
welcome in the dark of the
night or the eye of the storm
My spirit is not broken
I will survive anger without blows
I am wrapped in my tranquility
floating in a bubble roaming
free from fear
my submission is just remission
Until I can escape
A poem using masculine, feminine, family rhyme, assonance, consonance and alliteration.
Sail shortened she fights the storm
Threatening light, thickened gloom
Gale increases the waves free form
Highest tide this phase of the moon
Lee shore close, hear the warning horn
Frantic sailors fearing their doom
Struggle on deck, two on the wheel
as the ship makes a heavy heel
The captain orders take in sail
The crew release ropes then haul
Water cascading across the rail
Run under bare poles the next call
Stow top and mainsail,now pump, bail
She comes upright with no stall
Bold partners fight the enemy
Ride the storm fulfill their destiny
©Samantha Beardon
An Ottava Rima with an added refrain.
Celestial City floating in the sky
My heart is held prisioner in your vaults
We are of different worlds I ask why
my love was broached by your assaults
your universe is where I must apply
To break through a wall of blackened quartz
Inside the maze I could find a treasure
City of glass let me find my measure
Celestial City floating in the sky
By-line.
She meets him on-line
She is feeling feckless
life devoid of excitement
her need making her reckless
On- line he gives her incitement
He wants her to send a picture
In a pose that is very seductive
she fights her moral stricture
thinking such ideas destructive
She wants to look and feel glamorous
she thinks a glimpse of stocking
he is encouraging and amorous
but of the stocking he is mocking
He gives her attention to capture
her need to be romantic
she is thinking bliss and rapture
he demands nudity; she feels frantic
She wants fun and flirtation
nudity feels too shocking
too much to lose, a whole reputation
weeping hard, his chat she’s blocking
Met on-line
Erased his by-line.
I was challenged to use double rhyme words at the end of lines. Heres my first attempt.
An Ottava Rima second stanza added
a,b,a,b,a,b,c,c
Those moments that I have, for idle dream,
Are not spent, in the pasts celestial halls
might …have … been, won’t change for all I scheme
it just means locked doors and closing walls
dream future new, or lose my self esteem
condemn myself to run the wheel, outdoors
a need to cherish memories is great
can learn from the past before t’is too late
My idle dreams help me merge my various forms
and in my mind shape who I want to be
I escape into a space free from storms
find treasure, sit, relax under a tree
take a magic carpet, away from all the norms
No time to spend in angst for that’s the key
Those moments that I have, for idle dreams
Are saved for the happiness schemes
Frozen in time, behind windows of glass
in the museum of the mind
Events from the past
But how clean are those windows?
From the thoughts we revive
When we dredge deep, in minds’ recesses
for treasures or lines
Have some of the mirrors
become distorted,begrimed
As we struggle to focus, to keep them alive.
We use tricks to remember
the good and the bad
Hurt and misery, etched deep a recurring repast,
Happiness in a golden glow,
romance set in amber, meant to last,
special moments, scattered around, hallmarked with glad
so many more stamped bad or sad
The museum of the mind is
stuffed full of concepts
But do these pictures and words
truely represent or project
Are some things forgotten
have we added some lines
Are they a true picture or sanitised and swept
Frozen in time behind windows of glass
In the museum of the mind
Events from the past.
Fate
Planning a journey my heart races
chance to explore unknown places
in this world of exciting spaces
how to choose, stick a pin
that could mean lose or win
wish- list checked word by word
cut it down by a third
I travel far with little fear
leave it to fate, or stay near here
a journey made by boot and foot
a different adventure new input
with a map to help me yet
though fate, a new course might have set
My friend
what is it you mean to me
You listen to my problems
Never judge
Think of options
Sometimes fudge
Share my triumphs and my lows
Give support and rarely carp
Hah! makes you seem
like an angel with a harp
However there is that other side
Wicked humour
sometimes snide
gossip and rumour
your stock in trade
you take no prisoners if you are right
talk very loudly all the time
tend to behave badly when out at night
But my friend you are the best, a boon
you make me happy you make me sane
together we shout at the moon.
Updated version of my friend
This is a Terzanelle with a rhyme pattern of
ABA¹, bCB, cDC, dED, eFE, fFAA¹
The water ripples dancing silvered
Joining and flowing to become the sea
I am the river rushing tempered
If you listen hard you can hear my plea
I am the curse I am the legend
Joining and flowing to become the sea
I am destruction I am resentment
If you listen hard you will hear my screams
I am the curse I am the legend
I utilise a siren’s schemes
To lure you to a fate you can’t forsee
If you listen hard you can hear my screams
I grow and expand as I hit the sea
As I roll and I crash, my power forms
To lure you to a fate you can’t forsee
Forever revenge will conjur up storms
As I roll and I crash my power forms
The water ripples dancing silvered
I am the river rushing tempered.
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery