A blog to showcase the intricacies of poetry. To explore a little of the human condition and to highlight the poetry of Samantha Beardon.
Electrifying sensations
Exciting intonations
Addictive causality
Abundant sexuality
More than a one night stand
Hormone fuelled
Hedonistic meetings
Singular plurality
Outside morality
Should only have been a one night stand
Remorse
Regret
Meet
Merge
Submerge
Addicted behaviour
Arousal Saviour
Crave contact
Crass objective
Need to cut that bond.
Hah but am I that strong?
Love comes in many forms
Hard to articulate, sort the norms
Child to parent
Parent to child
Strong love bonds mostly arise
Can we even count the guises
The instances where love arises
The turbulent emotions with our siblings
Or best friends who help us fix things
Love given with conditions
Or freely offered no omissions
Romantic love in all its forms
The crush, the lust, the dream the storms
That forever love that disappears
Leaving scars for years and years
New love burning oh so bright
Maybe the flame can’t last in daylight
Love that delivers pleasure then pain
Shrivels the soul, aportions blame
Love is ever present
Ever present is love
When romantic love seems to falter
Find the love in the other quarters
For where ever you are, in the cycle of love
Keep planting the seeds there is always enough
Deep inside the flame of love burns bright
Touch my mind move within
Imagine your breath on my naked skin
Emotional and physical needs so new
Nerve endings raw from wanting you
Should I walk, the straight, or crooked path
Will precipitate action, ruin the aftermath
Do I want you to be a fling
Or are you a finer option, my queen, to your king
Would traditional courting add enough spice
Or in the internet age would it suffice
Instant gratification might hold sway
Could there be another way
Questioning the act of parted thighs
Until I stare into your eyes
Alone together
Together alone
Living in parallel
A house not a home
Meeting and parting
Drifting along
Communication sporadic
Love overdrawn
Small acts of kindness
Oil life’s wheels
Misunderstandings
Divisions reveals
Resigned to the status quo
Or the status quo resigned
Which is the easiest
Need to decide
Alone Together
Together alone
Is the grass greener
Than this loveless home
Islands in the stream
Changed by the waters flow
Bedrock held in place
As dreams and illusions bow
Life frenetically moves
Even on a leisurely day
The island in the stream
A refuge, a place to stay
When I navigate rough seas
My beliefs in a bag I store
Surreal my dreams might be
But part of my steel and core
The island in the stream
A place that’s truly mine
Keeps my sanity intact
Come visit and view my shrine
Suspended in a silent pause
Whilst life is rushing by
At rest against surreal shores
Beneath a perspex sky
Create a world that stands alone
Amidst the frenzied pace
From dented dreams and illusions thrown
To form a static place
Existance in a different realm
While chaos spins around
Where placidness is at the helm
On enigmatic ground
Is life reality or is it a dream
Do we play to our own tune, or is it what it seems
Is our life already mapped
Or do we choose our own path, find adversity and adapt
Ride the rapids on a raft
Are we powerless a victim to every happen chance
Or can we make those changes, in lifes Jerky dance
Will true love be our saviour
Probably not, but it can modify our behaviour
Make us fly on the up draft
When you walk by my side
Both the ups and the downs, are a roller coaster ride
Of excitement and burn, some great extremes
Is life reality or is it a dream
A mixture of both with you it seems!
Soapy and wet
Anticipating yet
Letting go of control
Pleasure our goal
Shower pulses
Spray convulses
Against our bodies
Tattoing ecstasies
Fingers slide
Probe and glide
Building urges
Feeling surges
Languous heat
Sinuous beat
It took lots of my life
To find my way
To understand the me inside
To do a complete survey
Why wasn’t I taught to respect myself
To set a ticket price, off the bargin shelf
……..
It took lots of time
To move from shyness
To understand that I could shine
That as a person I could be desirous
Why wasn’t I taught confidence
How to ride the knocks, retain my cognisance
……….
It took much less time to research beliefs
To find the things that were, self confidence thiefs
To understand to be fulfilled
I needed to find my passions slip the leash
Why wasn’t I taught happiness comes from within
It’s not dependant on someone else’s whim
………..
Luckily I found the way
No time to regret the wasted years
Time to revel in the chance to be totally and truly me today.
Sidlak poetry (sid/lak) is a structured poetry consisting of 5 lines with 3-5-7-9 syllables AND A COLOR. The last line must be a COLOR that describes the whole poem or the feelings of the writer. Life comes in different shades and hues. The colorful the merrier. Show us your true colors. Write your first sidlak now. Love, Quirky
I like this idea on Quirky Shines Blog ….Love Quirky. So this is my first Sidlak, would anyone like to add one
Stormy sky above
Stormy mood between us
Sparks and angst, insults trading
Trust has flown, feels degrading
Need to find a starting point,regroup
BLACK
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery