Haiku Roundup Number 7

Afternoon delight
Pausing to ponder the day
Lost in emptiness

A voice from the past
Where time and hope converges
Before shadows move

Midsummer longing
Like a leaf upon the wind
Words without a song

Jet trails cross the sky
Sun reflects on metal wings
Returns to reading

Evening drops excite
Succulent petals open
From a gentle kiss

Obsessed misery
Born out of a dark fiction
Released from time’s weight

Wild and overgrown
My garden of broken dreams
Forever in bloom

I passed a mirror
In reflecting I did find
An end to begin

Creativity
Individualistic
Assimilation

Drowning in your gaze
Grey eyes sparkle with laughter
Moments lost in time

Memories unlocked
From the darkness deep inside
Shadows fear to tread

Unspoken feelings
Reading lips with just one touch
Melodies linger

Bound for my pleasure
Eyes devour, touch excites
Reading a new book

Your evening unfolds
With bright lights and gaiety
Where no shadows fall

Eyes heavy, day’s done
Sleep is but a dream away
Party starts next door

Music off, birds sing
It’s a late morning rising
Day dreaming begins

She’s my addiction
Just one kiss and I am hooked
Can leave anytime

Rain hits my window
With a soft pitter-patter
Tearful melody

The rain has now passed
Clouds hang heavy in the sky
Joyous laughter heard

Escape is freedom
Transported on silent words
Cover to cover

The night remembers
Darkness hums a mournful tune
Cue the morning dew

Copyright © 2014 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

Shush! Cue Music Please…

Sleepless Nights

Us together has been a waste of time
But getting up and walking out is never that easy
Our time together has been forever and a day
We need to forgive and forget before we go our separate ways

We need to learn to laugh instead of crying
It is time for me to pack instead of trying

I don’t want to talk about it any more
I don’t want to hear about it any more
I don’t want to think about it any more
I don’t want to feel like this…any more

You say you want to make it work
For the love we used to have
But wanting and dreaming are never the same
A never ending tale that ends in animosity

I don’t want to talk about it anymore
I don’t want to hear about it anymore
I don’t want to think about it anymore
I don’t want to feel like this…anymore

You say it was never a waste of time
But the sleepless nights fit the crime
It’s not as if I was blind
For all the rumors you left behind

I don’t want to talk about it anymore
I don’t want to hear about it anymore
I don’t want to think about it anymore
I don’t want to feel like this…anymore

These thoughts are driving me insane
I gave our love a chance but all was in vain
I looked for joy while you reflected pain

I don’t want to talk about it anymore
I don’t want to hear about it anymore
I don’t want to think about it anymore
I don’t want to feel like this…anymore

We’ll live with this every single night
Once done nothing can ever make it right
We will live in darkness more than light

I don’t want to talk about it anymore
I don’t want to hear about it anymore
I don’t want to think about it anymore
I don’t want to feel like this…anymore

I don’t want to feel like this…anymore
I don’t want to feel like this…anymore

Copyright © 2014 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

Haiku Roundup Number 6

Finding the right words
It’s never an easy thing
Lost in your rhythm

Wild and friendly
Hidden garden of delights
Desires run free

Sun shines, clear blue sky
Bird shadows dart across grass
A feral cat waits

Lost in memory
Eyes that sparkle with laughter
Morning sun wakes me

The evening is calm
Wandering thoughts return home
Footsteps echoing

Words tell your story
Silence read in every page
Feelings unwritten

I hear soft music
A melody that lingers
The taste of your lips

Stillness at weeks end
Coolness ushers in the night
Waiting for the dawn

On gossamer wings
Fragile beauty displayed
Nature’s poetry

Life captured in stone
Silent wings flutter no more
Time’s shadow revealed

Stirring in the breeze
Rustling leaves murmur softly
Recalling silence

The sound of shadows
In my head as they pass by
Light will bring silence

Solstice plus one day
A bright long sun shiny day
Soon dark of winter

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The Velvet Darkness

In My Dreams

A twilight sun sinks low on the horizon
Light escapes as shadows creep forth
Clouds tremble in the death throes of day
Eyes pierce the velvet darkness and gloat

Moonbeams dance on the wings of fireflies
The breeze hums a tune hauntingly familiar
Thoughts begin to gather and circle in unison
Moon flowers open, a beacon of white light

A ghostly kiss on cheek, cool and mournful
Fingers dance on electric skin, shivers ripple
Her scent surrounds, sweet, overpowering
Memories shatter the stillness, tears flow

In my dreams she wants me
In my dreams she taunts me
In my dreams she haunts me
In my dreams I am lost to her

Copyright © 2014 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

Excitement Rising

This an erotic poem NSW and for over 18 years of age only.

Only the Beginning

Lips touch
Tongues explore
Taste
Bite
And devour

Sensations pulsate
Hands explore
Pinch
Pull
And grip

Moans escape
Lips replacing fingers
Nipples engorged
Tender
Teeth, rough and hard
Pain and pleasure pulsate

Her breath quickens
Her heart races
Her body trembles
Electric shocks surge
Expand
Vibrate
Flow

Musky scent fills the air
Encouraging him
Enveloping him
Guiding him

On her knees
Gazing up
Engulfing him
Feeling his body shudder
Giving her pleasure
Giving her control

Hand grips tight
Prolonging
Testing
Teasing
Pleasing

Feeling his heart race
Stroking with every beat
Lips feeling his heat
His hardness
His tenderness
Tongue tasting
Savoring

His head falls back
Warmth surrounds
Intense pleasure
Intense torture
Wanting release
Wanting more

Slowing her
Pausing her
Pain of release

Strong arms
Surrounding her
Holding her
Guiding her

Fingers exploring her
Fingers entering her
Hot and moist
Tight
She screams in delight
Fingers tasted
Needing more

Her hands roam
His fingers pinch
She squirms
Excitement rising
Begging for more

Tongue flicks out
Spreading tender folds
Pushing back gentle skin
Teeth biting tenderly
Nerves on fire
Wetness flows

Mouth surrounding
Tasting her
Savoring her
Loving her

Puling her legs up
Spreading
Exposing her
Wetness flows
Soaking into sheets

She gazes into his eyes
Looking deep
Reflecting desire
Wanting him now
She needs
She pleads

He squeezes
He teases
She spreads more
Fingers opening
Stretching
Begging

Entering her
She screams
Gripping him tight
Wave after wave
Flowing through her
Shaking and whimpering
Knowing
It is only the beginning

Copyright © 2014 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

Haiku Roundup Number 5

Noises faintly heard
Echoing near the edges
It’s time for breakfast

Darkness closes in
At the twilight of the day
Turns light on to read

Gentle sound of rain
Stillness with a melody
Seeps into your thoughts

The bluebell scent sways
Carried on a sunlit breeze
Forever in bloom

Lightening throws shadows
Wanderers in the darkness
Longing for silence

Smell of last night’s rain
The dawn chorus, loud and strong
I’ll have a lie in

Rain captured in time
Like tiny green pools of tears
Joy bursts forth freely

Clouds capture the sun
Leaves twinkle in gentle breeze
Beauty in times wake

Captured in your eyes
Words released with a smile
Ink flows, pages filled

Thunderheads circling
A rolling cacophony
Searching for silence

Whispers heard on stage
Their sorrows and dreams play on
Silhouettes of joy

Books, row upon row
Gentle soldiers of culture
Their words escape death

Billboards pass me by
Promising dreams for a price
Speed of traffic blurs

Heat of noonday sun
A stillness moves with the breeze
Thoughts darkened with time

Night air cool and calm
Clouds circle a shining moon
Exhale cares and woes

Awake but sleepy
A stretch, a groan starts the day
It’s only a dream

From the days of old
Grecian temple out of time
Wonders to explore

From royal drawers
Blast and knickers was the cry
Secrets now revealed

There once was silence
Nitrate flickered to times changed
Lights dimmed, words remain

A few words were said
Silence read from the pages
Truth can’t be hidden

Notes reverberate
Dancing upon live wires
Echoes of lost times

Heat of day released
Still air in twilight thickness
Cool darkness moves in

Woken in the night
Hushed voices heard, floorboards creak
Fuzzy mind races

CV, life’s story
Truth and nothing but the truth
Love reading fiction

A quiet Sunday
The sound of pages turning
Floating on the words

Searching memories
Photo album fills in gaps
Hidden, locked away

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Simple Words

The following poem is an explicit piece of erotica. NSFW and over 18 only.

Sensations

The blindfold covers all
Safe and warm
Comfort and calm
Sight gone
Other senses heightened

Whispered words excite
Arching head to hear
Velvety touch on cheek
Then gone
Gentle caress of breasts
Longing for more
Words spoken
Words of passion
Words to inflame
Words to free

Tongue across soft lips
More whispered voices
Light touch to thighs
Feeling the tingle spread
Moisture seeps out
Trickling down
Finger across swollen lips
Moan softly
Pressing forward
Painful teasing

Smell of musk
Finger to lips
Lips part
Tasting self
Greedy for more
Begging for more
Nipples bitten
Sharp pleasure darts
Wanting more
Denied

All is silent
Painfully so
Cries for more
Go unheard
Then a rustling sound
A sheet pulled across
Raw nerves responding
Sensations enveloping

Words echoing
Imagination flies
Images develop
Strengthen and multiply
Hands and fingers
Exploring, probing, caressing
Heightening the tension

On the edge
One touch more
His voice captivates
Caressing her mind
Caressing her body
Opening locked doors
Desires unleashed
Voice probing deep

Without touch
Only words and imagination
Passion escapes
In a thunderous roar
Wave upon wave
Courses through
Trembling and whimpering

Release continues
Enveloped in arms
Shaking and content
Waiting for these three words
“My good girl”

Copyright © 2014 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

 

Flicker Alley

Cecil Court in London has a long and illustrious history. It was once home to the early film industry – nicknamed Flicker Alley. Providing shop front premises for many important early film pioneers. Today it is home to mostly Antiquarian Booksellers.

I took this photo when I visited Cecil Court on 09 May 2014.

This is my Haiku homage to this magical place…

There once was silence
Nitrate flickered to times changed
Lights dimmed, words remain

 

Cecil Court

Cecil Court

 

 

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Haiku Roundup Number 4

 

Cars rush by outside
A pint in hand, oak beams glow
The past is so near

Thoughts begin to flow
Shaken from uncertainty
Whispered touch of lips

Push play, music starts
Echo emotions within
Time is Motionless

Angry voices raised
Words said before thoughts appear
Echoes of the past

Thoughts wander in fright
Shadows move into the light
Darkness captures all

Decisions are made
Without thought or care for you
Light flickers and dims

Twilight closing in
June is here, summer is here
Where are the long nights?

Echoes in my mind
Mending broken memories
Pain and joy unite

Wind rustles the leaves
Creaking limbs moan in protest
Saw and axe solves all

Outside all is still
In my head dark clouds converge
Could it be a dream?

Awake in the night
Searching for thoughts that comfort
Dreams will never rest

The dust devils dance
Grey rock bakes in noonday sun
Look on in wonder

Footsteps on the stairs
Sound echoes through empty halls
Thunder of silence

The curve of your neck
The gentle tone of your voice
Haunts me forever

Night has awoken
Darkness is still and silent
The howling wolf knows

Thoughts turn to 6 June
Echoes of the day remain
Their currents run deep

Noonday sun shines bright
Shadows short, yearning to stretch
To disappear in the night

Tears of joy run free
The light of dreams in your eyes
Hope, like rain cleanses

Light through frosted glass
Truth blurred, leaving doubt behind
Open and be free

Copyright © 2014 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

No Longer Lost in Time

The Sound of Light

Silence extends the darkness
Searching for forgotten lives
Thoughts fill gaps in memory
Words blot out the thoughts
Writing gives life to the words
Ink, like memories flow freely
Tears no longer lost in time
Sound of light breaks through

Copyright © 2014 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.