Searchin’

Gone Too Long

Shouts ring out all along The Boundary
Ghostly voices echoing from days gone by
Moments lost for ever, fading to twilight
Lost my girl and my dreams somewhere along the way

Packin’ up what cares I have left
Saying goodbyes with tearful reminders
I’ll be on that morning train headin’ south
Gonna leave this dead end, good for nothing town

There was a time that nothing but you mattered
Getting lost in your arms and favoured charms
Knowing our love would last forever
But even forever ends someday

Gotta get out before tears take hold
Before time passes and my poor heart breaks
I’ll be walking toward the horizon from now on
Searchin’ for forgotten dreams gone too long

Copyright © 2015 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

Gone Too Long

Memories You Once Had

This week’s poem for Facebook Group: Poetry in Motion.

Moments

Carefree school days
Long summer nights
Magical Christmas mornings
And becoming lost in a book
Are memories you once had

Excitement of your fist kiss
Followed by heartbreaks
Getting your first job
And moving out on your own
Are memories you once had

Finding the love of your life
Happiness on your wedding day
Making a home for both of you
And planning for the future
Are memories you once had

Holding your first born
Joy of her first steps
First day of school
And all those other “firsts”
Are memories you once had

Sleepless nights as she grew up
Full of pride on graduation day
Sadness when she left home
And tears on her wedding day
Are memories you once had

Delight in holding your grandson
Devastated when your parents passed away
Growing old surrounded by those you love
And the pain of loosing your beloved
Are memories you once had

Confused as past moments fade
Feeling scared and all alone
Familiar faces are now strangers
And you are no longer safe at home
….are memories you now have

Copyright © 2015 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved

Moments

Time Slips Away

Here is my poem for last weeks picture prompt for Facebook Group: Poetry in Motion.

The Glow of Limelight

A concrete tomb of memory surrounds
Thoughts and past life roams free here
The dancer stares into empty space
For the briefest moment time slips away

Fifty years ago, it seems forever now
On a lighted stage she showed them how
A Sleeping Beauty like none had ever seen
Soon to be destined for the silver screen

Movements made with delicate precision
Then a moment of doubt and indecision
A fragile mind that could not be controlled
Reckless terrors took their gripping hold

Lost in a pit of self loathing and destruction
When all cries for help meet with obstruction
Ending on a deserted road one dark rainy night
Never again to dance in the glow of limelight

Fifty years ago on a lighted stage she showed them how
Remembering aching limbs and flowing perspiration
With memories of applause she takes her final bow
Exit stage right, Sleeping Beauty dances forevermore

Copyright © 2015 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

The Glow of Limelight

Silhouetted Dreams

Corrupted Words

Silhouetted dreams frozen in moonlight
Shrouded in mist, forgotten and forsaken
Sullen and forlorn, yearning for release
Spiralling memories dance before my eyes

Desires locked in delicate disguise
Passions creep from knowing eyes
Whispered dreams escape in a kiss
As moistened lips part with a sigh

A gentle breeze stirs a silent twilight
Shadows fade into silvery moonlight
Rage burns in the early morning sun
Lost in a velvet darkness without you

Rousing thoughts long at rest in sadness
Tainted lives lost in a trail of inked tears
Sorrow pours forth in corrupted words
Breathe in experience, exhale imagination

Copyright © 2015 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

Corrupted Words

Washing Dreams Away

Smiling Eyes

It was a fairy tale romance
Right out of books of old
Two meeting in the dark of night
Parting before the morning light

She knew what he needed
She knew how to tease him
She knew how to please him

Darkest desires straining for release
Rapturous innocence breaking free
Flowing from smiling eyes
And tender quivering thighs

He knew what she wanted
He knew how to kiss her
He knew how to touch her

It was her desire
It was her pleasure
It was her release

Giving everything and leaving nothing behind
Lost in twilight that washes dreams away
Frozen laughter stifled by misplaced passion
Sentenced to darkness without reprieve
Obsessed with words that deceive

She will never forget
She will never forgive
She will never be free

Lost in sorrow
Lost in pain
Lost in tears

Copyright © 2015 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

Smiling Eyes

Echoes Remain

The following poem was written for Debra Lane‘s Picture Challenge that she is hosting on her Blog Words Across the Ocean. To jump directly to all the poems for the challenge click on #PicturePromptChallenge. Below is my entry and below that is said picture.

Hollowed Out Dreams

Hovering between the sky and moon
Twilight lingers and becomes imprisoned
As dusty velvet curtains are pulled back
Revealing torment and darkness beyond

The theatre of a once vibrant life lies silent
Only echoes remain on the empty stage
An ever fading moon weeps into the mist
As shadows wander aimlessly in the gloom

Passions shelter in hollowed out dreams
Decaying desires lay strewn in the wings
A spectre of loss circles endlessly
Temptation and regret soaks the fabric of being

Waiting for the audience that never came
For the playwrights that forgot their lines
Once expectant eyes now stare back in reproach
Desolate and alone, longing for the final curtain call

Copyright © 2015 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved

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Once Vibrant

Sharing Stories

Cast out from time’s fickle ways
Currents have stilled
Silence envelops in its tight embrace
Thoughts and memories evaporate

Limestone, row upon row
Moss dripping down
Centuries old, weather worn
Chiselled words fade with time

Once vibrant and clear
Names now misplaced
All but forgotten and lost forever
Scribbled in a dusty register

The roaring cry of grief muffled
Light slips away
Sadness washed into the darkness
Stillness surrounds and comforts

Tears gathered in remembrance
Sharing stories
Inward feelings of loss suppressed
As a life is rejoiced

Copyright © 2015 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

Passions Embraced

This week’s poem for the Facebook Group Poetry in Motion, a picture prompt (see below): 

A Journey of Awakening

Life lived in seclusion, a comfort of sorts
Moments lost forever but never forgotten
Lost in a wilderness of self doubt and fear
Born from rejection and feeding on pain

A heart broken and torn from a jilted love
Left standing alone, lost in bewilderment
Habit and rosary replace wedding finery
Life of devotion for many, never for self

Prayer and study fade into the distance
Thoughts longing for ungodly caresses
Memories surface and the body yearns
Hidden desires creep forth in the night

Alone, exploring mind and body freely
Repressed passions flow in the darkness
Unholy thoughts move into the daylight
Searching for that kindred spirit to share

Hushed voices begin a journey of awakening
Habits of old discarded as sacred oaths shed
New holy vows exchanged with a silent kiss
Secret desires freed and passions embraced

Darkness ebbs away as starlight fills their eyes
The sweet scent of flowers in bloom surrounds
Floating on a feeling of euphoria and calmness
Born in pain a life in seclusion blossoms again

Copyright © 2015 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

A Journey of Awakening

The Enchanted Forest

The following poem was inspired by the photo below. Sarah Ward Smith (Twitter: @theodoremoo) sent me the photo and asked if I would write a poem about it. This is what happened…

Forgotten Tales

A gently breeze echoes through the enchanted forest
The moon and stars are muted with billowing clouds
And half remembered tales linger among silent trees
Their words trapped in darkness searching for home

As twilight falls excited voices erupt into the night
Chilled with fear as they wander aimlessly onward
Thoughts glimpsed in the distance just out of sight
Distorted views encircle as perception is narrowed

Imagination rustles the damp carpet of pine needles
Sadness and doubt circle as a low lying mist rolls in
Whispered words from lost fables breathe once more
Releasing tormented memories in a thunderous roar

A blood red cloak hangs, dripping with tears of rage
Discarded and unrecognized, a symbol of innocence
Anguished souls united in their struggle for freedom
Imprisoned in the enchanted forest by the rising sun

Copyright © 2015 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

Forgotten Tales