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

Clear Starry Nights and the Northern Lights

The following poem (with some minor re-writing) was one of my poems chosen for last years (2014) National Poetry Day competition at Bedfordshire Libraries. The theme was “Remember”. These are “memories” from growing up in Northern Ontario, Canada.

Stars and Fireflies

No matter how far I go I’ll always remember
Long summer days and dark autumn nights
Cold winter snow and wood burning stoves
Clear starry nights and the Northern Lights

Memories flow through child eyes of days long ago
Those lazy days and clear blue skies
Sound of crickets through the window screen
As stars and fireflies light cool dark nights

Wild strawberries, raspberries and blueberries
Stained fingers and lips, the tell tale signs of joy
Leaving just enough for winter preserves
While waiting for apples to ripen and fall

Lying on soft grass staring into starry skies
Northern Lights shifting in midnight breezes
With the Northern Star shining bright
As the Milky Way arches through the night

Buzzing mosquitoes search through the night
As black flies crawl beneath bed clothes and bite
Crackling voices heard from a crystal radio set
“The Shadow” and eerie sounds from outer space

Smell of fresh cut hay drying in fields
Sitting atop a creaking split rail fence
Waiting for a chance to steer the tractor just once
Getting bored when the opportunity never came

Summer holidays came and went too fast
School busses ran with September rain
Morning mists shroud low lying fields
As burning leaves choke cooling air

Rare autumn warmth and cinnamon float by
Apple, blueberry, rhubarb and pumpkin pie
Ready for giving thanks and the town dance
Wood split and piled, cord next to double cord

Late October looms, trick or treating in the rain
Pillowcases filled with spoils, we run for home
Emptied on the hearth rug, to all an equal share
Rolling thunder echoes as autumn storms set in

A leak in the roof–split-splat–into an old sauce pan
Rain pours down; more drops hit the hot cook stove
Sizzling and bubbling, scurrying to the edge, hissing
Protesting the heat and journey through shingled roof

Rain turns to snow and warmth to bitter cold
Trees stand bare having shed their coat of leaves
Shivering in mid-winter winds, covered in snow
A white halo twinkling in mid-morning light

Flakes fall morning, noon and night, collecting
Soft, fluffy snow perfect for snowball fights
Forts made, sides chosen, battles lost and won
Snow continues to fall as days blend and blur

Fresh pine needles carpet bare wooden floors
Their sweet scent foretelling joys of Christmas day
Waking in early morning to heavy snow falling
With the smell of roast turkey and pumpkin pie

As carols play on the radio, to the tree we all did run
Handmade socks and woollen hats for one and all
Colouring books and Matchbox trucks just for me
Singing songs and feasting all the day long

Sitting by the fire, making toast from wood coals
Strong winds blow as snow piles up outside
December fades and pine needles cleared
Warm fires roar as dark nights became colder

In February days become longer and nights shorter
Sunny days of March warm thawing ground and trees
Sweet tasting sap starts to rise, tapped and gathered
Boiled down to make sweet golden maple syrup

Exposed rocks, heated by morning sun
Snakes roused from winter bathe in the warmth
Lilies break the surface and begin to bloom
Leaves sprout as summer rolls round again

No matter how far I go I’ll always remember
Long summer days and dark autumn nights
Cold winter snow and wood burning stoves
Clear starry nights and the Northern Lights

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

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Love’s First Blush

Lanterns in the Sky

Under the spell of love’s first blush
Like a shot of an adrenaline rush
We were young, we were strong
Without fear it was wrong

Driving down the coast
Radio playing memories
Of summertime romance
Did we have a chance
When it came to our dance?

It’s not just a teenage love song
On the patio with lanterns in the sky
Our love was just a song away
Sharing a kiss before we said goodbye

Thinking how it used to be
Those times are close to me
For the love we could not suppress
And the softness of your caress

The heat of your touch
The beat of your heart
The rush of your breath
The mist in your eyes

When you walk into a room
With the scent of your perfume
Words flow from my heart
Hoping never to depart

You take off your dress
In the cool of the night
No need to assume
For a love we will consume

Thinking how it used to be
Those times are close to me
For the love we could not suppress
And the softness of your caress

The heat of your touch
The beat of your heart
The rush of your breath
The mist in your eyes

Under the spell of love’s first blush
Like a shot of an adrenaline rush
We were young, we were strong
Without fear it was wrong

Thinking how it used to be
Those times are close to me
For the love we could not suppress
And the softness of your caress

The heat of your touch
The beat of your heart
The rush of your breath
The mist in your eyes

The softness of your lips
The touch of your finger tips
The sweet smell of your embrace
Our bodies entwine and move in rhythm

Blessings of your caress
Darkness moves in a trance
Our bodies become one
To the tune of a slow dance

Thinking how it used to be
Those times are close to me
For the love we could not suppress
And the softness of your caress

The heat of your touch
The beat of your heart
The rush of your breath
The mist in your eyes

Driving down the coast
Radio playing memories
Of summertime romance
Did we have a chance
When it came to our dance?

Copyright © 2013 Shawn D. Standfast & James Day. All rights reserved.

Rambling Thoughts

The Silent Forest

As my delirium takes hold I find myself all alone
With mute surprise I wander aimlessly through a silent forest
Grotesque spirits shrouded in shimmering haze hover in the distance
A cold shudder ripples over me with every breath I take
Then in front of me, a shining moonflower appears in full bloom
Its sweet scent fills my nostrils and transports me far away

Rambling thoughts pour forth into a murky unknown
Ivy clad memories tremble in solemn moonlight
Decaying moments are strewn everywhere in abstract abandon
Desires shriek as writhing shadows dance with licentious rhythm
And I am caught in a rhapsody of conflicting emotion
Tossed upon a sea of lost passion and forgotten dreams

Wave after wave of missed opportunities wash over me
In echo of a life torn asunder – times past thunder all around
Suddenly, stillness descends and a velvet blackness envelopes me
As the darkness takes hold I am alone again in the silent forest
Clouds have covered the sky, blinding moon and stars
A shiver runs through me as the moonflower silently closes

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

The above poem was published in The Sirens Call June 2015.

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Prelude to Shadows

Anticipation sparks imagination
Melody of dreams create magic
Lost fragments form memories
Life undeniable and timeless

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

#PoetryInMotion

Poetry in Motion is a prompt based group using words and/or pictures as inspiration. In the poem above I have incorporated most of the word prompts (and a few linking words) used over the past few months:

LOST
PRELUDE
SHADOWS
ANTICIPATION
SPARKS
IMAGINATION
MELODY
DREAMS
MAGIC
FRAGMENTS
MEMORIES
LIFE
UNDENIABLE
TIMELESS

Prelude to Shadows

Spellbound in Darkness

Silent Moments

Conversations bubble as seats taken
Hush descends, lights slowly dim
Orchestra pit lamps illuminate shadows
Stillness overtakes as anticipation rises

Music fills the air with excited promise
Curtains part, a column of light appears
Smoke is caught and whirls endlessly
Flickering images appear on the screen

Title cards announce a tale of woe
Of love, heartache, tears and laughter
A dashing hero, a beautiful heroine
The dastardly villain bent on revenge

Romance told in visual vignettes
Music plays to action unfolding
Restrained melodies serenading lovers
Thunderous crescendo for the villain

With the sound of silence ever near
Transported to a place of wonder
When faces spoke and we listened
A world of shadow and light

Those far off days of glamour
Old Hollywood frozen in time
Dreams in silhouette survive
Forever spellbound in darkness

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

Silent Moments

Spanning Time

This is a re-write on an earlier poem. To read the original click HERE

A Lonesome Survivor

Its shapely leaves adorned heads of ancient kings
Provided shade for lovers on long summer days
Sheltered travellers through cold winter nights
A resolute beacon in an ever changing landscape

Scared by the embrace of a hangman’s noose
Grown strong from blood of lives lost long ago
Sired generations that built ships of the line
Framed buildings and bridges spanning time

On a windswept hilltop stands a solitary oak tree
Old and weary this majestic sentinel silently waits
Bark gnarled and twisted, bursting with memories
A lonesome survivor of rituals from a bygone age

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

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The Bowthorpe Oak in Bourne, Lincolnshire, England. Photo by Beth Moon.

 

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

A Silhouette of Dreams

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

The Melody of Rain

With a minstrel’s heart she sings
Passions flow from knowing lips
Fingers caress with gentle touch
Caught in a silhouette of dreams

Moonlight moves toward slumber
Storm clouds choke morning light
Melody of rain mingles with music
And shadows dance in silver mists

In my minds eye over in an instant
But a lifetime felt on body and soul
Desires released and free to wander
A perfect moment of unending bliss

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

The Melody of Rain

Sleepless Nights

Clouds Linger

Lost in thought
Where does time go?
Searching for answers
Finding only questions
Leaving accusations behind
Forever in doubt

Looking toward the past
Hoping for a future
Trapped in between
With no where to go
From sleepless nights
Dreams are rekindled

Once choices were easy
Youthful days long ago
Energies ran free
Passions held firmly
Paths were clear
Now clouds linger

Weary but unbroken
Choices still remain
Fewer than before
But there nonetheless
Time to collect things forgotten
Before they’re gone forever

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

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