445 Quotes by Stewart Stafford

The Shadow Waltz by Stewart StaffordShe lays with me by night,Hewn from dark solitude,Without malice aforethought.Creaking springs as she crawls to me,In a frantic state,Babbling desperately about her pain.Nails caress my abdomen and chest,Strange warmth emanates from her,Then she rises.And is gone,Melting with the corner darkness again,Watching my slumber from the shadows.© Stewart Stafford, 2021. All rights reserved.

The Unknowable Scribe by Stewart StaffordBehind the looking glass,Lurks the trembling hand of deception,How deep it goes.Scratching worthlessly on the glass,Yet leaving diamond shavings in its wake,To ponder over endlessly.Question not, despise not,Seek no answers hereFor there are none to give.The cygnet is mooncalf,To the mighty swan,Cat's paw to catchpenny.Birther to birthing,A classification of bedding,To redress the baseness of our grindings.© Stewart Stafford, 2021. All rights reserved.

In Bastet's Thrall by Stewart StaffordA sight unseen,Eyes of feline green,Make me do their bidding.That whiskered mask,In adulation basks,Affection makes a killing.Great but small,In Bastet's thrall,It dares me with a licking.In regal fur,A seductive purr,And tail brazenly quitting.© Stewart Stafford, 2021. All rights reserved.

Man's Utopian dreams get circumvented through compromise and disappointment into a tolerable reality.

The Cavalier Servente by Stewart StaffordHer lover creepsOn stairs that creakTo where the mistress sleepsTo wet his beak. Affairs in the darkWhen matrimony is parkedA disloyal larkStarts the carnal spark. At break of dayThe cuckolder creeps awayFrom naughty playHe’s had his way.© Stewart Stafford, 2021. All rights reserved.

There's only one thing worse than never having found love, and that's finding it and having it taken away from you - then you truly know what you've lost.

Human knowledge is but a ripple on the water's surface. To go deeper, we must accept the fact that we don't know everything

O My Stars by Stewart StaffordSweet stars of my youthI have aged, but you have notAs a child, you were the wondrous dreams I aspired toIn later life, you were still so bitterly distantYet always mesmeric in your beautyWith awe and gratitude for your companionshipIf there is another side, you shall be the celestial shore I walk uponWith earthly depths beneathWhere others see and dream and reach up for you. © Stewart Stafford, 2020. All rights reserved.

Almost MyselfOn a twilight road, I met a young man with my face. A denizen of some distant dust devil in drifter denim. We stood and eyed each other, then, with a look of mutual disdain, we parted. Our backward glances were not narcissistic flirtation, but self-conscious reflection and surrender to the formality of the familiar. Against a backdrop of veined lightning and coyote song, I was alone again.