TlStanfieldPg77

Love's Dirge

I look at you
Across the way
And wonder how
We reached this day
Full of anger
At loggerheads
The love we felt
Completely dead
As your lawyer
Argues with mine
My mind goes back
A bit in time
To when we were
So much in love
Happy, content
And so sure of
The love we had
We knew it'd last
So how did things
Go bad so fast
We passed the point
At which we could
Repair the hurt
Love died for good
And now we're here
The court decides
Who should get what
Opposing sides
Of council state
Their layed out plan
For division
Each sure they can
Get the most for
Us, their clients
Going at it
Like mad giants
While you and I
Try not to look
At each other
Or give in to
The urge to speak
To shout, to rant
To reunite
Because we can't
The love is gone
But memories
Can make it seem
That it still breathes
But it is dead
And we are through
And our parting
Is long past due

Copyright � 5/27/2001 Terri Lyn Stanfield
All Rights Reserved

I Don't Like Spiders

In the land of creepy crawlies
The spider reigns supreme
At just the sight of one them
One feels the urge to scream
So sneaky, and so agile, too
They lurk there in the dark
Waiting for some poor innocent
To hit their pre-planned mark
And then they pounce with wicked glee
Upon their poor victim
Who goes down like a ton of bricks
Just like a horse'd kicked em
Screaming, flailing, acting insane
Defeated by a bug
While in the throes of phobia
It crawls onto the rug
When someone comes to see what's wrong
You're looking like a fool
You hurriedly jump to your feet
And try hard to look cool
You say that it was a spider
Far bigger than your hand
It's fangs were at least an inch long
But, no, you hadn't ran
You'd stayed and fought the nasty beast
Too bad it got away
Alas, just then the thing appears
Belying all you say
It's not as big as a quarter
Harmless looking indeed
Still, you take great satisfaction
Crushing it with your feet
You walk away feeling just fine
You've won the spider war
Until the next battle comes round
But then, who's keeping score

Copyright � 5/28/2001 Terri Lyn Stanfield
All Rights Reserved

Working Place Blues 2

I wish I was in the position
To tell my boss where to go
To tell her exactly what I think
But that's fantasy, I know
I need this job, I have bills to pay
Responsibilities to meet
But what I wouldn't give if I
Could dump it at her feet
But quitting is not an option
Retirement's far away
So my drudgery continues
From day to day to day
The job itself is not so bad
It has its own rewards
But I can't stand the politics
The managers, the boards
The rules that we know nothing of
The secrets that they keep
The scapegoats, and the whipping boys
The fallout that we reap
I keep saying their day will come
They'll get there just desserts
But all this trash, day in, day out
It really, truly hurts

Copyright � 5/30/2001 Terri Lyn Stanfield
All Rights Reserved

Nothin Nice

You dare to call me sentimental
Not me, I'm bad to the bone
Don't you go spouting no mushy stuff
Keep that junk for you own
Ain't got no time for sugar coating
Sweet talk just ain't for me
I'm mean and tough, rough and ready
Just keep that up, you'll see
Call me a mushball one more time
You're treading on thin ice
This is your very last warning
It won't be nothin nice
I've got a rep to uphold
And mush ain't got no part
So don't expect any mercy
From this cold, wicked heart

Copyright � 5/31/2001 Terri Lyn Stanfield
All Rights Reserved