| Page 87 The Poetry of Terri Lyn Stanfield |
| The Married Life So this is it The married life Dearly beloved Husband and wife I have to say It falls far short Of all the tales I've heard before I work all day Then I come home To find you there The TV on What's for dinner Is my greeting No, "Hi, honey" You don't meet me There at the door No hello kiss You say you're tired But what is this You're glove and bat Oh, you forgot That you're playing At the sandlot So fix something Easy and quick No need to slave I start to tick I'm a time bomb About to pop I have had it This will now stop When we get home It's time for us Nobody else And don't you fuss And I am not The only one Who can see that The housework's done You promised to Share all with me And this is how That it should be Fifty, fifty All of the way A partnership Starting today Terri Lyn Stanfield 11/19/2001 |
| Haunted House Mates It is a dark and stormy night My heart races in my chest The thunder sounds so very loud But I try my very best To keep my fear under control And not to let it best me But I am here, and all alone Forgive me is I'm testy The house is dark, the power's out And the phone, also, is dead The location, isolated And I slowly fill with dread I've heard the stories of this house The haunts, and the history How several tenants disappeared Still remains a mystery Even in the calmest weather This old house still creaks and groans With the violence of the storm It's filled with tortured moans I tell myself that it's the wind And I almost believe me Then laughter fills the empty space Otherworldly and eery I won't be scared away from here No matter how hard they try Though they may give me sleepless nights Maybe even make me cry The spirits here will have to share Whether they like it or not I love this house, I've payed my rent I'm not budging from this spot The moaning turns to shrieking The very foundation shakes Though it is what they're expecting I refuse to sit and quake I won't pretend I'm not afraid I'm scared nearly half to death But I have made my decision Then on my neck, a hot breath A spectral voice sounds in my ear Leave this place now, and you'll live But I'm not going anywhere Though something has got to give How about we share this homestead It's plenty big for us all No need for us to fight for it But if I have to, I'll brawl The house goes silent as a tomb And I wait for their decision Then once again, that ghostly voice Speaks in my ear their vision It sounds like lots of fun to me Though for any future guests Theirs' will be a frightening stay As my house mates try their best To scare them into fleeing here Witless and quite terrified As we all laugh at their retreat My wicked spirits, and I Terri Lyn Stanfield 11/20/2001 |