We have been with each other for a number more than three which is quite well grounded for a relationship as ours.
Do we count the years to guarantee us eternity, or rather regard the conscious events that made and make us one?
I beat my brains out every so often whether your intentions remained firm during the whole time you’re with me.
You tend to lose tender attachment in your behavior seemingly devoid of such ardent passion.
Thenceforth as far as this point, this single thought had
been emplaced in my memory that gets in the
way for me to make up my mind.
There are traces of uncertainty seen on the contours
of your face constantly reminding me if I’d totally
immerse my being wholeheartedly into your possession.
Still and all you create patches of affection here
and there causing me to daydream of roseate
tomorrows in addition to occasional pleasures and
endearment, paved a route destined – a road
to infinity.
Categories:
emplaced, emotions, feelings, love, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The Perfect Site
Emplaced in the shade of giant fruit trees:
Avocado, guava, orange and mango
Nature, harnessed for fresh cool breeze
From leaves and the wind in an endless tango
The canopy of leaves, thus formed above
By tree-to-tree branch intertwine;
A haven, e'en for the heart broken dove-
Clock-round shade, e'en in noon sunshine
Donning a rusty corrugated zinc hat
To the earth, inclined at forty five degrees
Our childhood holiday habitat
Her eaves, now hives for honey bees
Cloaked in red, sun-dried mud
Now beaten blue-black by the sun and rain
The heavily creviced walls, housing many a bud
This shadow of her former glory - my pain
The courtyard where to our greatest delight
Grandma told morally instructing moonlight tales
Barring the rotten chairs in direct sunlight
Had lost not much in other details
Twenty six years after her peaceful passing
Seeking seasonal escape to the country side
Grandma's house is once more a blessing
'Twill site the country home of my pride
Categories:
emplaced, emotions, fruit, grandmother, memory,
Form: Quatrain
This life is but a river
Flowing within it's meanders.
It's course is emplaced,
Though it can be defaced.
As in it may lead astray
To an awful wicked way.
Worry not my dearest,
If thou is but earnest.
For your meaning will gleam
With wholesome self-esteem.
Now paddle your canoe
With a sincere attitude.
Categories:
emplaced, wisdom,
Form: Rhyme
When the misery of this thing called life,
grasps your throat tightly from behind.
Think not of the troubles you’ve endured,
rather trust in yourself and you shall find.
Believe that you serve a higher purpose,
to which no other shoes could ever fulfill.
Have total faith in your personal beliefs,
and watch as this grief diminishes at will.
You are the most important aspect in life,
and your self-worth simply cannot be sold.
You hold the only key to your happiness,
so use it wisely before you become too old.
You see, I’ve lived my humble life for others
Daughter, just as I sadly see you doing too,
Please don’t lose sight of the beautiful spirit,
which illuminates the darkness because of you.
Remember to prosper and thrive continually,
for the gift you are could never be replaced.
Love and respect yourself with great honor,
and allow the rest of your life to be emplaced.
Categories:
emplaced, childhood, daughter, family, happiness,
Form: Rhyme
It seems I’ve traveled this path,
too many times to count.
A road which leads to nowhere,
mentally unable to dismount.
It was an easy route to follow,
for demands were not emplaced.
The only requirement needed,
was precious time to waste.
As I follow the road of surrender,
thoughts tease my mental state.
Is this the path I’m destined for,
and have I sealed this fate?
I should have turned around,
and taken an alternate route.
But rationalizing the purpose,
left me full of doubt.
The path less traveled is easier,
than walking towards one's goals.
The road which leads to nowhere,
always embraces this empty soul.
Categories:
emplaced, introspection, life, loss, sad,
Form: Rhyme
Is it a sin to say I hate you?
Even if this is how I feel?
Lack of remorse and empathy
Your reactions simply unreal
I was raised never to say this
With morals and values emplaced
But I cannot help to feel this
My life with you is such a total waste
I hate you more than anything
This feeling I cannot hide
You see it when I look at you
So foolish, tossing it to the side
I was raised to be better than this
And never to say hurtful things
A sin to me would be hiding
The hate inside and what it brings
So yes I definitely hate you
Everything little thing you portray
I hope you have a good back up plan
This trial is over, my life begins today
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Categories:
emplaced, husband, lost love, sad,
Form: Sonnet