Samples / Excerpts

Signs and Times

You say: Wrong place—wrong time,

Maybe: Wrong place—not right time,

Not right place—but wrong time?

I say: This's right place—right time,

In times and places,

What is the time?

Where is the place

For right not wrong?

Is this like signs

Tearing up the scenery;

What about my mind?

Don't what?

I can read the sign!

Oh—Signs of the time?

What’s wrong is not right,

Lord, I will sing this song!

Fight for what’s right

Correct what's wrong!

In all times and places

Oh, salvation!

Please, be alright,

And make it—

On time!

© Joseph, October 11, 2008

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Amazing Grace

The soul whom the Son sets free

is free indeed,

Unlocking the rusting shackles

of oppression,

Allowing life’s amazing grace

to shine with His embrace,

Transformation of soul’s darkness

to light’s brightness,

The uplifting revelation of God’s

truth of freedom,

His extraordinary and infinite power

shining love every hour,

Preservation and hope for life

His love abound, no strife

How sweet the sound—

Wrapped in His embrace

Singing Amazing Grace!

© Joseph S. Spence, Sr. 3/1/07
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Yummy Breakfast (Epulaeryu)

Bacon, eggs, toast on the side
This breakfast is nice
Not one drop going to waste
Black coffee to taste
Biscuits and gravy
Buttered grits?
Yum!

© Joseph S. Spence, Sr. 2/9/06
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Comments: This is dedicated to the yummy breakfast lovers. There are many who just love to have a great breakfast before work, and some will have a late one during work. Breakfast is such an important meal. I just love it! The taste is so tantalizing to many. Enjoy the treat!

 Errata Poem

When I say ice cream read I scream

When I say consonant read son of ant

When I say insinuate read in sin you ate

When I say four candles read fork handles

When I say mint spy read mince pie

When I say greénhouse read green hoúse

When I say bláckboard read black boárd

When I say mesher read measure

When I say Alpine read alpine

When I say vowel read dish towel

When I say Homophone read home on phone

When I say Polish read polish

When I say phonology read phone allergy

When I say i.c.u. read I see you

When I say Lent read lent

When I say Turkey read turkey

When I say euthanasia read youth in Asia

When I say depreciate read deprecate

When I say farther read further

When I say collision read collusion

When I say endocentric read exocentric

When I say pharynx read larynx

When I say thought read though

When I say phonemic read phonetic

When I say weather read whether

When I say China read china

When I say call on phones read allophones

When I say stuffy nose read stuff he knows

"A person's tongue is a twisty thing, there are plenty of words there of every kind, and

the range of words is wide, and their variation." -- HOMER, The Iliad

© Joseph, October 4, 2008

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  Angel Beauty (Double Reversed Tetractys)

She is the angel who walks in the light

Her sight melts hearts

Her beauty

And smile

Charm

Brings

Such joy

With a touch

Smells like a rose

Enlightening hearts with precious joy and love!

 

© Spencej 9/7/06

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        Infectious Flower

My once precious flower,

Your fragrance has plateau:

The beetles lurking in the dark,

and crawling with the thrust

of the wind when it’s light

are mischievous, and they have

no love within their hearts.

Enveloping the essence of

your core, and your once flourishing

inner beauty; they have uncovered

your shining passion of lost light,

which was once a light that shineth,

thus, thy once lovable soul—

they now consume!

© Joseph, October 15, 2008

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Glory on High

Believe it and achieve it

Look at it and go for it

Heads up

Shoulders back

Eyes open

Reach for it

Motivation high

Aspiration toward the sky

Inspiration never dies

Barriers down

Ceilings crashed

Mountains moved

Ain’t going back

Heading for the top!

 © Joseph S. Spence, Sr., 10/3/06

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Author’s Comments:  This is dedicated:  To those with the burning spirit. Don’t be hoodwinked into mediocrity.  Shake it off and move up; you can do it!

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Your Time Has Come (Prose Poetry)

Your time has come like the rising sun.  Stand up for life created by God’s love as the dove descends from above.  He has a plan for you to be one with Him as He is with you thus making you brand new.  Your life should be more than just the ordinary existence, let Him strengthen you as your soul runs the distance.  Be filled with His spirit and let your light shine.  Manifest His joyful glory and overcome obstacles in His name while unto Him you render an acclaim.  Move ahead and be the lighthouse of strength without relenting; thus ascending from the bottomless pit into His eternal light of creation. Experience the fullness of your destiny with God in the middle of your future.  Build your foundation in His word and spirit.  Empower your soul with His tenacity; He will determine your capacity.  Be anointed by His grace and experience the reality of not just a dream.  A light lit for living liturgy. He has you covered with His Holy Spirit.  Now step out—your time has come!

© Joseph S. Spence, Sr. 2/1/07
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While You Were Asleep

While you were asleep,
I held your tiny hands in my own,
and meditated on the warmth I found
therein.

While you were asleep,
my eyes happened upon yours
and a strong feeling came forth
from within.

While you were asleep,
I wrote poetry
and thoughts
such as the world has never seen.

While you were asleep
my little brother,
the Cherubic King.
I was afraid to breath.
for fear that this might all be a dream....

While you were asleep.


Author’s Comments:  This is a replica of a poem I wrote about my brother, Jonathan, during one of my visits when he was a toddler. I can’t find the original with the date on it though...

enjoy!

© Joseph S. Spence, Jr.

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