One summer in our youth group was a boy
I met. How I would love to understand
if what he’d felt was equal to the joy
that bloomed in me when he caressed my hand.
His elfin features feminine and fine
revealed him to be prettier than me.
His legs and trunk seemed half the width of mine
and deeper than his skin his delicacy.
He fretted, changed his moods; and ulcers grew
inside him. Once atop a ferris wheel
he vomited, and I was young and knew
that we were through. . . but how he’d made me feel!
Oh, where is John? I ask; no one can say.
We’d never really kissed. . . Had he been gay?
Where I grew up, a gent was hard to find
who shared my faith, and so I launched my search
for someone who was handsome, good and kind
at monthly dances sponsored by my church.
Across the river lived a Mormon guy,
tall, blue-eyed, intelligent and sweet.
I was sort of wild; he was shy,
but at a youth event we planned to meet.
Although at every chance we kissed and cuddled,
I sensed he thought I’d bring him to perdition.
I was his “Bathsheba” left befuddled.
Then later, Alvin went and served his mission.
So what if Mr. Perfect let me go?
He drove and spoke and moved annoyingly slow!
Eduardo was a Spaniard from Madrid.
I met him on my study there abroad.
I won’t list all the many things he did,
but I’ll attest that some of them were odd.
Eduardo was “muy guapo,” (very cute),
But still he was concerned that he was not
some burly hulk, so jackets to a suit
he wore downtown in June when it was hot!
And once, though I could not catch every word,
he had with his own mom an argument.
His threat to take his clothes off was absurd,
but when she screamed, I knew he was indecent.
I’d closed my eyes; I should have sneaked a peek. . .
I then could give a more complete critique!
*I have entered these in the This Poem Really S##ks Contest of Jerry T. Curtis with one of my first sonnet trilogies I wrote back in 2002. I was in a poetry club at this time, and after posting each sonnet of the trilogy separately, I received a very rude message which was posted anonymously to me. The note basically rejoiced that I would not be showing any more sonnets like these and told me they stunk. What is strange is that it was a private club and it had to be somebody I knew that had hated either me or the poems so much that he made an effort to reach me by some account that was not even recognized by the club (Only I could see the message. nobody else would see it). I'll never know who sent me that email, but it was my first time to be criticized in a rude manner. I have had a few other occasions since, but this was my first one. Are the sonnets that bad? You tell ME!!
In a field of daisies, bathed in a perfume
of wild roses, clover and ocean brine,
you and me in the early afternoon
drinking Kool Aid, pretending its wine,
and sharing left over crumbs with a few tiny ants,
that scurry across a thread barren cloth
that has spent years in a trunk with a moth,
While we eat a meal fit for a King and Queen-
Periwinkles, Dulse and canned Sardines-
treasures from the Great Atlantic Sea,
while the rolling waves break on the rocks below
this field where so many daisies grow
He loves me, he loves me not, my daisy flies away,
And only Jimmy and the wind will ever know.
Written: June 9th, 2014
This was my first picnic with my first love - We were 6 or 7 years old at the time.
I may slap you, curse you, smack you
Don’t get too serious honey, its monthly fun
I am PMS ing and my trauma is true
Be my gentleman and Pass My Shotgun
I may hate your friends and knock them down
Be any handsome man or cute chick
Don’t get them here when I am around
I am PMS ing, People Make me Sick
I may laugh out loud at your silly jokes
And the very next moment won’t find them funny
That catastrophic emotional trauma pokes
I am PMS ing, its Psychotic Mood Shift honey
Every month, within me I sense this ruinous storm
It’s not me honey, this phantom is Premenstrual Syndrome
My darling enigma, my dove
You’re the epitome of my love
Your smile shines at me pearly white
Pale skin shines and glints in the light
Silken locks, obsidian flow
Eyes just like ice, crystalline glow
Peals of laughter ring like a bell
Enchant me; I’m under your spell
You walk with a musical flow
Tiptoeing with softness through snow
But, alas, you open your mouth
Utter tripe spilling out
If only you’d keep your mouth shut.
(Love from Anonymous)
Shall I compare thee to your mother's arse?
Thou aren’t more lovely, but more flatulent.
Rough winds do shake it; and bring on a farce
And all her clothes hath all too short a rent
Sometime too hot-headed of hell doth burn,
And often is the true nature exposed;
And every foul from fowl; my stomach churns,
By reason, or by nature's raging closed.
But thy infernal diet shall ne’er start
Nor gain possession of which now I grasp;
Nor shall we meet again; let’s stay apart,
When in eternal sounds the voice does rasp,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can cry,
So long lives this, and I bid thee goodbye.
"If I feel physically,
as if the top of my head been taken off,
I know it's poetry."
No money no honey from this honey
You may look but won’t rub this fine tummy;
That maybe so, but I ain’t no dummy
Shining like gold—don’t you touch this Emmy!
Pay gone, drunk, smoky, come acting thuggy,
Don’t treat me like an Egyptian mummy;
You have nerves to tell me I look yummy
Step back—know that I will not be chummy!
Say what, you will find another bunny?
Git, to your saloon playing gin rummy;
Tonight I’m keeping safe my sweet plumy
Leave—before I pull my New York Jimmy!
Swiftly, before doorknob hit your bunny,
Shuggy—I ain’t got time tonight bummy!
© Joseph, November 28, 2008
© All Rights Reserved
Poetry Soup International Poetry Contest
Semi-finalist Selection, Jan. 2009.
Poetry Soup Weekly Featured Poem
Sunday, May 24, 2009, to May 31, 2009
Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine;
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.
Mystery, it clouds your form
Ecstasy, it keeps us warm
The dance has begun, with but us two
I'll take your hand, I'll walk with you
Take me to depths in the sea of love
Go with me further, never enough
I'll breathe in your perfumed scent
You intoxicate, invade my head
Give in to your senses, here we go
Follow me now, let your heart take control
Our time is short, and death is nigh
To mountains and peaks, we must fly
Leave life behind in our own world
Get away from it all, run with me, my pearl
Forget all your troubles, walk in the moonlight
Gaze into my eyes, stay with me tonight
We need not fear, we must venture on
Forsake loneliness, drink in our love's song
Pure angel of dawn, you've stolen my heart
You illuminate me, pierce the dark
Your purity, it leaves me numb
Your beauty, where does it come from?
I long to touch your smooth, soft skin
To stroke your hair, give you everything
To pull you into my embrace
To hear you breathe, to see your face
To feel your heart beat softly with mine
To hold you tightly, leave reason behind
To draw you in, to taste your kiss
All heartbreak gone, nothing amiss
I'd lose myself inside your eyes
Stay in love forever, mesmerized
Run away with me, barefoot in the sand
Walk by my side, rule all the lands
Hear our hearts beating with love so wild
Our heads spinning with passion, my child
There's untamed joy we can't contain
Hypnotizing ardor we can't explain
I'm Romeo, will you be Juliet?
We can share a bond we'll never forget
We can clasp hands in the twilight
Hold each other, day and night
We can be alone, just me and you
Our souls entwined, you know it's true
We can do anything, if you'll take faith
I'll protect you, I'll keep you safe
We can be together eternally
We can live forever – so come with me
Love at first bite
Lustfully he grins, devotedly she stares,
A scene awfully to familiar in the showbiz of life.
Starring, a veteran actor and naïve lass with a body full of strife.
Yes, her body is rebellious but her apparent eyes leave her soul bare.
Her body could make no false decisions as it moves seductively.
Decisions that attract both timid and masculine spectators,
Lurking in the shadows, tamely veiled like domestic predators,
Bearing intentions set out objectively.
Before she could put her guards up, she`s knocked off her feet,
Obediently invaded by thorn stem roses,
With sweet scented poses.
It was the making of a perfect scene, a flawless hit.
The camera stopped rolling; the lead actor was no more.
There were no goodbyes, only a residue remained when he left.
She searched the vacant chambers of her heart, she`d been a victim of theft.
Suddenly her limbs were rhythm-less, she was engulfed by the floor.
What she savoured was the bitter fruit of spite,
Contracted, from love at first bite.
Lovely flower, how thee shines so brightly,
But what hath you be, when the sun must fall?
The sun must cease shining e'er so slightly,
Then the sunset be your beauty's last call
What happens when your morning dew has dried?
Sprinkled reflection of morning passes
What when the sunlight's golden hue has died,
And you're all alone in dying grasses?
What will you be, when your stem has turned brown?
And there's no set of eyes to admire?
What when your lovely blue petals fall down,
And there's nothing left of you to desire?
Your beauty shall forever be the past,
And this death of your color be the last~
I never will forget in junior high
this girl who was a two-faced friend of mine.
I can’t remember now the reason why,
but she got mad for something asinine.
She said, “I’m gonna beat you up! Be at
the park, beside the water tower.” She
then told me, “Bet you won’t show up.” That brat
was MEAN! All day I fretted needlessly
of what could be a real bad episode!
So after school with my best friend, I went
And waited for that witch; she never showed!
With great relief, I then began to vent
to my best friend of things that we could do
to that “tough girl” - a chicken through and through!
*True story & dedicated to my junior high school foe, who later
went on to marry (and then divorce) the brother of my BEST friend!
To read more about what happened later on with me and her, please
view "ABOUT THIS POEM" which can be seen by clicking in the left hand
corner above the title of a poem.
For Carol Brown's Poetry Contest: ORNERY BEST FRIENDS
Like skin stretched over broken bones, so tight
But does he know the hold of love's imprint?
Last to dream, first to fall from morning's light
To say to love was only first intent
His voice alone; bind me there forever
With the first man to provoke but my best
Disregarding pains - stabs - to endeavor
'Til the day my love is his to detest
And though he only feels but lovers start
The feeling of what may or may not be
I only dream some day I'll fill his heart
Only then he'll feel deepest love for me-
He'll wake with no crossing from life and dream,
And see love's much more than what it may seem.
Together they live happily forever
in a life filled with sorrows and sadness
they will be together, always never
excluded from reality for life
Forever or never they live to cry,
away they will be gone with but a knife
the choice to live happily or to just die
A knife or life, forever or never
a quarrel, a death, leaving one alone
he lies on the ground, a knife in his heart
a plan, a scheme, its never to be known
She says to herself "we must never part"
Now two dead hearts lie, killed with the same knife
Why? Was it love or just a wast of life?
Baby, you remind me of a bunny,
sweet loyal and trustworthy
you always make life funny
when we're not together, i miss you badly,
you notice things no other man bothers to notice,
when i look into your blue eyes i see the true me,
my exes made me feel worthless
that's why i believe in our family,
when we speak i feel the love
when you smile at me i could swim in your dimples
our hands fit together as snug as gloves
and one hug from you makes life seem simple
I'm so happy you are my boyfriend
i never want this relationship to end.
My love, what shall you leave me with tonight?
What words are there to mend my broken heart?
Will our love be repaired with morning light,
Oh, or will nightfall be our last depart?
My darling, sha'nt I leave you without this,
My eternal promise of love to you
How could you pull apart this final kiss?
Don't let such love fade, whilst such lovely hue
So, before you give your final goodbye,
And your anger and hate bury your love
Remember what wishes, and dreams, will die
And the future that we had spoken of
So, I'll remind you with my final breath,
My eternal love is as strong as death
My Dear Love and Loyal Friend
I’m glad I found you;
Our friendship is a gift we share.
I can be myself around you,
Safe in your loving arms
the distance between us makes me lonely on the inside I miss you so much;
Our friendship bond was meant to be.
I think of you with great delight;
You’re almost part of me.
Through fun and fears, play and tears,
We help each other heal and grow.
I cherish our time together and that we will share for the rest of our life,
I know deep down in my heart.
Just harmony for me and you,
The two of us--a perfect blend.
I’ll cherish you my whole life through,
My Dear Love and Loyal Friend.
Afore falling in his arms they advice to think twice
Unregretful I act beyond my surprise
It’s the grip of a force, a force here to claim
Compelling, like a moth drawn to the flame
Every night encloses the heat of flaming souls
But sun kissed morning plays a wicked role
To my realization it brings an obvious question
What next to prevent conception?
Like always, I pop in a pill to save the bill
My guy admires the worth of a contraceptive pill
It causes side-effects. Ah! How would he know?
He enjoys the freedom of reckless show
Nevertheless, I look at kids and admire their innocence
Wish the pill could kill within me my maternal pretence!
In A Hotel Room
In a hotel room, she lies, literally to herself.
Their meetings filled with desire are brief.
How can she put her dignity on a shelf
Lost, between the crumpled sheet.
As a friend I helplessly watch
As her happiness turns to shame
All the joy before is lost
Falling for this hoodlums game.
There is no love in a hotel room
Used for trysts and rendezvous
As she leaves she's filled with gloom
Not the girl that I once knew.
Players play for keeps
no conscience they can sleep.
The wind up in the trees calls out his name
I search for him there in the sky above
The depth of his soul and mine are the same
There's such joy in the spirit of his sigh
I'll wrap him up and offer him my peace
Rock him like a wee baby in my arms
This love and devotion will never cease
I can feel the power of his sweet charms
My soul is now reflected in his eyes
His essence paints the color of my heart
I'll strive to make him laugh and soothe his cries
His world is mine and thus we'll never part
I know that angels guide our path of love
I've seen the blessings flowing from above
for contest"Sonnet Me"
sponsored by Sara Kendrick
May 27, 2010
Bless it be Thee!
Bless it be Thee!
Truly, I love you.
My whole my new.
My heart your key!
Loose lips and free.
Realistically, I knew!
You are far and few.
I can justly let it be.
You know, it is Gemini’s Full Moon tonight,
The Universe is waking up figuring us all out.
Point me out as a random beam of Moonlight,
I am engulfing and enriching charts in route.
Swiftly suited, I stand in my place!
Bless it be it to Thee! A closed case!
®Registered: Ann Rich 2010
As I wake up I can see the sun shine,
Smiling because everything's divine,
I'm happy feeling so alive,
I have a rush of emotions that are hard to define.
I lay down at night and my mind plays peekaboo,
Sleeping so peacefully dreaming of you,
Having anxiety contemplating on my next move,
Can this be happening is this really true.
The wounds on my heart are starting to heal,
Walls are breaking down from feelings I conceal,
Am I this lucky because to feels so surreal,
I deserve this because I've been through some rough ordeals.
I'm blessed because you found your way to me,
The emptiness going away because I'm the chosen nominee,
The loneliness is settling turning into glee,
God sent you in my life so it has to be meant to be.
Talking all day morning to night,
Having deep conversations the connection's so right,
Bonded together like glue can't wait to unite,
You've given me the inspiration again to write.
Joys taking over this once broken soul,
Mending the once broken pieces back into a whole,
With our feelings combined it'll be out of control,
Because it's my heart that you stole.
December 19, 2013
~The One and Only~
I vividly recall the dream, of the moment, I first saw your face
Unsettled, quite smitten, my mind became an empty space
Words tripped over, then skipped out, along with my voice
Like a bashful school girl meeting her first crush, I lost my poise
The fine, white, sun baked sand, like sugar, glistened
Lost in thought, building sand castles, I listened
Soothing sounds from crashing waves, seduced me into sleep
As cool mists from crested waves hungrily licked my pretty bare feet
I turned, to watch the seagulls, and there you stood, in the distance, staring
In that moment, quite unafraid, I stared right back, admiring
With each step towards me, this silly heart begged wings to fly
Before long, we stood face to face, knowing steamy summer love had arrived
Abruptly, I averted my eyes, from alluring smile, your eyes, too intense
Steamy heat invaded this body, leaving no chance for pretense
Once I looked into the eyes of an angel
Something I heard only happens in fables
Like they said, I felt only peace and love
And the softness of wings just like a dove.
Could something so perfect really be true?
For the pain of love was all that I knew.
Always hurting me and making me sad,
Taking away everything that I had.
But this was different, not nearly the same.
He scooped me up and out of the hot flames.
That ruined me then, but not again
For i was happier than I had once been
Warm in the arms of my fair, sweet angel.
Tucked in the warmth of my fairy tale
Una chica hispana la fuerza y belleza tan sabios y fuertes, creo que estoy enamorado de ella. Ella representa al sol que brilla toda la habitación y mi mundo por día. Por la noche, ella es la luna que sube por la noche, y mi buena estrella.La belleza de todas las niñas hispanos están floreciendo como un lote de rojo, amarillo, blanco y rosas rosadas. Cuando miro a los ojos de una hermosa chica hispana, que brillan como un par de caras diamantes por valor de 1 millones de dólares. Cuando veo la cara, es como mirar un ángel
In the darkness of the Ramallah night there is a light
An ember of hope, as the world is lowly and begins
To see that suffering is not one sided.
There is fear on both sides of the eyesore walls one
For losing what they have acquired, the other for losing
The little they have left. The victors are sensing they are
Prisoners too and might be on the wrongs side of
The walls as they sink into the ennui of misplaced hubris
Semitic people they are both Moslems, Christians, and
Jews, not fundamentalist in the rising tide of intolerance
Both sides in the world of chaos can find common ground,
They share the same culture, relatives lost in history.
May they overcome strife and find neighbourly peace as
The wind blows bitter dust in the Persian gulf.
She was lost, alone in the world
With no one to help her in life.
No one to listen and be her friend.
She never smiled, rarely laughed.
She kept to herself, talked only when she had to.
Everyday she slowly died inside
Could feel herself slipping away...
Further and further in the dark abyss...
Then she met him and she was found.
Finally she had someone to listen and be her friend
She smiled and laughed and talked all the time.
She felt herself coming back, bit by bit
She began to live again,
and she owed it all to him.
Your piercing blue eyes delightfully unman me.
Like red pomegranates are your lips unaffected
By mine, yet O how I desire to be caressed
By them, and return that caress with silent plea.
Your swept back dark hair overcomes reason, you see.
Every gesture enflames passion felt unreasoned
And every hope for consummation is delayed.
To my lusting heart, you hold the orichalc key.
I am your Ganymede and willing Patroclus.
You are my Zeus and my heroic Achilleus.
With your look askew, you unleash purple Eros.
By your side, horror does not exist anymore
Nor is life vain, insignificant or a bore
If love cannot grasp you, then I am in chaos.
DAMSEL CAUSING DISTRESS
The knight errant sent for me, but I’ve gone missing
For three days now, while he’s composed a ditty:
In the tide of feminism I still haven’t given up kissing
Being what is termed fatalistically pretty -
But I can be the ‘no’ that makes for nice
When his flame burns under his boiler suit,
Then I’m decently torpid like a fish on ice
Where the guts need to go when the runts root -
A pillowing breast, my nightcap a soliloquy
To hell with his billowing sails and pregnant ships
Let him go, this guy who’s got everything but me
With his big thighs, big legs, big hips -
All the things we women should shun
Save satin, silk, squirm, sperm, and …sun.
(c) Rosemarie Rowley
From IN MEMORY OF HER (2008)
I did ask myself why it did happen
Why did my life suddenly become hell
It used to be all so blissful as would a stay in heaven
When, in my lover's gaze, I did consider myself to be his only belle
But I did come to know about it, by means so clear
My lover was to me, a cheat
He did cheat on my trust, he did make out with my peer
Why, now, with truth imbibed, I do feel like I roam life's lonely street
Shall I even gather myself back up
Life is made of struggles, of pains, of aches
What matters is how we do cope with it all, how we do gather ourselves back up
I shall fly again, I am sure of it, even if now I do feel stuck
Why, Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore love is what I shall now leave behind!
Fr. Christ said “I am the living bread that came down from heaven...
If anyone eats this bread
He will live forever
Who eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, abides in Me and I in him"
Essential signs of Eucharistic Sacrament are wheat bread and grape wine
Communion with the Body and Blood of Fr. Christ increases the communicant’s union
with the Lord God.
Receiving this sacrament strengthens the bonds of charity between the communicant and Fr. Christ
It also reinforces the unity of the Church as the mystical Body of Fr. Christ
The Church recommends the faithful to receive the Holy Communion at least once a year.
Fr. Christ Himself is present in the sacrament of the altar
He is to be honored with the worship adoration
To visit the Blessed Sacrament is a proof of gratitude
Expression of love
Duty of adoration toward Fr. Christ, Jesus our Lord
cast by busy cars,
Drowned by white noise
of the city that was,
Stole a gaze into his glistening eyes
Got sucked in, got stuck in a trance
With his hands sweeping up my waist
Lights dim, noise haze,
His breath linger, nose graze,
A slight bow, and a tippy toe
Together, our lips freeze..
translate into touch a squeeze
Taking a deep breath,
Our eyes fall.. my mind stalls
Isnt it beautiful how
The world seize to survive
Maybe a little wheel.
Dazed in a kiss,
Heart beats entice
To feel him in your space
To share everything of the moment
Feels like nothing
Nothing, but life,nothing, but love!