Best Suits Me Fine Poems
The Watch Maker…
Let me be, leave me alone, I'm Him, I'm alone.
I'm in pain; let me be, let me be, on my own.
All the time, every night, I see their vanished sights.
Let me be, being alone, tired of silent nights.
In this world of darkness, I feel pain and sadness.
Nothing there in my heart only beats emptiness.
In this sad cave of time, I suffered from my crime.
I suffered with this pain; pain is there all the time.
Time is pain; I feel trapped, I cannot face the fact.
Who am I? Watchmaker, I don't know how to act.
Fault me not if I did what I did on my own,
I am here, lonely nights, sleepless, all alone.
What I did in my mind I made it partly blind.
I made it for my sake, what I hoped yet to find.
I have dreamt of the sun; shining sun seemed like fun.
No more fear, no more fright, a good deed I have done.
With the light, I can see a luscious land full of trees,
shining jewels, red and green, dancing with morning breeze.
I made birds fly too high, no more pain, no more cry.
Rainbow near, out of clouds, oceans there in the sky.
I made grapes; I made wine; holy wine suits me fine.
I made drunks; I am drunk; drunks, to me, are divine.
I gave love; I gave truth to all men's sins of youth.
I gave life, I gave death, I gave all reckless truth.
I shall sleep all night long to have dreams of the light.
If I wake up tonight, all your days will be night.
I need you more than I; if you live, I don't die,
Who is it? You or I; if we're one, both can fly.
Am I drunk, maybe mad? Let me be, I'll be glad.
Don't wake me. I'll be mad, knowing that you feel bad.
12/7/17 Haloo
The painting is called The Watch Maker, it is acrylic on canvas...
I can’t see my dentist and I’ve got dire halitosis,
with distancing I hope that nobody will notice!
When we're outdoors we must keep 2 meters apart,
this suits me fine when I drop a huge smelly fart!
At the supermarket there’s an enormous queue,
I hope the queue's much shorter for the ladies loo!
Bert's eating through his large pasta mountain
he stockpiled so much of that there’s no doubtin!
Bert’s barber’s closed, now he resembles a yeti,
entangled in his beard is meat and spaghetti!
Fred’s wife made him a mask from her old bra,
She’s 46 double d, I think she’s gone a little too far!
I’m fed up of constant repeats on the tv
especially as I pay a huge tv licence fee!
Sal's so sad she can't go to the gym
she now has 'sexercise' thrice daily with Jim
Jim's delighted with this state of play
He's praying for the lockdown to stay!
05/07/20
I have a ridiculously large head,
I think I’d opt for a smaller one instead.
Oh, sure, you say that it suits me fine,
That’s because yours isn’t near as big as mine.
I bet that it weights at least thirty pounds,
It looks even bigger than it sounds.
When I lay it down on my waterbed,
A tsunami rises so my wife has said.
When I go to try on winter hats,
The clerk gives me ones with ventilation slats,
That way when it’s not on sitting my dome,
It can be used as a guest room for my home.
My giant head is entirely too big,
Someday archeologists will venture on dig,
They’ll think that I came from the highland,
On the west end of Easter Island.
Little kids stare up at my noggin,
They think it could be used for a toboggan.
Or a shed to hold random hodgepodge,
That clutters things up in their dad’s garage.
Don’t tell me that it’s due to my intellect,
It makes your judgment sound suspect.
It’s because my brain is fashioned like a brick,
And my skull is so very, very thick.
Walking, the mail man once carried a bag
Slowly, he now drives a jeep to mail box
Brown spots over my mail; a little moist
Like coffee stain probably from the gutter
Lazy! just sit, won’t get out the vehicle now
Months ago, he walked until women came
Hissing teeth, “Just suits me fine, he mumbles”
Recalled my dog, Ruff, chased him one day
Running, the mail scattered all over the street
Like ginkgo leaves spinning in autumn’s wind
Now I wonder, “What in earth am I to do?”
This new mailperson, different yet the same
First a lazy mailman until women appeared
Rules of the game just immediately changed
It’s no longer mailman; it was never mail woman
Now just mailperson; wow women have power!
Some women are awesome! Roses will be great
She ought to smile and bring much more mail
She may come to my door; sensational smile
Active! I bet she will get out of the vehicle
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© Joseph S. Spence, Sr., (Epulaeryu Master) 5/13/09
All Rights Reserved, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA
Senior Advisor, to Founder of Motivational Strips
Ambassador De Literature
Noble Star of Literature 2018
Living Legend of the 21st Century
Pentasiv B World Friendship Poetry Featured Poet 2019
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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.
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Tell
me not
how to think
Above all else
don't attempt to make
me conform to the 'norm'
I won't perform in your form
For individuality
is my strength and customary song
Freedom suits me fine. It's where I belong.
I hide in the corner behind a cloud of smoke
Then find myself laughing at a strangers joke
For i seemed to have developed a hobby you see
Quietly sitting back watching people be
I don't want to meet them or learn there name
I just sit back and observe like some kind of game
Regardless of how nice they may seem
To meet them would be disappointing and obscene
For good manners are no more
Just look and shopping malls it's like a guerrilla war
Although i do get some joy from strangers action
Like a child eating an ice-cream with gleeful satisfaction
But still i have no need to talk
I'm more than happy to sit and gawk
Tall people, Short people, fat ladies snorting
And my favorite awkward young lovers courting
Its a quiet existence this life of mine
To be perfectly honest it suits me fine
I'm alone but not lonely
For my house is quiet homely
And as long as i have my stranger friends
I will live like this happy to my end.
My hanging-‘round-the-house attire
Is comfy, loose and old.
When wearing it, I’m not the most
Attractive to behold.
Yet when I’m settled for the day
To laze or do some chores,
My clothes are those that I would never
Wear when I’m outdoors.
These outfits once were new and of
A certain year’s design,
But they’ve been put to pasture and
Their new life suits me fine!
death shall have no dominion
Dominion of Canada
Canada goose
goose egg
egg salad
salad days
days of our lives
lives in the balance
balance the budget
budget rent a car
karmaloop
loopmasters
Masters of the Universe
universal love
love and hate
hate your guts
guts but no brains
brains blown out
out of our minds
mindset
set your watch
watch TV
vegan pizza
pizza crust
crust of bread
bread and water
water bottle
bottle of beer
beer Vikings
Viking invasion
invasion of privacy
sea to shining sea
Seattle, Washington
washing clothes
clothes make the man
maneater
eater of flesh
fleshtone
tone it down
down the drain
drain clog
clogged sink
sink or swim
swimsuits
suits me fine
fine dining
dining out
outcast
cast a shadow
shadow
cast
I'm senile, demented, a has been, a dud,
At least that's the story, the Republican fad,
Yet little they know in their haste to throw dirt,
That they're helping my cause with their views so absurd.
Each arrow they fly with anger and speed
Is akin to a child that as yet doesn't read,
It has no direction it lands off its mark,
Its aim misaligned, a shot in the dark.
But let them continue, this path suits me fine,
For while they're distracted I follow my line
Of making great changes, passing new laws,
Pushing them through despite the known flaws.
My ace up the sleeve I've yet to pull out,
The one that will make my enemies shout,
Trump’s just my ticket to another 4 years
Flooding Republicans in a torrent of tears.
So let him continue to posture and shout,
Instilling in voters that lingering doubt,
The choice never clearer between him and me
And just like the last time I’ll win out you'll see.
I float up in the airway up high
It’s like a drug and I’m always high
I don’t want to come down can’t you see
I enjoy it too much I’m in ecstasy
Your love makes me fly and it suits me fine
I here with you but I’m always on cloud nine
I live in the atmosphere looking down on earth
Some people find it strange but to me its all the worth
I don’t need wings to move around
Just one kiss from you and it makes me bound
Your love makes me fly and it suits me fine
I here with you but I’m always on cloud nine
One hug from you sets me free
Beyond this world into far off galaxy
One word from you or even a verse
Will send me in orbit traveling the universe
Your love makes me fly and it suits me fine
I here with you but I’m always on cloud nine
Prayer
Subtle Lord I ask for me,
That I should be reborn for eternity,
resurrection, suits me fine, any color any clime,
on me death bed set me free,
jerk my spirit out of me,
agree I do, to come again,
poor old memory gone and then,
baby mullet swimming see,
baby Johnson is it he,
then there I be.
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Contest Name Compose a Prayer
It’s odd, don’t you agree, how circumstances do?
We could not have known I’d stumble upon you.
And yet, by chance, we happened to have met,
A transaction neither would easily forget.
At a time that was perfect, yet still not ideal,
I was done with the games, seeking something more real,
You were looking for someone who you could adore,
We were both with another, but we both needed more.
For the choices we’d made were not a good fit,
But after a short time we knew we were it.
Now we’d found what we sought, our gaps were filled,
Our lives more content, soon we could rebuild.
I can drive a thousand miles and end where I began,
Having stood still long enough I didn’t have a plan,
Yet, with you, I sit for hours with nothing but a fire,
And we soar the universe, fueled by our desire.
My dear, my heart misses you in everything I do,
No matter who I’m with, I always yearn for you.
As I walk through my life I want every moment shared
With you by my side, for no one could compare.
When you are away my heart beats through my chest,
I think it wants to run to you, and this I can’t contest.
A gift you are to me my love, you’ve blessed my heart and soul,
To live our lives in happiness remains my primary goal.
We’ve taken time to grow, but alas have fallen fast,
It’s time to look ahead and close the chapters of our past.
For I want you, dear, and need you so – I know you feel it too.
Which suits me fine since here on out, my love, it’s me and you.
J.D. and the Lawyer
J.D.’s a cowboy’s cowboy, ain’t no doubt
Knows aplenty what this world’s about.
Born on a hoss – never seen him fall
That’s why what he did surprised us all.
Some lady attorney moved into town,
Just outta school the rumors went round
She was a looker, so said all the boys
Came from back East, loaded with poise.
When J.D. saw her, was love at first sight
He’d make him a plan, do this up right.
He saddled two horses, Red and Mabel,
Packed a bottle, Jack Daniels Black Label.
Rode up to her door, said, “I am J.D.”
Would you come see Texas with me?
She said,”Why J.D. I won’t be coy,
Been wanting to meet a real cowboy.”
They rode up high to his favorite lake
Saw the West as only God can make.
He spread his blanket to be his table
Got two glasses and his Black Label.
She said,” I usually drink some wine,
But I find Black Jack suits me fine.
They talked about things they’d lost
It was goin’ well ‘til her eyes went crossed.
Then her voice slurred and she chuckled
Started to rise an’ her left knee buckled.
J.D. thought”Oh,Lord, what have I done?
This plan backfired an’ it don’t look like fun.”
He sat her in the saddle, tied up straight.
Headed for home, was getting’ late.
She’s sober by the time they got down.
Looked pretty good ridin’ through town.
Took her to the door, a sheepish grin,
He knew his welcome was wearin’ thin.
She said,”Nice try. I liked ridin’ Mabel.
Next time bring roses. Forget the Black Label!”
He learned new ways to court a lady,
That was long ago, he’s pushin’ eighty.
She’s a judge, knows all the manuals
They laugh now an’ then about Jack Daniels!
April, 2016
I never want to be ninety,
forty two suits me fine,
but I guess i'll feel quite different
when I am eighty nine.
When I was no more than twenty-some or less
The volume of the architecture slapped my senses,
Entranced by gargoyle sculpture
Peering in-out on the windows,
Letting go the real world, favouring a darker glass.
In a room of tobacco exhale fraught with stress,
I made my lies and loosed their references,
And sat before three vultures,
Patient warlock-likened fellows,
Smacking lips at my intelligence, some feast to come to pass.
My eyes strayed to the trees out in the gardens,
Their majesty, longevity filled my vision,
Shedding leaves and flailing branches,
Creaking boughs and knotted sockets,
Living lifetimes in excess of any inmate on the line.
Their words brought forth the phrase: "I beg your pardon?"
My thoughts upon my answers dripped precision,
I replied and took my chances,
Fingers crossed inside my pockets,
Hiding trees within a forest suits me fine.