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Some of the sexiest women are Vargas’s 1940 pinup girls,
They are drawn with long hair, sensuous legs, and the right kind of curls.
Enhanced in all the right places, there is nothing that exudes sex faster
Graphic drawings of cattish women are not the kind you put out to pasture.
Do you remember Cat-Woman drawn fearlessly by our old friend Stan Lee?
Hallee Berry brought her to life, but the one who graphically created her was he.
Betty Boop, a cartoon femme fatale’ had style, and sex that could make a sailor blush,
Disney’s artists’ did not draw a Tinker Bell without perky boobs and a little tush.
I believe graphic novels and cartoon classics are here today to stay,
Because the sexy superheroes – both men and women make the reader’s day.
Captain America and Batman have those enormous abs, and a teeny waist.
Jessica Rabbit’s ‘I’m not bad, I’m just drawn that way,” was not penned with any haste.
Written 11-18-2018 Contest: Sexy Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Lewis Raynes
"Faith and Fireworks: Cinco’s Call to Remember"
(A Linking Pin Sonnet in Spence Format – Celebratory & Historical)
Remember the cry, the cause, the stand,
Stand for the faith that defended the land.
Land once trembling rose firm and proud,
Proud were the voices chanting aloud.
Aloud rang truth through valley and hill,
Hill of defiance, God’s sovereign will.
Will of the people, backed by the skies,
Skies filled with prayer and warrior cries.
Cries of justice, both fierce and bold,
Bold like prophets, with courage untold.
Untold stories in fireworks fly,
Fly like doves as praises lift high.
High in the heart, faith’s embers still glow,
Glow bright each year on Cinco de Mayo.
© Professor Dr. Joseph S. Spence Sr. (Epulaeryu Master). All Rights Reserved. 5/5/25.
Duty calls from valleys deep and wide,
Wide like hearts where brave resolve does bide.
Bide the storms, through fire and endless rain,
Rain of trials met with a calm refrain.
Refrain from fear when darkness clouds the sky,
Sky holds hope where eagles dare to fly.
Fly with honor carved in steel and soul,
Soul forged firm in sacrifice and role.
Role of country’s shield in battle’s fire,
Fire of freedom fed by hearts’ desire.
Desire to serve with valor, strong and true,
True to flags in red and white and blue.
Blue, the banner waving high above,
Above all stands their country, duty, and love.
I'm told the universe is 14 billion years old.
Expanding at the speed of light.
If we're lucky...or unlucky
We'll live to be a hundred years or so.
Just a flash of time to dance our dance.
Sing our song -scribble a rhyme.
Be a garnish on the plate of the living or spit on our beloved star time.
Who is this grand being or thing that made everything?
A loving God or sadistic magician?
Did living just seed from the soil of nothingness?
Are we singled out, each one of us, to be part of the script?
To add to or take away from the collage of living and dying.
What's in the next life, a giant reflection of this one.
Magnified by infinity under the lenses of an /absolute /
To bake forever into the echoes of our lies and truths.
Until the universe shrinks onto the head of a pin.
Then what!
Our Paradise Advise—My Sweetest Love!
My sweetest love hearest thou reverently my advice
My advice is to leave now for our home—in paradise.
Paradise blooming with rainbows and tasty red cherries
Cherries, delicious mangoes, and bright sweet berries.
Berries with our cottage in the midst with a skylight
Skylight, gingerbread, and sunset—await us at twilight.
Twilight and misting rain for showers on our lawn
Lawn where we sing sweet songs with birds at dawn.
Dawn where firefly’s lights soothing sweet moods
Moods with ravens bringing us nice nourishing food.
Food while sparrows build our soft resting nest
Resting nest, my dear love—my darling, my sweetest.
Sweetest we will wish upon the mellow shining stars,
Stars shining above us—where we shall not be far!
Author’s Notes: The “Linking Pin Sonnet” ending lines join with the same beginning word of the next line consecutively to the end of the sonnet. It has fourteen lines as each sonnet does. The “Linking Pin Sonnet” has a rhyming scheme of AABB CCDD EEFF GG. Each quatrain stanza has four line of two rhyming couplets, and the poem ends with a rhyming couplet. The “Linking Pin Sonnet” was created by Dr. Joseph S. Spence, Sr. (Me), January 15, 2017, while studying English literature, creative writing, the African Diaspora, and poetry, at the University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee, after studying twenty different sonnet forms and styles from different poets. There are multiple examples in my most recent 9th poetry book, “Sincerely Speaking Spiritually,” published February 18, 2020, on the link to Amazon.com below! https://www.amazon.com/Joseph-S-Spence-Sr/e/B0855CYRPS?ref_=dbs_p_ebk_r00_abau_000000.
He Is Risen (A Linking Pin Sonnet in the Spence Style)
The stone was rolled—rolled far from death’s command,
Command could not contain the Son of light.
Light broke the tomb and touched the trembling land,
Land kissed His feet, awakened by His might.
Might bowed to love, for love could not stay dead,
Dead gave way when life began to rise.
Rise spread like fire where fear once dared to tread,
Tread turned to dance beneath the open skies.
Skies echoed loud the cry of grace anew,
Anew the earth beheld the Savior’s face.
Face of all hope, both ancient and yet true,
True as the cross, yet full of Heaven’s grace.
Grace walked again where sorrow once had been—
Been dead, but now He lives. He rose. Amen.
© Professor Dr. Joseph S. Spence Sr. All Rights Reserved (April 4, 2025).
Ah third term as Prez for Xi Jinpin(g)!
But that apple he may or not win,
There’s always an odd slip
Before a bite and lip,
But if wins, would he be Xi King Pin?
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Happenings | 01.09.2022 | Tongue-in-cheek
Poet’s note: If news reports are to be believed, a lot of suppressed opposition is getting built in China, what with economy not doing well, power shortages, industries in heavy debt, negative GDP, zero tolerance on Covid-19, millions of people under locked down siege, a list is long. Yet, reality in China being what it is, Xi may still win the third term if Party, PLA, Peasants, and Politics continue to support him. This limerick guesses as to how he would be addressed in that case, Xi King Pin?
Creation cries through wind and wave and tree,
Tree roots clutch soil like prayers yearning free.
Free rivers sing, but choked by human hand,
Hand scorched the skies, now breathes a dying land.
Land we were gifted, Eden’s greenest grace,
Grace we forgot, now storms our hearts replace.
Replace the waste with care, the greed with love,
Love heals the earth—our charge from God above.
Above the clouds, the sun still hopes to shine,
Shine through the dark where truth and light align.
Align our steps with nature’s sacred law,
Law etched in bark and bloom we never saw.
Saw we not signs? Wake now, protect and pray—
Pray Earth forgives us this Environment Day.
© USA Goodwill Ambassador, Professor Dr. Joseph S. Spence Sr (June 5, 2025), All rights reserved (Epulaeryu Master).
Prayer for World Environment Day:
Heavenly Creator,
We thank You for the gift of this beautiful Earth—
For the trees that breathe life, the waters that cleanse,
The skies that shelter, and the soil that nourishes.
Forgive us for the harm we’ve done by neglect and greed.
Inspire us to become faithful stewards of Your creation.
Grant us wisdom to restore what is broken,
Courage to protect what is precious,
And compassion to act not just for today,
But for the generations yet to come.
Let our hearts beat in rhythm with the earth You formed,
And may our hands work to heal what You love.
In Your holy name, we pray.
Amen.
PIN THE TAIL
O’Haggard Hoarfrost, she plays winks,
rocks on a sawhorse, tweedle-dee drinks.
Mad Merrie O’Boyle slays lightning from nails —
dazed loony-toon, wears out his flannel tails.
W’cked, their niece, says, “Take them away,” bickers,
with Midnight Judge in his moonwashed-knickers.
Their nephew, hees and haws, a blinking donkey-in-law.
O’Haggard and Merrie pinned his tail on his sacred flaws.
Force-swept, Hoarfrost and O’Boyle, under-dressed,
spoiled with lots of off-the-rocker friends to impress.
W’cked and her donkey are still looking for his appendage.
Facial features are pinned-up on the craziest stages.
5/29/2021
The Hitch Pin
You asked me in the quiet air
What I would do if I were free,
Without my concerns or weight of care—
Who would I truly be?
I’ve held that question in the light
To see what’s left when I unbind,
And found that in the quiet night
Truth in soul I find:
Without the pressure of the weight,
The ghosts, the dread, the learned act,
I step beyond the rusted gate
With my inner self intact.
I’d be the music, heard at last,
Not the rhythm of the chore.
I’d be the future, not the past
Hammering at the door.
I’d be the hand that doesn't shake,
The soul that doesn't hide.
I’d watch the rusted hitch pin break
And surge again with pride.
To NY streets and marble halls,
Where art and physics meet,
I’d walk beyond these silent walls
On lighter, freer feet.
For love to give, and love to take,
Without the "Self" in doubt.
The deep connection I must make,
And let the light shine out.
No veil to wear, no shame to hold,
No shielding those I love.
Just the "Her" within the cold,
Like an eagle high above.
I thank you, dearly, for the light,
And the question you once threw,
That helped me find myself tonight
And guide my way back through.
I am the music, not the ghost,
A vibrant, breathing soul.
I am the one they’ve missed the most—
The one who’s finally whole.