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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.
Hearts in Heaven Bangladesh's Cry: A Linking Pin Sonnet
The sky held screams—screams torn through burning blue,
Blue smoke descended where small footsteps grew.
Grew bright young dreams in uniforms so white,
White pages turned with innocence and light.
Light left the room when iron wings struck ground,
Ground broke in silence, swallowing every sound.
Sound echoed loud through broken bricks and flame,
Flame touched the walls, but couldn't touch each name.
Name after name, now whispered into prayer—
Prayer rising slowly through shattered, smokey air.
Air still with grief, yet winds of hope will sing—
Sing songs of peace, though tragedy may sting.
Sting not their souls, O Lord, who now shall fly—
Fly safe in You, above the weeping sky.
(c) USA Goodwill Ambassador, Professor Dr. Joseph S. Spence Sr. (Epulaeryu Master). All Rights reserved, August 4, 2025.
1959, Chariton, Iowa, sixty miles south of Des Moines
I was prancing around proudly showing off my snow people pin.
Husband and wife, glitzy with glitter, I was so excited.
I wore it to school on my coat. Tried to pin it onto my dress.
The teacher ordered me to take it back to the cloakroom.
Too much of a distraction. I was irritated. Second grade. Sheesh!
We did not have breaks those days, so I could not sneak a peek.
I was in a foul mood by lunch. My mom suggested I leave it at home.
Yes, we walked home and had soup and grilled cheese back in the day.
I refused, because it was mine, and I adored it.
Something from Aunt Marjorie.
She always bought us the best gifts; and I was kind of a peacock about it.
Kept touching it, to make sure it was on my coat,
the whole block back to school.
A winter storm came up and threw buckets of snow down onto us after lunch.
School was called off early. We were warned to put on our slacks.
Girls were allowed to wear slacks to and from, but only under dresses.
We put on our slacks and raced each other home, my twin and I.
We were laughing with pure happiness when we arrived.
And there were hot chocolate chip cookies! I remember being so pleased!
Until I realized my snow people pin was gone.
I wanted to retrace my steps to school, but my mother would not allow it.
You would catch pneumonia she told me. My day ruined. I have never forgotten my gorgeous, wonderful, glitzy, glittery snow people pin.
Written 12-06-2020
Contest: Story from Your Childhood
Sponsor: L. Milton Hanks
Sensation of Light (Linking Pin Sonnet)
Like a Venus flytrap, you swayed in the night
Night raising the mind's trace of soft flowing light
Light of fragrance as a sweet rose moves and flows
Flows with sweetness, challenging all souls to know
Know such beauty displaying nice charm in style
Style of electric current making hair wild
Wild stretching limbs formed like crystal snow
Snow of sensation shining as stars glow
Glow as there is love shining in hearts for you
You! As the Milky Way flows, we stick like glue
Glue binding time for love to grow and renew
Renew like the sunset mixed with freshened hues
Hues like a Venus flytrap swaying at night
Night, soothing the minds with soft flowing lights!
© Joseph S. Spence, Sr., October 17, 2019, (Epulaeryu Master)
Author’s Note: Linking Pin Sonnet has 14 lines. The end of each line links with the next line. Each line has eight to eleven syllables. This sonnet was developed by Joseph S. Spence, Sr., in January 2007. The premise is based on the “Linking Pin” management style regarding organizational development for effective and efficient supervision for maximum production. One link moves the other, thus combining the strength at each level to complete a task without weakness.
My hands hold the bars
I’m a good prisoner
Hoping to be let out for good behaviour
Head down
not meeting my jailers eyes
At night when the lights are off
When the moon is in the sky
When men cough and moan in the darkness
I reach through the bars towards the stars
My finger traces that golden orb
My mind explores pin pricks of silver
Traveling light years in mere seconds
no longer held by concrete and steel
When my jailers look at me
They don’t realize that I am a free man
Only my body is held in this place
Where a man’s thoughts travel
there resides his soul
Men are held in many prisons
Expectations
Past traumas
Loveless marriages
Addictions
Regrets
They think
“If I hold onto the bars
keep my head down
Perhaps I’ll get out early for good behaviour?”
All the while not realizing that when they face a mirror
they are looking into their jailer’s eyes.
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.
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).
I Will Pour Out My Spirit
A Spence Linking Pin Sonnet — Devotional Voice
I will pour out My Spirit like a song,
Song of the heavens falling soft as rain.
Rain on dry bones to raise the lost and wrong,
Wrong turned to right by mercy in the flame.
Flame in the eyes of daughters who now dream,
Dreams of the Kingdom rising from the dust.
Dust shall not hold the voice of those redeemed,
Redeemed by fire, by promise, and by trust.
Trust in the Word that echoes through the land,
Land where the old shall see and speak anew.
Anew I move by more than mortal hand,
Hand of the Lord now breaking through the blue.
Blue turns to gold as holy winds take flight,
Flight of the Spirit, dancing into light.
© Dr. Joseph S. Spence Sr., Epulaeryu Master. All rights reserved. (June 10, 2025).
Author’s Comment for Devotional Reflection: The Spirit’s outpouring is a promise of new life and transformation. Like rain on dry bones, God’s Spirit revives what was dead or broken. The flame of God’s presence kindles fresh dreams and renews hope in every generation. When we open our hearts, the Spirit’s song becomes our own, carrying us beyond limits into freedom and purpose. Pentecost reminds us that God’s power is active here and now, inviting us to trust and step boldly into the new.
Pentecost Inspirational Prayer:
Holy Spirit, come like a gentle song and a mighty flame.
Pour Yourself out on us — on our hearts, our homes, and our world.
Raise up voices to speak truth and hope.
Renew dreams that have faded and ignite a passion for Your Kingdom.
Help us to trust Your timing and Your power, moving through us to bless others.
Guide us in Your light, today and always.
Amen!