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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...
My home is neon-friend to the idiocy degree.
I am sure when people barge in, they think me mad.
Which suits me fine
For there will be less barging.
They need to stay on their side of the river.
If I need them, I will pick up the phone and call.
If they need me, they had better think hard about it.
For my phone is off unless I want to make a call, which is seldom.
Many homes are feuillemort. Dull orange, dull brown, duller yellow.
This is not my home.
My home lights up like New Year's Eve's Madison Square Garden.
My home is neon-friendly to the idiocy degree.
I could not live here if it were any other way.
I could not live anywhere if I could not take my neons with me.
I certainly could not live in an old folk's home.
I consider them social clubs for the non-private ones.
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
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
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.
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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