The velvet dark of a silent room,
A glass half-full at the edge of gloom,
He drank as a river drinks the rain,
To soften the clutch of mortal pain.
His voice was low, his touch was true,
Each glance a story the soul once knew;
No gesture wasted, no bright deceit,
He wore his greatness soft and sweet.
A son was born, yet soundless too,
The world he met was strange and new;
In silence deeper than any bell,
The boy he loved but could not quell.
Louise, steadfast as rooted pine,
Tended him through the breaking time;
Though seas between their spirits swept,
Her hand, unseen, was where he wept.
He prayed in the chambers none could see,
A doubting man, yet on one knee;
The altar flickered in his mind,
A distant peace he could not find.
The vows he spoke in youth’s bright flame,
He bore as penance, not as shame;
For in his heart, too torn to choose,
He wore the chain he would not loose.
Oh, Spencer, bright and broken star,
How wide the sky, how near, how far.
Epilogue
The stars he touched fell through his hands,
The prayers he spoke were made of sand;
And in the end, no voice, no call—
Only the silence after all.
Categories:
spencer, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Sir Winston Leonard Spencer-Churchill
a Prime Minister with many a skill.
Though his ideals by some were not favoured,
his victories by many were savoured.
Categories:
spencer, people,
Form: Clerihew
She has such a girlie truck, she must be quite a woman.
How do you know it’s a woman’s truck?
Look at the color. It is Fuchsia.
So Fuchsia has to be a woman’s color?
Um, yah!
He is such a redneck.
I say, “watch and learn.”
My pal Spencer comes tearing out of the house.
He is wearing a tank top and cut offs that are way too high.
His pockets are hanging out of the fringy slits!
There is an orange lei around his neck.
He gives me a little dance step and a twirl.
“What was that?” the redneck asked.
That was my friend, Spencer. I say.
“Is Spencer a girl’s name?” He asks me.
I walk away.
Categories:
spencer, life,
Form: Free verse
Stanley Spencer was a knight
with eccentric art so bright
He loved his local Cookham village
depicting it in a collage
Categories:
spencer, art, people,
Form: Clerihew
And now -
imagine the sun
rising over
the gulfs broad reach
where waters run
the long length of sandy beaches
and the cry of a gull piercing
the bright air,
sounding a morning
as if to plumb its measure.
Now - slowly begin
to feel the solitude,
the absence of dominion,
a vastness of scale that laps
the limits of all thought,
an alchemy of earth, air and water
until there is only
what is taken in,
becoming then, the beholder
of itself.
Categories:
spencer, sea, sun,
Form: Free verse
Here lies Mary Louise Anne Spencer Deligne
She met her end where two roads align
She couldn’t stop her diesel in time,
Hit an eighteen-wheeler carrying lime
Buried her here, she was in her prime
Written March 19, 2022
Categories:
spencer, humor,
Form: Epitaph
He screamed the whole way on the roller coaster ride,
Then asked, “Can we do it please again?”
We laughed so hard it hurt our sides,
When the Tilt-A-Whirl sent us on a spin.
He shared his cotton candy while we waited in line
For the ride that goes up-side-down;
We counted the stairs to the Giant Slide we climbed
Then raced back down to the ground.
He held my hand in the Haunted House,
And said, “One time in there is enough”.
He threw a ring on a bottle and won a Mickey Mouse;
In the midway we won some other stuff.
By the end of the day we were both worn out;
Driving home he fell asleep in the car.
This is what being a Dad of a seven year old is all about;
“Best Buddies” is what we say we are.
Categories:
spencer, father, son
Form: Rhyme
Sunshine enters my room each morning, even on the cloudiest of days,
As Spencer rises from a nighttime of dreaming
brightening my world in the most wondrous of ways.
He stands beside me with his effervescent smile waiting for my eyes to awake
I am aware of his glorious presence
as continuous slumber I try to fake.
“Good morning, Dad”, no better alarm sound there be than to hear this greeting so sweet
I thank the gods for smiling on me
and through his adoption making my life complete.
Some say blood is thicker than water though I’m not so sure they’re right
The bond with an adopted son or a daughter
for this dad is just as tight.
Entry in the Thicker Than Water contes
Categories:
spencer, sonwater, water,
Form: Rhyme