When i love you is said , happy tears may be shed .
In a whisper in bedtime ears , calm and ease break all fears .
From long distance or face to face , the i love you fills the empty space.
I love you is said and heard with kind eyes , deep in the heart are the joyous cries .
It may be said with a concerning frown , love is still implied like a hidden treasure for it to be found .
Love is needed when one feels the hurt , a gentle kiss when one skids the knee in the dirt .
The warmth feel of a hug just because , bring smiles and laughter is what it does .
Those sincere and always caring words , i love you , in the mind , body , and soul , forever it will be heard .
Moms say this no matter what , in disguise or right upfront , to embrace it as you will , for god or bad moms will love you still .
I LOVE YOU MOM
When you look at things straight on,
It seems to me that they are gone.
When sideways-soft you take a glance
Does visibility advance.
Being too Upfront-What’s-This?
Leaves so much that you can miss.
Irony has no place here; let true meaning stand,
Unmasked from deceit, that twists what should be known;
For truth is dimmed, when caressed by a shaky hand,
Hearts are dulled, when slow speaking in undertone.
We’ve learned to laugh to soften our doubt,
To hedge each word to lessen what's too plain;
This cleverness has worn our candor out,
Leaving us fluent in deceit, shame and disdain.
Now is the moment to speak plainly, completely—
Letting the twists unravel, before they're played.
With power serves made adroitly, sweetly and neatly—
To break the ingrained game our irony has made.
For to say upfront, what we mean, demands we refuse
to diffuse, bemuse, confuse, what we risk to lose.
Xavier, my family doctor, was blunt,
He told me my days were numbered, upfront.
I thought “what a creep”!
Then died in my sleep -
My heart declined to bear the bilious brunt.
Billy HEAT, a close friend of mine informed me
that he recently became engaged to a lady I knew
whose name was Nancy COLD.
Billy asked what I thought about his plan to
Marry Nancy. I tried to be very diplomatic,
But Billy quickly discerned that I was not
Being totally honest with him.
,
So, I was compelled to be totally upfront
With Billy because it was clear to me that
The two of them would not be A good
Match.
I knew Billy was very fiery, quick tempered
And at times rather explosive. I knew Nancy
To be very sensitive, easily hurt, and quiet.
Although, it is true that opposites attract ,
Certain opposites should not be connected.
I never knew if he was persuaded by my
Advice, but I was pleased that they for
Some reason decided not to get married.
Destined a red rose, as her tired feet were that day
Day she stepped on the bus, she sat where she should
Should, upfront, where she belongs, so peacefully
Peacefully, with fortitude, seeking equality and justice.
Justice she never thought would come with such liberty
Liberty divinely shining, smiling eloquently, abundantly
Abundantly with God’s fortitude, her aching feet planted
Planted to move not, like a tree rooted beside still waters.
Waters of stillness in her soul, running deep, led by God
God leading her through the valley of the shadow of death
Death where the Lord is her Shepherd—she feared no evil
Evil, His rod and staff protect her with goodness and mercy.
Mercy, she shows all the days of her life compassionately
Compassionately, with reverence and love for humanity.
© Dr. Joseph S. Spence Sr., Ph.D. (Epulaeryu Master). All Rights Reserved. December 1, 2025.
I resent how life just carries on
After some are one-by-one gone.
I know we all have to move on,
But I'll remember them every dawn.
I resent being told how to feel.
Only few know how much grief is real.
Sometimes not even time can heal
The illnesses that come to steal.
I resent myself for being so blunt,
For writing to a grieving mother upfront,
After she lost her daughter to a "stunt,"
I realize I wrongly felt the need to confront.
I resent being told grief is meant to go away,
I said, "Will you grieve when I die someday?
Her child died, now she has lost her way.
You don't get how sometimes grief will stay."
As much as I have dared Mathematics,
Also been found struggling through terms to fix
Other topics; an instance...
That does seem of same sequence,
But might set on calculating conflicts.
So I celebrate,
How CALCULATOR actuate,
Answers to debate!
Miss Faith Odunsi on a global scale,
Represent Nigeria so well, I hail...
Your pleasure's difficulty;
Defines you a specialty.
This champ's story isn't a fairytale!
So enjoy your win...
Here, more new stories begin,
To place up your skin.
Now, the world best mathematics student,
Fast as she aptly nailed herself prudent,
Yet beautifully sound black...
Whose brilliance sparks her attack,
That defend her stakes upfront so ardent.
So much, I respect-
Pure energy of effect
By which you connect...
I wonder what blue eyes doing today
Missed our life's way
Since first day our meeting
all the sparks on
Her ability to show a genuine
Lady I came to adore
Words of upfront with passion flowing
Desire grew strong while
exploring
She was maybe everything
we both wanted
Life isn't fair, as feelings
get started and erupted
My path changes with unknown time frame ,
Miles separated our love's
flame
Oh if our love plant within
hearts
My feelings thrive despite apart
Worried of holding back what
you deserve, I let go
Calls lessened but love arose
As we date others, no one spark ever
Blue eyes your my eyes to always cherish
though long loftier are visited much
like space empty needed seeing some stars
your wisdom scales twice thrice at least as such
brings peace ends bloody loud proud wicked wars
less more deeply thought seals the sentence fought
upfront counting costs gains what matters most
asides any passions which wrath has wrought
humbly speaking what all others would boast
exceptions abound all you only one
heart once longing can no longer endure
when love finds disappears passion's deep fun
or holding true forever fixed and sure
falls victim arbitrary disease death
builds wall thick long tall none can ever climb
memory pain lingers each ev'ry breath
capacity drops words cease out of time
quiets all long-winded pseudo gravity
calms hears soothes sighs sees always brevity
The dinosaurs had died
And pterodactyls too
The explanations why
Are many, more than two
Most scientists agree
It was a climate change
Some say they died from heat
Some point to the ice age
Respecting what they say
I see a different reason
That puts a less acclaim
To the extremes of seasons
When they began to think
They didn’t know it was
A sign they’ll be extinct
I guess that was the cause
And so they stopped to kill
Their instincts start to fade
They had no other will
But just to lie in shades
The tiredness prevailed
The dinos came to peace
They couldn’t see they failed
It was a link they missed
Then human species came
The extinct reptiles dna
Was there within them, for the same
Pernicious killing game
They fight for peace that means the war
They kill for being killed
The dinos gene knows well the score
But it can’t be revealed
They can postpone the end, although
They feel the end is near
I see these little signs you know
Upfront and from the rear.
Who needs to be a rider
racing 'round a track
way back in the crowd
I'm going to lead the pack
who needs to be a loser
spinning on their wheels
or yield pole position
I'm going to lead the field
and wear the yellow jersey
the one who wins your heart
no longer in a supporting role
I'll have the starring part
and if you'll be my leading lady
and I'm your leading man
I'll always be upfront
always in the van
I sing of having gratitude,
But then, what is my attitude?
I murmur and complain
For not receiving rain;
Oh LORD, transform my grumbling heart!
I write of having thankfulness,
But then, I drown in anxiousness,
I lament, whine and mourn
And make my life forlorn;
Oh LORD, transform my grumbling heart!
I pen of having gratefulness,
But then, am filled with hatefulness,
I whimper, moan and groan
'bout problems still unknown;
Oh LORD, transform my grumbling heart!
I teach of having thanksgiving,
But then, how am I still living?
I mutter, cry and grunt
When troubles come upfront;
Oh LORD, transform my grumbling heart!
Comfort belies not upfront, where the bright glare blinds,
But in the glowing lingering embers of the afterglow.
In the afterburner of the karaoke sing-along song.
Humming the back-story concoction of memories
Translucent and phosphorescent.
Tarrying perchance, in a happenstance dance,
A wake, lingering long, along into the night
On the back-burner, dimmer set to simmer.
The serpent rears up
with fangs bared,
upfront and center.
The scorpion's sting
is poised to strike
with a coiled, curled,
cowering, concealed,
backender sting in its tail.
A life flips on a coin toss:
heads for a destiny,
tails for a lingering uncertainty,
when fate strikes upfront,
or with a backender.
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