Posted by: tsopr | December 28, 2008

Joseph S. Spence Sr., American Poet

Joseph S. Spence Sr. is the co-author of two poetry books, A Trilogy of Poetry, Prose and Thoughts for the Mind, Body and Soul, and Trilogy Moments for the Mind, Body and Soul. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums including: Harvest of New Millennium, Joyful Magazine, Taj Mahal Review, The Phoenix Magazine, and World Haiku Association. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for the state of Arkansas, USA, and is a college adjunct faculty member. His poem “Amazing Grace,” received the Poetry Soup International Poetry Contest Honorable Mention Award (July 2007).

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                               Featured Poetry of Joseph S. Spence Sr.

Greater in Heaven Art Thou

Heart broken torn apart like scrambl’d eggs;
As the weak link snapp’d momentum slow’d—stopp’d
Love wherest art thou? Torment’d now begs,
This cup of scourge, drink or not—spill’d—now mopp’d.

Et tu Brute? Whisper’d from Caesar’s lips;
Yet Romeo and Juliet once lov’d,
Like Macbeth’s witches brew—don’t drink nor sip:
Fate or faith shatter’d, vulture pick’d bones—cross’d.

Heart pleadeth upward—greater is thy love,
Open Heaven’s gate with thy purest light;
Hearest thou not the meek? Awaiting thy dove!
Remove these shadows of darkness and strife:

Greater art thou in Heaven than on Earth,
Creator of creation giveth now birth!

© Joseph, 9/4/08
© All Rights Reserved

“Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat.”

Dangerous Night at the After Hours Bar

Siren blasting; it’s a full moon night,
Dangerous intuition not an illusion.
Music blasting in ears, voices rising,
Decibels crashing drums—intoxicating.
Life at the after hours bar breathes danger!

Flashy sight of strange characters moving:
Coming, going, like bees buzzing in a hive.
Cautious lives sleeping at home in comfort
This is not their paradise, yet others live.
Life at the after hour bar breathes danger!

One of a kind; birds of the same winged feather:
Coughing, wheezing, puffing—swallow breath.
Ticking like a bomb set to explode—revealing
The hidden secrets of suspense…after hours.
Life at the after hour bar breathes danger!

A scared face character watches the door;
Hat turned backward, never wearing a smile.
Cigar in the corner of his mouth—pony tailed
No one leaves or enters without a secret code.
Life at the after hours bar breathes danger!

Siren blasting; it’s a full moon night.
Life at the after hours bar breathes danger!

© Joseph, 9/4/08
© All Rights Reserved

New Year’s Sparkling Champagne

Sipping New Year’s sparkling champagne,
And taking my succulent sipping slow;
Watching the beautiful bird, bees, and
Ants always busily beaming on the go.

Twinkling stars winking down at me,
This tasting has me toasting—floating;
Gliding behind grand space and time,
My horn I am still blowing—tooting.

Tonight a charming magic carpet ride,
O with rising sun I’m a happy fellow;
Darkness diminishing to calm day light,
On fluffy pillow head shall be mellow.

Sipping New Year’s sparkling champagne,
And taking my succulent sipping slow!

© Joseph Spence, Sr., 9/21/08
© All Rights Reserved

Errata Poem # 10

When I say ice cream read I scream
When I say consonant read son of ant
When I say insinuate read in sin you ate
When I say four candles read fork handles

When I say mint spy read mince pie
When I say greénhouse read green hoúse
When I say bláckboard read black boárd
When I say mesher read measure

When I say Alpine read alpine
When I say vowel read dish towel
When I say Homophone read home on phone
When I say Polish read polish

When I say phonology read phone allergy
When I say i.c.u. read I see you
When I say Lent read lent
When I say Turkey read turkey

When I say euthanasia read youth in Asia
When I say depreciate read deprecate
When I say farther read further
When I say collision read collusion

When I say endocentric read exocentric
When I say pharynx read larynx
When I say thought read though
When I say phonemic read phonetic

When I say weather read whether
When I say China read china
When I say call on phones read allophones
When I say stuffy nose read stuff he knows

“A person’s tongue is a twisty thing, there are plenty of words there of every kind, and
the range of words is wide, and their variation.” — HOMER, The Iliad

© Joseph, October 4, 2008
© All Rights Reserved

Succulently Sweet Pumpkin Pie (Epulaeryu)

Smelling scent soothing my soul
Sits in sleek oven
Simmering Jack-O-Lantern
Smiling so nicely
Saliva pours for
Sweet pumpkin

© Joseph, November 2, 2008
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“The finest poetry
Is the most feigning.”
—William Shakespeare

My Vineyard (Epulaeryu)

Let the poor in my vineyard
Gleaning and eating
Even strangers I attest
Come to the harvest
Sweet grapes for the souls
Behold thy

© Joseph S. Spence, Sr., 1/3/08
© All Rights Reserved

 This religious Epulaeryu is based on Song of Solomon 2:5. The “Epulaeryu” poem is about delicious food and drinks. It consists of seven lines with thirty-three syllables. The first line has seven syllables, the second line five, the third line seven, the fourth line five, the fifth line five, the sixth line three, and the seventh line has only one syllable which ends with an exclamation mark. Each line has one thought relating to the main course. The Epulaeryu poetic form syllable count is 7/5/7/5/5/3/1. It has corresponding lines built around the main course, and concludes with the ending line expressing the writer’s excitement and feelings about the meal. The Epulaeryu poetic form was invented by Joseph Spence based on his world travels and sampling of many succulent dishes and drinks.



Supernaturally Seductive!
deadly deception
femme fatale flourished—
dynasties downfall!

© Joseph, October 19, 2008
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“Concentration is the
very essence of poetry.”
—Amy Lowell

The Coming Spring

Spring is in the air
Robin sings by my window
Snow melts to puddles
Red tulip buds crest the earth
Blooming with my smiling soul

© Joseph, March 15, 2008
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cold misty morning
wet grass with lingering dew
wait for rising sun

© Joseph, 1/17/08
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Tough Riders (Senryu)

Off the dusty trail
they rode in town looking tough
marshall stood up—spit!

© Joseph, 1/5/07
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  1. This fabulous featured poet/writer Joseph Spence, Sr. is a welcome site to my eyes. His creation of the poetry form Epulaeryu is challenging and delicious. This posting is good reading and I am happy to say, gives one peace deep within while reading his words. Thank you to the Editor for taking this step and giving others the opportunity to broaden their minds while reading these featured articles posted by this respected writer. Sincerely, Rhoda Galgiani, Poet LI, NY

  2. Hello Rhoda,

    Thanks for this fabulous comment. It’s always a pleasure to hear from you and to read what you have to say with such inspirational words. Thanks for recommending me to this site. I really like the above picture of Greece. Stay warm, out of the cold, and keep writing. Spring will be here before you know it.

    Joseph ‘Epulaeryu” Spence, Sr.
    Shorewood, Wisconsin.

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