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Some
of these poems have been written
approximately two decades ago. Note that a few of the poems may be culturally challenging to a North American/European audience while others aren’t. There are
a few poems that are more understandable from a Jamaican context, my native land. Thanks for visiting this page.
(1)
Sorrow’s Doom.
Sorrow’s doom encamps my brain,
Driving me insane
Making my blood clot in my veins
And making impossible the control of life’s
reign.
My head hurts
My heart races
And my thoughts cease to radiate consciousness
As sorrow’s doom looms and
Loots my cognitive structures
Ripping and splitting me apart
Stealing away from me my Darling’s
heart.
My love oozes in spurts
From my bloodless coat
As my Darling goes into oblivion!
Out of Being
Heartless
And careless
For the one she leaves behind
Motherless, fatherless and wifeless
Making my life useless
Going around with a perplexed mind
At the call of sorrow’s doom
In my wife’s imagined bosom.
July twenty-five, ninety two
My Sweetheart and I
We went it through
Hand in hand along the beautiful aisle
But now all that exist are the spoils
Accompanied with a vacant smile
Tears, sorrows and doom
The clothing soil of stained
Hatred and grudge blossoming
Into sorrow’s doom.
(Joshua Spencer-July 1992)
(2)
Nature’s
Seeds.
Sun stained face,
Coloured black from the rays,
Bathed in a continuous flow
Of salty stenched liquid
Just like the uncovered toilet bowl
Succumbing to society’s enslavement.
No house to rent
No money to spend
Entwined and merely protected
And covered by the vastness of earth’s
sky.
Seeds of tears in rags
And tattered raiments
Remind them of the need
For a continuous supply of oxygen,
Of life or death?!
Survival merely lies within the vast
Expanse of wild forest
To nourish the seeds
To cherish
To grow
For the poor deprived souls.
In time , the seeds will be consumed
They will perish, stifle
And be malnourished
A six-foot-six casket
Will be their bed.
And Earth will fold in
The greatest of her stars will fade
And disappear into the Beyond
Into nothingness
And nature’s fertility will dwindle
away
Taking across the miles the smiles
Across the valleys
And over the great seas
To be viewed on the other side
Of the hemisphere
By a few mighty organisms
Still to be trampled
By the competition!
No escape for the seeds
Of poor sun stained face.
(Joshua Spencer-December 1992)
(3)
Tension’s Grip.
How dare you
Entwine my being like a saprophytic plant?
Sucking at my flesh
A host for your sting?
Snaking my head
Stifling my breath
Racing my pulse
Accelerating my heartbeat
To pressure my blood vessels
To dilate my brain
To expand
To kill!
How dare you engulf my central nervous
system?
Render me incapable of conscious thought
Conscious reasoning
Sexual appetite
Sexual joy
Unable to cope with life’s tasks
And challenges
Unable to communicate with my friends
My foes
My children
And my children’s children.
Let go of my being!!
Free me of your neurotic vibrations
Your rapid convulsions.
Your goal is clear
To induce sadness
To elicit madness
To create brain haemorrhage
To cause me to suffer
Us to suffer
My children to hunger
And my girlfriend to cry
A community to dress in black
In large numbers
With wet eyes and damped handkerchiefs.
With
outstretched hands
And clawish fingers
You grip my emotions
Making them
Making me lose control.
I know who you are
I am the STAR
You are tension’s grip
But with the Beyond’s help
I shall slip!
(Joshua Spencer-February 1990)
(4)
Poverty
Dominates.
Poverty surrounds you.
Hunger embeds you
Your stomach aches
And your joys flow away like a river
And tears take its place.
In ragged, tattered and stained raiment
You hush a starving , crying child to
rest
A body that utters sounds of thunder
As gas roams its impoverished structure.
A bird sings
A toad croaks
To cheer up your disturbed mind
But in vain
Your face crumpled like a crushed paper
bag
Your teeth are black
As a moonless midnight
With your body emitting a stenched odour
That attracts the crows.
Jealously envy and grudge are killing
you
And you are not to blame you are soon
insane
The rich despise you
You are intolerable
And worse of all capitalism curses you!
You walk on the street to entertain the
elite
You absorb the heat of an amazingly hot
street
And they smile and laugh
And turn up their noses and pass you behind.
You return to a debilitated structure
To meditate to the divine
But in vain
Because he hates you
You are to continue
In your impoverished condition
You turn on your belly
To fill a vacuum stomach with gas.
(Joshua Spencer-August 1978)
(5)
The Urge To achieve
Continuous restriction of movements
Eternal hard work
Sleepless nights
Accompanied with little play-just to achieve.
No girlfriends, no dance
Stranger to the streets
In the square me, they seldom meet
Just because I am working to achieve.
Stupid, mad, foolish, insane are common adjectives
Used to describe me
I walk in deep meditation
I do not see the rest of the world
I am different, indifferent, isolated
Just in order to achieve
My closest friend is my best friend
I hug her during lectures
And squeeze her tight for most of the
night
Just for one reason, one purpose
The desire to achieve.
Frustration and depression do come upon
me
But already I have made a pledge
A pledge to love her
To live with her for three long years!
I have started and must continue this
way
Because my profession - I want to achieve.
Nights after nights
Days after days
I keep looking through, staring at
Studying from my friend,
My friend
book - to reach my goal
To
achieve.
I have started to achieve
I will and must continue this way
I must work hard each day
To bring about a change in my life
A change from dirty poverty
A change from the ghetto!
I must undergo an upper social mobility
And then look down on my black brothers
Throw them one end of the rope
And I must hold on to the other.
My black brothers shall be pulled up with
me
And my race and I
We shall shout “We had to achieve,
we have achieved!!”
(Joshua Spencer-September 1979)
(6)
Are You really Gone?!
Why did we meet that day we met?
Now only to be left in the cold
I am left alone
Honey, are you gone?
A romance that lightens
And brightens my dull day
A love we share everywhere
But suddenly my emotions
Are crying out for sympathy
As I have to ask
Are you gone?
How do we compensate
For the wasted days?
What will we do with our few memories?
I guess it’s the inevitable
You have got to leave
But still I have got to ask
Are you really gone?
My joys are suddenly flowing
In the sorrow stream.
My days are changing to moonless nights
As I watch you gradually
And surely going out of sight
Am I seeing right?!
Are you really gone?
Dear God, if it is thy will
So let it be
But God, help me to remain sane
I am feeling this terrible love pain
Oh God, I have still got to ask
Are you really gone?!
(Joshua Spencer-February 1981)
(7)
Hatred Sings.
The black man laughs
A dog barks
A cock crows
And hatred sings.
A mother plays and comforts her child
A father hugs and embraces
And relaxes
And hatred sings
And hatred sings.
A policeman guards a royal home
A soldier roams and protects
Co-workers chat and grin
And occasionally smile
But hatred sings.
Politicians move around ghetto people
Nurses and doctors care for their diseased
patients
But scorn stings
And hatred sings
And hatred sings.
Teachers teach their pupils
Rapports are frequent
But love and sympathy
Are superficial
Deep down they hate
And hatred stings and hatred sings.
Friends sing love and peace aloud
But deep in their hearts
Hate is being whistled
Bloody hate!
And hatred stings
And hatred sings.
Why pretend?
Why not amend?
Be a genuine soul
And be true
Love earnestly and sincerely
Eliminate pretence
Let the Beyond be your king
And hatred will not ring
And hatred will not sting
And then, will hatred sting?
Will hatred really be in the dust bin?
(Joshua Spencer-January 1982)
(8)
The Power of Love
I look in the night’s sky
And what do I see?
A thousand stars
Smiling at me.
I wander down the rural path
In a desolate frame of mind
And suddenly being interrupted
By a roaring stream.
I get close cautiously, calmly
And peer down in the stream
What do I see?
A thousand fishes laughing
Haughtily with me
I stand in awe
I wonder what this could be
And suddenly
A pretty little bird
Comes a chirping at me
I flee from the scene
And what do I see?
A motherly sweetheart
Waiting at home,patiently.
Her smiles are light and soft
And velvety
In her arms, I fall comfortably
We switch the lights out
And turn out all the shouts
And all night long
We do the love song.
(Joshua Spencer-1984)
(9)
Maurice Bishop
He was a young man and a stalwart
He was strong, fine and dignified
Loved by the people
The majority of his people.
Yet murdered by the hands of a few
Blood thirsty soul.
Cannibalized , eradicated and crucified
By blood thirsty, nasty, dirty
Ravenous ‘John crows’
Who are the murderers?
Where are they from?
What is their motive for power?
Why do these vagabonds
Want to hold the handle?
Not
clear, not fair, I swear!
They are boiling for economic strength
Political
dominance
They seek to exploit
To exploit humankind - to destroy
Blood, sweat or tears
Which do you think?
(Joshua Spencer- March 1983)
(10) Why Am I Lonely?
Why am I lonely?
I walk the crowded streets
I listen to the beating of drums
The singing of birds
Yet my loneliness remains.
I have a few friends, social friends
We chat together and yet I am lonely
There is a feeling of depression
A feeling of sadness
A feeling as if I am in another world
Only with myself
And the sun shines but once a year
With the clouds always thick and black
And appear to be motionless!
Am I lonely because I need love?
Am I lonely because I have not yet found
that one
That special one?
That one to hold me tight, to kiss me?
To make love to me and care for me?
Why? Why?! Just why am I lonely?
(Joshua Spencer-September 1979)
(11)
Depression
Depression! depression! Oh , frustration.
Consideration- All because of depression
Is it worthwhile to be depressed?
Is it worthwhile to be depressed?!
It can cause cancer
Ohhhh God ,is this a reasonable answer?
Your body’s cells,
Your white blood cells all become inactive
because of depression.
Depression accompanies frustration
This is not good
You eat no food
You are sick. Oh depression!
Leave me alone! Leave me alone!!
Welcome happiness
I’ll meet you joy.
Depression I have CONQUERED you
Depression, I’m STRONG
Depression, I don’t hear you?!
Depression, you are gone. Aren’t
you?
Good morning HAPPINESS!
(Joshua Spencer- August 1978)
(12)
Maurice Bishop
March
of seventy-nine
Comrade Bishop set every phase
Every stage in time.
Everyone was doing fine
Discipline restored
Jobs started to flow
Like a brief and sudden shower of rain
Some whooligans came
And towed the Bishop away
The sting is hot
The pain is great
But the fight must continue
And the struggle prolonged
Relentless effort must be engaged.
We must fight for the many
Until victory has come!
(Joshua Spencer-1980’s)
(13) Mankind
Every man is God’s handy work.
Every man is important.
He has his skills and task to perform.
He has a brain and a heart and thus responds
To changes in his surroundings
Then Why? Why should someone be superior
Or let’s say inferior to another?
Are all men not made up of the basic units
cells
Which go together in composing a human
being?
Every man is a man, My friend!
(Joshua Spencer-July 1978)
(14)
How I Love Her
Why is it that she stays away?
Why can’t she give me a chance to
try the game?
I think she is young, yes
But old enough to understand
How I love her.
Day and night I try
Days become weeks
Weeks become months
The months become a year
Yet our love, her love has not found gear.
Is it because of her ignorance of
How I love her?
Her lips are sweet, I am sure
She dresses so neatly, that I adore
I try so hard and eventually
She starts but then again I need more.
Could it be that she does not know
How I love her?
Please dear Deity, I pray!
Let her be my Queen today.
Dear Beyond, you know, I am sure
Yes God, you know
How I love her.
(Joshua Spencer-April 1980)
(15)
The Black Man
The man is from Africa
The man was once sold
The ex-slave, the slave driver
Truly this is the black man.
The man with a powerful brain
A strong man!
The one who has always been discriminated
against
The man with such powerful a complexion
That other races try to isolate him
This is the true description of the negro
,the black man.
A servant and a master
A follower and a leader
He is poor , he is rich
What man with such unique behaviour?
Are you not proud to be the black man?
A good worker
Good at his task,
Not lazy as the others
And so was used as a substitute to the
others who hated work!
He was enslaved!
But I’ll beat my drum and sing all
day long
As I am proud because
I am the BLACK MAN!
(Joshua Spencer-July 1978)
(16) Everything is Gone.
Dinner has ceased from being cooked
The radio has stopped playing or gets
low
Man gets hungrier and angrier and
So everything is gone.
The peace, there is none.
Harmony has deteriorated
‘Love’ can be eliminated from the English dictionary
It has no meaning
It does not exist!
Everything is gone.
There are less residential areas
With less sophisticated mansions
More and more huts, barracks, erected
in the ghettos
And ghetto life spreads
Killing, drinking of blood and sweat for
water
And sleeping on board for bed
Everything is going, is gone.
Just a minute, I could be wrong.
Not everything is going, is gone.
I can see quite clearly one thing is coming.
I can see its face, its head and grinning
teeth
I can see its entire body
Its unemployment!
Yes, one thing is surely and truly coming
Not everything is gone
Unemployment is still coming
With his eyes focused at me, at us.
Is everything right? Has everything gone?
(Joshua Spencer-August
1978)
(17)
Life in Jamaica!
For the poor, it’s a pain in the
tooth
For the rich it’s like a mother
having been successful in a first birth.
For the rich twenty pounds of mutton
Tuesday, Wednesday twenty-five pounds
of steaks and so
As the days go by there is a change of
meal for the rich
A variety of nutrients for ensuring a
balance diet
Sunday comes fifty pounds of chicken for
one rich man and his tiny family!
Sunday fifty cents ilaloo or quarter pint
of oil
But from then on ‘till ‘Satday’ in clear an nice Jamaican language
‘So-so’ bickle for the poor
man and his twelve pitney dem!
‘Studyration’ ‘fretration’,
these are the words used by the poor
Words that never existed
Never written in the English dictionary
A mere glimpse at the poor man’s
education.
Evolution, annihilation- the rich man’s words
Well educated. The poor man hears but
he does not understand
The rich mock at the poor as if trying
to explain
He begins with ‘annihilation’
and said it means going out of being
Or complete calamity but again, the poor
does not comprehend
The poor did not have the high school
fee for a basic education
He did not attend school.
He turns away wondering well hard.
Eventually he gets crazy
He is mad, he is insane
Making nothing repugnant to life in Jamaica!
(Joshua Spencer-September 1985)
(18)
The Black Man
Coffled to the African coast
He listened attentively to the sound of
the chain
As it rattled at his banded feet.
He reached the coast safely and so smiled
a little
Because he was tired
Smiled for rest.
He is imprisoned in his baracoon
Not long though, just temporarily
For the white man, the trader
Is coming to snap him like a dog snaps
a bone.
The black man is converted to a piece
of furniture
Dust must not be seen on your cabinet
Neither must there be signs of fading
So he is shaved, oiled and polished
Ready to be sold.
He is bought and brought into the slaver
To face the journey through the middle
passage
And due to the insanitary condition
He is infested with small pox
And the doctor of the slaver
The white doctor is tired of too much
of him
He is left to die but the Beyond said
‘no’
So he lives on.
He reached the West Indies naked
And another white man grabbed him
After he was made to move
About like a horse turning a mill!
Covered his nakedness and gave him a handkerchief
To dry his sweat and tears
As he will be expected to work to death
With that cutlass given to him
To make the white man and his mother country
rich.
But yet the black man lives on!
All that happened several years ago
And the whites have been forgiven, their
apology accepted
But yet we still have to say the black
man lives on.
He lives in the past
He will live in the future too
The black man is strong and will live
forever!
(Joshua Spencer-May 1983)
(19)
Your Love keeps On Healing Me!
I often falter on the wayside
The challenges and the woes of life
Keep nudging at me,
At my optimism
But the knowledge of your love keeps on
healing me
The glory of the morning’s sun
Brings along with it
The ironic sorrow and doom.
In the night, a pale and changing moon
evolves
Around which life,
My life, seems to revolve
With an equal paleness
And I retire to doom
To a feeling of nothingness
A vacuum of hopelessness
And just then
The
knowledge of your existence
Frees me of the stench
And I’m made strong.
The youthful minds
The youthful beings
Yearn for hope, for knowledge, for eternity
For future strength
And are put to my charge.
The responsibility is great.
The task is nerve wrecking
And at times, I shiver as if I’m
quaking
Wanting to die, to succumb
To life’s rough way
To society’s onslaught
To society’s torture
To nature’s pain
But I take a break and I sigh
And you become real as the sun is to day.
I’m lifted! Uplifted!
You are the one
Who makes me tick along
As your love keeps on healing me.
How discouraged I become sometimes.
The loneliness
The frustration
The sorrows
The usually long lasting illness of a
relative, a mother and a friend
Even death!
And always as I decide
To hang up the hammer
You I remember.
A sudden hope oozes
In the vacuum spaces of my thoughts
Like a sudden rush of wind on a summer
desert
Which envelopes my being
Engulfs my pessimism
And makes me merry
Your love keeps on healing me.
I realize how precious you are in my heart
And for every negative vibe
That inundates my soul, my being
I’m elevated and re-inspired
By you, through you
You , baby…
Your love has got a hold on me!
I’m inspired to greater thoughts,
positive energy.
Your love has made me well.
I’m healed.
(Joshua Spencer-August 1992)
(20)
Desperate Lover
I need you now
Please don’t ask me how
I need you desperately.
Your eyes, your shape,
Your dignity,
The very voice that calls my name
It means so much to me.
I always try to cheat a moment
To think of you
To re-live the few lovely times we spent
together
And cover the wrongs you do.
Sweetheart, this is not a poem
Neither is it a rhyme.
It’s just a few lines
To let you know
That I love you so
And you mean the world to me
I am desperate
I am going crazy for you!
I am your desperate lover.
(Joshua Spencer-April
1980)
(21) The Pain.
Swindled retrovert,
recluse, introvert
Inhaling in the
insane pain.
My mental potency
stains and strains
Head lifted in
high gaze to face the world
Though sly to shade
the pain.
Cognitive overload
With my hurt and
perceived discrimination
Enveloping and
clouding my genuine talent
To attain peace
of mind
The joy and full
meaning of life.
The latent energy
and heat to survive
Surpass the much
perceived visible thrust of glee
A deep embedded,
restrained emotion
Crying out to be
free.
In a land masked
with superficial love and equality
My intellectual
being struggles with the rest of itself
To shout ‘cheat!’
and ‘discrimination!’ in my new home
But soon realizes
that to do so means doom
In a wretched hemisphere
pregnant with racism and gloom.
The criteria for
a raise at work in my new home are clear
They are contingent
not on one’s ability
The superior talent
to effect a positive and prosperous impact on the job
But more so on
one’s race
One’s claim
to the waving maple leaf!
This is my pain.
Academic achievements
and work experience are insignificant
In this rugged, biased and onesided ball game
A grade ten education
elicits a greater reward
If one is endowed
with the right skin shade.
The underdog must
be frustrated into retreat
And be pushed aside
to bite the bullet
In this hemisphere
inundated with aliens’ pain.
(Joshua Spencer-July
1,1999).
(22)
Time
Passes In A Flash
Its happy yesterdays and yesteryears flashed by
With lightening
speed right before its eyes
Its toddlerhood spanned so narrowly, so brief
At times it has
got to struggle with itself to stave off the grief.
A bright, wide-eyed
, masculine seedling
Ejected from its
safe fertile soil
Into trampled,
unfertilized and overused domain
Comedian and centre
of attention
A garden’s
jubilee.
So free, so happy,
so strong
With the glee radiated from a garden
Common to itself
and its sibling seedlings
Blossomed quickly
into a blooming flower
But without the
sun’s rays to graze
It is dazed.
Its garden, its
sun’s rays and fertilizers
Are quickly snatched
away.
Its chlorophyll
becomes almost non-existent
There is a feeling
that nothing lasts forever.
And that’s
right.
Time passes in
a flash
Like a hundred
metre dash.
Within seconds,
it’s at the end of its race
Facing what was
to be for decades
A truly rapid pace.
A race of time
A pace of struggles
A memory that is
merely reflective and fatigued
By the wicked elements
of nature.
The challenges
ahead before it’s dead
As time passes
in a flash.
Time passes in
a flash.
It recoils and
time’s pace has left it far behind.
Struggling to find
momentum and thrust
To make force times
distance equals work
Work in seconds
- in times.
It faces its fortieth
year with trepidation.
Long life for a
plant!
Penetrating and
elongating its roots, radicles and root hairs
But recoiling too
often to feed from its past source
Looking back at
the past
Wanting to turn
around
To defy tropism
- phototropism
To evade the outer,
external glare.
To change direction
But that’s
it!
It must face reality,
the glare.
The past is the
past
It no longer exists
and will never return
The facts of life
must be faced.
Time passes in
a flash!
(Joshua Spencer
- September 12,1999)
(23
) Emotions
Emotions rock my
heart
Emotions stall
my start
Entrapped spirit
dying to be released.
Sun and moon shineth
Along my path
Directing my steps
Balancing my glides
But emotions encamp
me
Rattling against
and flattering my heart
Joy and peace of
mind are sought
Each and everyday
I’m longing
to be jolly and gay
To laugh my laughs
and cry my cries in peace.
But emotions envelope
and rope me to the floor.
I cry day and night
to relieve
And release the
pain
But in vain
Emotions pent up
and buckled potentials
Prevent me from
enjoying my saltless tears!
Emotions rule my
mind.
Emotions at work
Emotions at play
Oh! I long to cry
in peace
To rock my heavy
head to the monotonous Rhythm
Of my tired heart.
I feel my screams
Against my thumping
chest
Into my capillaries,
arteries and veins.
It’s a vindictive
pest!
Emotions must find
a free pathway
And it will
To avoid the spill
and fill
Without the use
of a pill.
The reticence must
be prolonged
Merely to surface
in poetic prose
Concealed!
Emotions! Emotions!
Emotions!
That’s a
feeling - real or imagined.
(Joshua Spencer
- November 27,1999)
(24)
Fluctuating Life
Life’s a castle of hope
An amazing grace which provides a base
That saves a wretch, a
wretch like me
Caressed in its warmth to flourish, to thrive.
Life with its struggling and debilitating way
Broken family life and tree
Evading glee,
inundated with sadness
Lost prestige and status
Life’s bafflements and hassles, derailing forces
Had me restrained and gagged to the ground.
It is this life that affords me the will
A vehicle to achieve great honour
A profession, a university education
Leadership skills with an ability to have my obstacles spilled.
Spilled away and dissolved among the particles of the ocean
To the bottom of the deep blue sea!
This is the same life that crowned me
A second class citizen, a slave.
Repressed, oppressed, exploited and cheated
Entrapped to a duty that is likened to a burning sore
Unhealing , unsevering , torturous pain.
A life that lures me to an unwelcoming hemisphere
That makes no qualms to identify me as the underdog
A minority
without might.
Yet the greatest scholarship is life itself.
The wisdom it endows empowers
And makes mockery of the numbers
Of systolic and diastolic rhythm
In a human’s life, a human’s heart.
Life’s mystery is a richness unsurpassed and unsurpassable.
Life, oh life. Good life!
At the dusk of this precious gift
I enjoy death or doom
A permanent recess and rest
From the things I love to do
To a vacuum of the unknown, non-existent eternity
That persists into infinity.
This is life.
Life with its fluctuating ways.
It ebbs and flows
It pushes and pulls
At my,our survival skills
But it certainly isn’t fair
And outrightly is not what you make it.
Life,
one must face it, even me.
Life is a fluctuating beast!
(Joshua Spencer - February 17,2000)
(25)
“I”
I see the day’s
dawn turns to dusk.
Its brief light
of hope thins into massive darkness
Causing me to stumble.
I hear voices laughing
outrageously loudly
Synchronized with
a weeping wale
Echoing tunes, a tune that signals that its anatomy
And physiology
are nearing their peaks of endurance.
There are whispers
everywhere – so deafening
That I am scared
to describe them as such.
But I must.
No one seems to
hear them
Cause I am whispering
too!
I feel my heart
skipping like a rope
Flattering my mind.
Yet my doctor says
I’m fine.
I trust my doctor
is right but I don’t trust his insight.
I feel my time
has come
I feel my suffering
is winding down
I know I will make
the news
I have given you
all the warnings – You did nothing!
It won’t
be long. I - - - I.
I’m just
a poor, black insignificant one.
(Joshua Spencer
– August 6, 2002)
(26)
Springing Flower
Little seedling
with a massive head and radicle
Rolls down
the sloppy stream
To the force
of gravity’s pull.
Flowers are
grazed by, and with its sprinkles
And push
their shoots up to meet
The sun’s
gaze.
Their root
and radicles penetrate deep into the soil
To sip out
as much nutrient
To thrive.
Once the
equilibrium of water, air and sunlight exist
A powerful,
fruitful plant grows and spreads
Its massive
branches and roots about,
To support
life.
(27)
Suicidal Watch
Crawling
swiftly through
The vacuum
space of time
All that
is conspicuous and present
To this rodent
sniffing and licking at its freeway track.
Steadfast
in its stride to feast on the cheese
The bate
on its fatal trap!
The rodent
now somehow ironically assumes an intelligence so deep
So philosophical-
Long ago discovered by the psychologist Skinner.
She begins
to question her quest for life
And ponders
on the unknown – Could it be her escape?!
Apart from
burrowing in her holes
And nibbling
on the rashions of her environs
and wastes of her masters
She hungers
steadfastly twenty four hours a day.
This rodent
feels nought of life
Approaching
more rhythmically in thought and being
The path
to mortality’s beat.
What hurt
and pain can a rodent bear?
What meal
she needs but the natural grass?
That breeds
hope
To clothe
her youngsters’ nest.
That’s
her natured role.
The chanting,
cheering voices in her mind’s ears
Almost schizophrenic
.
Now convincingly
inched only a stone’s throw
From that
weapon of relief and peace.
She pauses
to welcome it with glee.
And every
time that she misses her meal
And every
moment that she longs for affection
From alien
and homely rodents
Every second
edges to a truer and growing desire
To eat of
the bate set by the masters of the terrain.
The watch
of time
The time
of freedom
The freedom
of pain
Suicidal
trap induced, beckoned.
The pain
to ease will cease
With the
eating of the cheese.
And all will
be well
Her hurtings
will sleep into infinity
With her
deity
And who knows,
there may be hope then!
Sure her
flesh will provide nutrients for a battered soil
To be re-cycled
to man and beast alike.
She will
not have travailed into mortality in vain.
( Joshua
Spencer – August 6, 2002 )
(28) Oh
Sister!
Oh Sister, I feel your pain
When I look at your pictures
And show them to friends, too
Oh sister, I really, really do feel your pain.
When I remember the sparks
The sparks in your eyes
The natural vitality of youth in your being
Your creativity, your passion for life and glee
Oh sister, I feel your pain.
When I know that there is nothing
Big brother can do to set you free
When I imagine how much you're missing
Missing your jubilee
Dear sister, oh sister
I share your pain!
Oh sister! Dear sister!
It's hard to imagine
And admit that this is your bit
What regrets you must hone
In your new European home.
Sister, this piece is for you
Even though I dear not send it to your palace
For fear of disturbing your solace
Oh sister, I really do feel your pain!
Oh sister, you have learned
A hard lesson.
Too bad your teacher, is our sister.
Oh sisters, we all feel your pains!
(Written by Joshua Spencer - August 3, 2003).
(29) Resonating Sorrow.
What resonating sorrow she feels
In alien's territory, her vacuum home.
How repetitive has become this dulling, weakening feel.
Having her face snatched to the ground, grasping for breath.
Bruising, whaling and stifling her squeal.
Resonating sorrow has stalled her speed
Daggered her shield
Drowned her swimming, buoyant hope
Having her thrust, desires and intellect bind
With an apparently fatal and permanently knotted rope.
Resonating sorrow flourishes and solidifies.
Its subject's voice unreachable and unhearable
In its mere non-existent, atmospheric, deficient realm.
Her vacuum home is no medium to detonate her squeal.
No air to breathe or to support her aching, shaky, vocal tremors.
How long will she cope in this vacuum gape?
Will she be cajoled to dope?
To be bumped over the slope
Left to perish and deteriorate further from her dream
To the scum of this merciless, alien trap.
(written by Joshua Spencer - September 2, 2005)
(30) Cherished Fruits
Battered branch with its pollinated flowers
Blooming laboriously among a rugged, hounding breeze.
Engulfed and fiercely caressed by nature's tortuous thrust.
With confident endurance, it ebbs at its trunk's vibrating
cambium
Activating a deep penetration of its body's root, radicles
and root hairs
To establish great defiance of gravity's cruel pull.
It cherishes and guards its budding fruits
With unrelenting, sustained energy.
Every single one of them.
In every fleeing moment of time
Until they are fully matured and ripe.
Ripe enough to nourish
And replenish life as was nature's goal.
Not left unprotected to be cast in the pool.
To be prematurely disseminated
Without having the guidelines or the rules
Not to be left exposed to the elements and the graze of earth's
mules.
This branch cherishes its fruits with all its being.
The souls,
The matured soulful fruits have escaped the brunt of nature's
thorns.
Having acquired the genetic strength to grow, to survive
To stay alive
Beyond the shallow enclave of their parental nest.
(Written by Joshua Spencer, September 6, 2005)
(31) Sleeping Slumber
Oh what sleeping slumber I bear.
Oh Beyond, I wish I could remember
The good old days of Casanova
To have my tears evaporate into laughter.
Sleeping slumber, sleeping slumber
I despise that month of October
That gives right to my birth
Oh I wish this scorpion zodiac would
Weaken its lion's grip of constraints and pain.
Sleeping slumber is all that I have got.
My family, my hope, my dreams have baffled like a ratbat
Out of my reach
And into a whaling, aching ditch.
Sleeping slumber, sleeping slumber
You're all that I've got.
How would I've survived, had you not stayed with me?
How else would I've found this medium to flush away my tears?
How would I've conjured the energy and the will to stay awake
all night long?
Pondering well hard, my future plan.
Sleeping slumber, sleeping slumber, you're all that I've got.
Your intertwining,fluctuating, joyous pain Evokes non-erotic
energy, amidst my stead.
Energy to stay alive, not to dive
In the deep, dark, slimy ocean
And lose sight, focus on life.
Sleeping slumber, sleeping slumber
You're all that I've got.
(Written by Joshua Spencer Sept 7, 2005)
(32) Norman By Joshua Spencer
Norman, the Gibraltor
Norman, the innovator and leader
A people person and champion for the poor
But our Norman is now, no more.
Why should the good hearted
Be snatched away
Even before he gets a bay?
We'll never know
But Norman Buchanan will always be remembered, as our champion.
His captivating, smiling face lit up the darkest dungeon.
Inherently endowed with a steadfastness,uprightness and drive
To keep the disadvantaged and underprivileged alive
Ignited and energized, his sole motivation to survive
To succeed and nurture the feeblest and weakest of the human heart.
Oh Norman, we'll remember you always
The days you coached us, to be our best
And all the rest
With all the challenges and the tests.
The greatest hurt, we feel
Is how disappointed you must be
For not having the chance to let the poor and the weak, have their jubilee.
But who knows, Norman
The Beyond must have a plan
Probably had we the insight, we'd understand.
(Written by Joshua Spencer, Sept 19, 2005 in tribute to my friend and comrade, Norman Buchanan who
died on Sept 18, 2005).
(33) Where is it?
Where is the richness, the success?
The dollars overflowing and all the rest?
Friends and family by each other's side
Helping one another with their glides?
Where is it?
Where is the hot, blazing summer?
The flaky, white snow of winter?
The autumnly, colourful leaves?
Spring's sweetly, blossoming flower?
Oh my dearest, please
Where is it?
Where is the rich, juicy vegetable?
The plains of North America?
The smiles and the laughter?
The young, the old, doing the casanova?
Where is it?
Where is the joyous tear?
The rich food, more than to spare?
The gleeful children parading their jubilee?
Enjoying nature's realm, carefree?
Where is it?
Where is the A-Class healthcare system?
The topnotch job, no one will dodge?
The designer Jeans with the fab?
The comradeship and love?
The great Beyond above?
Where is it?
Please, someone, tell me, us sufferers
The marginalized and frustrated beggars.
The tiring, near relenting hearts
Toiling everyday, to float a bay
But still can't start.
Someone, please, give us a response
To understand this ,our ignorance.
Just tell us.
Where is it?
(Written by Joshua Spencer october 2, 2005)
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