Spencer : Writing

And I Fished

And I Fished

A Poem by Spencer


While they argued and pointed fingers I fished While they called each other names I fished While they added lousy descriptions hey, I fi..
Feed Me, Woman!

Feed Me, Woman!

A Poem by Spencer


Feed Me, Woman! Speak to me, woman thy words are as a meal I gourge on. Words whose flavor are akin to honey dripping from a muffin. As I bit..
R & B Slow Dance

R & B Slow Dance

A Poem by Spencer


Just as the band left for a break the DJ played R & B to be kind. Bobby Womach in the background familiar words dangling in mind. A trip to ..
Bitter Taste

Bitter Taste

A Poem by Spencer


I often feel like I don't belong this world has gotten off base. Like a child being bumped in a crowd can't seem to find my place. Twirling rou..
Poets Speak Of Love

Poets Speak Of Love

A Poem by Spencer


We speak of magic moments of love and deep devotion and always there's a battle to reach the limits of emotion. The reader just has to feel ever..
Will You Recognize Me

Will You Recognize Me

A Poem by Spencer


Our spirits have shared a branch massaged each other to admitting that souls do meet in the air of prose if we allow a total submitting. I hav..
Inspired By Liz on a Saturday Morn

Inspired By Liz on a Saturday Morn

A Poem by Spencer


Oh, but to take a day and just walk and talk share senses we see hovering over the trees Stroll just about anyplace in the park while spirits hang ..
My Give A Damn Is Gone

My Give A Damn Is Gone

A Poem by Spencer


She tried so hard to change what the world knew to be wrong but when she turned to me my give a damn had already gone. Years ago I did really ..
Taking Time To Sip A brew

Taking Time To Sip A brew

A Poem by Spencer


Life came to a brief halt taking time to sip a brew Closing out the rest of the world to spend a little time with you. Seems like ages had pas..