Category: Poetry

Words are everything, Poetry is Love, Alice F Spencer

Hope for the elderly

Just a touch

I was sitting at the doctors office a little worried about the fact that my blood pressure reading had been up for the last two days. I was watching the news when a elderly man sitting next to me started talking. At first it was just a regular conversation about his life and how he had worked really hard and even built buildings in the local area but then our conversation changed.

I kept talking but for a second I thought why he was sharing so much but I found out why quickly. Do you think about when you will get the opportunity to share your love for Christ? So we started talking about the Bible and how he reads but does not go to church because the new age preachers don’t follow the rules. I smiled…Then he told me how we all think we are ready to be old but with several medical condition and the fact that science is keeping us around longer it turns into a longing to die but somehow your trapped here.

My heart sank this man had a really successful life, he listed so many blessing in complicated situation but he was so discouraged. He also told me how in his younger days he felt like a Bible scholar and now he gets confused easily. I encouraged him to stay in the word and I told him what a wonderful life he has had so far.

I got him to crack a smile I even offered him my phone number but he declined. I was a little worried that his wife would come out and hit me with her cane but I made it away safely. Before I walked away I put my hand on his shoulder and I told him how much I really appreciated him sharing with me.

I don’t know if I said anything that may have altered his view on the way things were, but I thank God for us crossing paths. I know he was just maybe having an off day and it was time for me to share my love for Christ and what the perfect person to share it with.

My husband lost his Aunt and she was well into her eighties she had seen more things; than we may ever witness in our lifetime. I will never forget I went to see her during her last days. She was fading in and out and we were talking in the room with her. A nurse and I were trying to explain to some smaller children that she was going to a better place. When the nurse asked one of the girls did they know Jesus, out of her sleep our aunt answered and said I do.

What a great feeling came over me because even in the end, she recognized his name. Lets keep our elderly close. They need us more now then ever before.

The Beatitudes Matthew 5:2-11

And he opened his mouth and taught them, saying:

“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

“Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.

“Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.

“Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied.

“Blessed are the merciful, for they shall receive mercy.

“Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.

“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons  of God.

10 “Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness’ sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

11 “Blessed are you when others revile you and persecute you and utter all kinds of evil against you falsely on my account. 12 Rejoice and be glad, for your reward is great in heaven, for so they persecuted the prophets who were before you

©Alice F Spencer 2019~ Revised Copy

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At Last

It’s been fifteen years of my life and I’m singing the same old song

No one is here to comfort me, when things are going wrong

At last I am all by myself rather cold and stiff too

For I am dead as a doorknob, and no one can get through

They did my hair all cute and nice, and gave me lots of flowers

But it’s too late for me to enjoy for I’ve been dead for hours

I must, I must be happy now six feet under ground

No one can tell me right from wrong, or what to do and how

This is a wish a call for help to show me the way

Because I am unhappy and I don’t know if I want to see my next living day

©Alice F Spencer 2019~ Revised Copy

I read this poem now and I cringe. I wonder how my parents and teachers must have felt the day they read it. Thinking back on being stuck in a family counseling sessions for a month, trying to explain why I wrote such a detailed poem. I was never unhappy or wanted to take my life. After talking about suicide one day at school the words just came to me. I wanted to put myself in that situation, and then truly think about how I would feel. So many people today young and old think about suicide. I believe it’s because each day there are so many new disaster. Having friends and a strong belief system is the only thing that can get you through. There is also the fact that people are living longer and this is wonderful, but many are living with chronic pain.

Fifteen is such a confusing age with thoughts of transitioning from a teen to a young adult. Beginning to feel the tug of life; feeling underappreciated could make you feel dead to the people around you. The thought of loved ones rushing around to buy flowers and give well wishes after your gone is the sad state that we all sometimes find ourselves in. Wishing we would have stopped by to check on a loved one or forced them to spend a little time with us. I have noticed my calendar filling up, and sometimes the best thing you can do is clear it. Eliminate a few of those unwanted appointments and add some relaxation time. I like to say start living!!

At Last was a call for help, with the hope that others would make each day count. Spread love from the teen years to the elderly, because people are hurting everywhere and taking your own life is not the solution. I love my mother dearly, her and my sister are my best friends. It makes me sad that my mom has days where she can walk freely, and others where she cannot. I will do everything in my power to help her smile. I hope that smile will give her thousands of reasons, to continue wanting to live in spite of whatever comes her way. At Last

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline1-800-273-8255

Just Maybe Today

Maybe today will be different

Or not

This constant disappointment sadness unhappy spiral of events

Maybe today will be different

Hearing others thoughts out loud no silence no privacy all out in the open

Just maybe

If I can think it and believe it and hear it that sweet happy sound

Of your kindness interrupting my sadness equaling a happy contagious event

Maybe today

Maybe today my forgiving you will somehow motivate you to forgive yourself

Or just maybe

Not……..

Having faith is a great and wonderful way of life. I often wonder how people with little faith make it. I always think about how complicated my life was when I was lost trying to find my way. It was a lot of dark days but with just that little tiny amount of faith I’m still here today …

Matthew 17:20 NIV He replied, “Because you have so little faith. I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.”

Take baby steps to faith

#1 Start your day with a prayer

#2 Always look for a positive in every situation

#3 Who have you blessed today

#4 You reap what you sow (sow greatness)

©Alice F Spencer 2019~ Revised Copy

Poem from Poetry Is Collection

Those words


I thought I had lost those words

The ones that dance in my head all night

They’re back

I was lost in finding myself

Lost in being who I thought I really was

But those words

Pulled me back in to help me understand

I am everything I try so hard not to be

A mother, a best friend, a failure, a winner, me

I thought I had lost those words

The ones that dance in my head all night

But they found me

Those words

©Alice F Spencer 2017~ Poetry Is

https://www.amazon.com/Poetry-Aice-F-Spencer-ebook/dp/B01BI8K97G

That Girl

That Girl

I’m not that girl anymore

So, confidant so daring as I enter the room

She’s here

Everyone waits for the first words

But it’s silent

Just a smile that lights up the room

I’m not that girl anymore

So strong, un-apologetic, bold

Not here for instructions

The instructor

Let me teach you what I know

Been there, done that

I’m not that girl anymore

Voice shaky, over fumbled words as tears

Began collecting in the corner of my eyes

I cry I’m not that girl anymore


©Alice F Spencer May 2019 ~ Finding my way back to you ~ Release Coming Soon

Black and White


My love for you grows each

day

I try to find ways to fight off

the attraction

To pretend it’s not serious

Build up my resistance to you

But it’s clear

My love

Our love is never-ending it’s in

Black and White

©Alice F Spencer March 2019 ~ Finding my way back to you ~ Release Coming Soon

Music

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I could feel my heartbeat between my legs, like the full percussion section on opening night

Your bass was keeping a steady pace with my snare

As we made music

May I blow your horn and make that sweet sound that fades in and out like a distant cry

I cried

I cried because I was so satisfied with that song

I wanted it to last all night long

As we made music

Play that beat

Eat those words, bite chew, as you taste our sweet song

Don’t swallow just let them role off your tongue like a piece of ice on a hot sunny day

Don’t lose that beat, I’m feeling it

Somebody carry my part so I can dance, move, sweat to the music

Slow down, we got all night to party

I could feel my heartbeat between my legs, in my stomach, in my

As we made music

An excerpt from, Spencer, Alice F. Poetry Is; Kindle

©Alice F Spencer Nov 2018