"spivey" poems
who knew really when we first met
so many years ago so many to count
today we would say to each other i love you
dont let go just hold me tight
first time in a long time
to hear those words tears in each others eyes
who knew what we had to go through in life
just to hear these words from me and you.
first time in a long time
it didnt matter what others thought
but what it taught
when life is down there is always someone watching trying to get through
who knew really when we first met
now she says you are stuck the others are out of luck
i am never letting you go just so you know.
so many years ago so many to count
today we would say to each other i love you
dont let go just hold me tight
first time in a long time
who knew really when we first met
the others i know they still mean alot to you and will continue too
but now i hold the reigns and they had the chance to gain.
so your taken no looking back the past is no where to go,
the future is me and you.
who knew really when we first met
so many years ago so many to count
first time in a long time
to hear these words and know they are true
I love you
your stuck with me.
long time waiting
First time in a long time who knew really when we first met
sorry girls i am taken it happened when i wasnt looking not much to say after that
First time in a long time who knew really when we first met
alan spivey 1/23/2014
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 1:22 PM UTC
Ode to *** and coke
I toast the old *** and coke
the after hour drink from one job to the next
sometimes not a break just slip from one kitchen to the other
one paid the other didn't well except for the drinks
Oh how i adore you *** and coke
wake up in the morning coffee in hand blinders on
weary look up on my face, each morning other side of the wall from the coffee
lays her sleeping with someone new
my heart racing anguished and foolish , embarrassed at every turn. I turn back to my room coffee in hand
watch the clock tick until 2 pm get on my scooter to job number one a place really where I can be in my own world until closing time, then off to job number 2 a repeat of number 1
except for in the waiting after the shift was done a *** and coke is to be in hand.
Tired and weary every hour dusk until dawn.
A time where i felt no escape and no place to run and there at the end of the all shifts
old *** and coke waiting for me to take her in my hands and sip and taste
oh what grace... the numbness sifting out all of daily happenings oh so sweet.
day in day out old *** and coke came about..and met me in the night...
then one night waiting for old *** and coke on second order
came across something new
after getting second drink looked over and said hello... several years ago
Now..both restaurants are gone, things i trusted and beleived in gone,
i have moved, my friend stopped talking
everything has changed once again
like the never ending circle
oh how i wish i had that *** and coke
the bartender knew just how much it took to drown the day in each and every glass
he would pour for me
i raise the *** and coke high into the sky and toast to its existence
for it would listen and ease up all the pain.
Ode to *** and coke
by Alan Spivey 1/20/2014
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
Memories, just faded memories
By alan spivey
Looking out my window, Eleanor is playing on the old rope swing that’s hanging down from the old oak tree.
Mary is walking up the steps from going into town to open my front door. The horses are whining and ready to rest from their long ride. The carriage so black and shiny stands there with pride.
The Calvary just passed on their way to who knows, since I can’t move to see what’s going on, my bones are crackling I am getting old.
Memories, just faded memories,
Eleanor isn't there the swing has fallen years ago the old yellow ribbon Mary tied for her husband who never came back home only a little piece still shows on that old oak tree.
My doors swing open and closed with the wind, my window has since been broken. I .. I still see Mary and Eleanor but they never come through my doors or play on the old swing.
They just fade away like faded memories.
I am old my bones are crackling I am falling down more often for I am their house I am whom Mary’s husband made for her before he went to war.
Memories, faded memories
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 5:15 PM UTC
A window that held every dream
Hope, want and need
I reached for I wanted and came back with a ****** hand
Broken glass scattered upon the floor and on the ground
Was it greed or was it reaching for something you needed, believed, hoped and dreamed and freed them from the captivity encased and, hidden behind a pane of glass
Blood streaming down my hand
This wasn’t what I was reaching for to come back hurt and in pain with glass scattered on the floor mixed with blood, and tears
It is said” we hurt the ones we truly love and have the most respect for”
“We flirt and give attention to the ones hardly known”
“And give pleasure to the fleeting soul, the runners of the night”
In turn it is truly only ourselves who really gets hurt
The choices that was made no one else to blame
Staring out the broken pane of glass that once was a window
This wasn’t what I was reaching for to come back hurt and in pain with glass scattered on the floor mixed with blood, and tears
Please forgive me the ones I love,
And the ones hardly known it takes time
The fleeting soul, the runner of the night you’re not needed the thief of all things right and true
Broken glass scattered upon the floor and on the ground
Was it greed or was it reaching for something you needed, believed, hoped and dreamed and freed them from the captivity encased and, hidden behind a pane of glass
Staring out the broken pane of glass that once was a window
Alan Spivey 8/24/2012
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 1:15 PM UTC
I had a poem i was going to write
threw it away just now
I realize after writing
the people i care about are just to busy
I gave my time as if it was candy oh how dandy
that was the only real thing at the time i had to give day or night
now in return the words in rhyme" I'm to busy" chime
I had a poem i was going to write
threw it away just now
opened arms caring soul not sure where i was to go
even under strain i gave my time and loose change
maybe even my last dime
i am too busy from those few
I had a poem i was going to write
threw it away just now
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so now as i write yes i am busy too
the difference
I am not so busy to say hello and still lend the helping hand
i was once that too busy , now at my age learning to live once again
i will never again be too busy for a friend or loved one or for the stranger whom might just become a new friend.
I had a poem i was going to write
threw it away just now
because no matter where or what in life we stand, what we believe in or stand for....
i am not to busy for hello coffee and a chat.or a helping hand..
By alan spivey 1/19/2014
to all my friends i am not to busy just knock at my door if you ever need me once again .i will have the coffee on.
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC
A Day in the Now
To the guy sitting across from me on the bus today
Smiling and carrying his groceries to where ever home or
His journey leads, at first I didn’t pay attention.
However, something kept pushing me to take a look
So without seeming as staring or prying I took the look
I could almost feel the tears in your smile, the pain and agony
It takes to produce a wonderful smile in the short glance
I saw the scars of a fire, from first glance as you walked on the bus
Everything seemed normal in appearance, but as I said I wasn’t paying attention
Until I had the feeling to take a look, through you my kind Sir;
God spoke to me with your wonderful smile; God showed me your pain
Which produced that smile and it touched my heart.
You are an inspiration to this man, Sir. God be with you on your Journey.
Later in the day walking back to the bus stop from donating blood
A man comes up to me and says” pardon me, sorry for bothering you
I am not the type of guy who asks for change, and this is embarrassing for me to ask”
I said ok, what’s the problem he said he left his house without his cash and ran out of gas
I said ok, quick glance at him nice clothes and friendly, so I handed him all the change I had in my
pocket and told him Sir that’s all I have but you are welcome to it, it wasn’t much really.
He walked back over to where his car was at the gas station, went inside paid with what he had
As I walked past him he yelled thank you for your help. Nice car, Thank you God.
So as I was waiting for the bus, I started thinking about today I had an hour wait not much else to do
Then it hit me some times God has to breakdown something that’s not working or restructure
In order To build it better his way; (if I said this right.)
So with the toils and strife I have faced personally and wasn’t listening to God as I should have been
God was breaking me down to restructure my life, because the old way was harmful to myself and
It wasn’t his way, and productivity went down. So here I am listening, loving and following Christ
Now as he is breaking my life down and restructuring it into the way he had planned in the first place
Where he leads me I don’t know, I just know where he says I will follow.
A day in the Now
Alan Spivey 9/08/2012
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 1:17 PM UTC
friendships are important to me
it's a window of endless possibilities
yet i am different
i do not agree with some activities ,
i lived around druggies
and around the gay society
i am straight
I don't need these activities to rule my life
it shouldn't
i am learning we all are different
even then it shouldn't hinder who we are as a person
you say my soul has darkened because i disagree
no it hasnt i promise you that
everyone wants respect yes, but when i said no, or hey back off i am straight
i know no other way to say thats not my game.
then i become the hated or dubbed the hater so then i play the part
friendships are important to me
it's a window of endless possibilities
yet i am different
i do not agree with some activities ,
i lived around druggies
and around the gay society
i am straight
I don't need these activities to rule my life
it shouldn't
so why is it such a big deal
for you to push and i am to stay quiet
why ..
i find myself the minority now
because i disagree with the lifestyles
the activities were hated long before and now they are the norm
why
my soul never changed i just disagree with some activities
like you disagree with my cigarettes and coffee
why
By alan spivey 2/5/2014
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 7:11 PM UTC
I started to write a poem
but then i realized
no one is going to listen
or going to care
everyone is too busy
too easy just brush it off the sleeve
like a fallen hair
pretend to never care or if
you were even there
until thats what they beleive
since promises get broken
words a dime a dozen
loves fall into and fails out
friends come and go
seem to never care
i started to write a poem
just to be silent
Maybe then my heart ,my voice, my love will be heard.
alan spivey 2015
Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 6:38 PM UTC
Silence
Fighting to get ahead the distance is despair
No one listens or seems to care,
Push, push away arm yourself for another day
Silence
Heart lays burdened upon the floor
Let it be his lesson
Silence
Only fools choose to speak only for something to say
Meaningless as it may
Silence
Has everything to say
Belittled and whittled until nothing left
Like the phoenix bird
Death is reconstruction, re birth
The fires of life shall be heard
From the silence of the night
Silence
Days turn to night where the fight is
Is it me or are you who seem to pursue
The anguish of the night
Or is it just me trying to survive
Silence
Unbearable but only for those who are right
But growth be as it might shall overcome in time
Silence
Who is right?
Written by alan spivey 6/14/2012
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 1:28 PM UTC
Standing at Heavens Grace
By Alan Spivey
My horse and I were riding the fence line just as my boss ordered me to do, he said “there’s a tear in the fence line somewhere out there we are losing our cattle I need you to find the tear and mend it be on your way . Then get back here I have more chores for you to do” that was two days ago and still no sign of any tear. My horse is hungry as well as I, and we both could use some water we are so dry.
We ride some more tired and sore, still no sign of any tear. Then I see something ahead we walk up to what we saw there is an old man sitting on a bale of hay alongside the fence line we have followed for days.
I said old man is you lost or something. There is nothing here for miles away so may I ask why are you sitting on a bale of hay? I asked the old man, with that hay that you are sitting on may I give some to my horse he is very hungry, and could kindly use something to eat? The old man said, “Son, yes you may.
I then said I am somewhat hungry in addition, would you by chance have some jerky to chew. The old man then replied back saying “ son I have better coming your way stay here a bit rest there’s buffalo heading your way , but warning there’s a white buffalo behind the one you are to shoot don’t shoot the white one, let him come to a rest before you take your shot.
Then the old man got up and walked away, and then he disappeared just like that. Sure enough just as the old man said the buffalo and the white one arrives I was amazed, I have heard stories about this animal but I never once thought I would ever live to see it. I let it come to rest as I raised my rifle to shoot the buffalo just ahead of the white one. I took my shot just then the white buffalo started walking towards me and as it was walking it was changing when it came to where I was standing it was the old man and there before us was a table as far as you could see of food and drink.
For that was the day my horse and I had died and we were standing at Heavens grace
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 5:17 PM UTC
Hello heart
just let go
you played your part
let that be your glory and shine for all to see
then start again
you are still beating
Hello heart
lets do it again.......
tommorrow
alan spivey 1/31/2014
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC