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A Trilogy of Poetry, Prose and Thoughts: For The Mind, Body & Soul

Joseph S. Spence, Sr., Sheila M. Parrish-Spence, & Jonathan C. Parrish-Spence

	Format	ISBN	Price
	Paperback (6x9)	9781420803945	$ 12.25

About the Book

Trilogy is an exciting experience into the diverse blending of poetry, prose, and thoughts. It raises one''s level of consciousness to that of enjoyment and instills a peaceful quality of mind for relaxation. Enjoy this masterpiece at your favorite place, with your favorite drink, as your mind explodes with the fascination of Trilogy.

The wonderful experience of Trilogy shows how a family working together is able to blend and intertwine their collective ideas and thoughts. Such diversity has produced this exceptional work of art for the mind and body that is soothing to the soul.

The passing of Joseph''s mother was a motivation for Trilogy. His healing from her loss was to write. He wrote during every spare moment. The spark ignited the passion within Sheila and Jonathan, and they followed his lead. As a result, this fascinating masterpiece is in your hands. Enjoy your reading and recitals as you experience the sensational journey of Trilogy!

About the Author

Joseph Spence, Sr., Esq., has written many articles on: You and The Law, Your Personal Investments, and Knowing Your Taxes for a variety of newspapers. He has appeared on many radio talk shows and has delivered lectures on legal subjects for several colleges, universities and organizations. He has studied in various countries and has educated people across the world.

Sheila Parrish-Spence, Esq., is a practicing attorney, educator, and community activist. She has appeared on numerous radio talk shows concerning You and The Law, is very active in her church, and has published various legal articles. She has studied in American and British Universities.

Jonathan Clarence Parrish Spence, their youngest son, is a middle school honor student. He started writing newspaper articles while in elementary school. He is a violinist, a martial artist, and a forensic participant. He is very active with his Sunday school and loves helping children.

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Each of us can identify with this agonizing process. Individuals normally tell me the worst kind to have is in the summer time. The expectation of most is normally in the winter, but at times it creeps up on each of us in the summer. Sometimes it just won’t go away and a longstanding battle follows which zaps our strength. This is one of my battles, however, I know that each of you may have encountered a similar one in the past and probably will in the future.

It Was A Good Fight

It came upon me like a thief in the night

I knew at that moment we would be in for a fight

Oh, it tried to rob me of my strength

We fought a good fight hooking and jabbing

It lasted all night and the next day but I had an end in sight

At one point it thought I was down and out

But it just didn’t know what it was up against

I came back swinging and kicking again

I almost had it knocked out cold

But it was tough, rough, and bold

One night it eagerly woke me up before dawn

It had awful chills running down my spine

I fought back vigorously with all the Quils

Then it slipped away and crept into my throat

In a desperate bid it tried a strangle hold

“Don’t even try it,” I said, “you won’t touch my voice”

I socked it to it with hot salt water all day long

Then it ran for my nose as a last resort

I called in reinforcements; sat in the steam room

With vapor rub on my chest, oh! It felt so good

I was now breathing easy; I had it cornered

Where can it run now, where can it hide?

It was down for the count and I was counting

I savored the moment with a smile

Then it came back and I went running

I had to call in the big boys this time

Oh, hot toddie, you taste so good to me

This baby is going down this time

Warm my soul with your soothing touch

While I get ready to deliver the next punch

There is a dance known as the “Bus Stop.” Anyone at a party is able to tell when the dance is about to begin. Depending on what part of the country one may be residing in the name may change. In some parts it is the Bus Stop and in other parts it is the “Electric Glide.” Interestingly enough, in various places it is referred to as the “Electric Slide.” Whatever name it is called by, it is easy to tell when it’s time to hit the dance floor and dip to the glide.

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