Welcome to Spice and Nice!

Welcome to my blog, Spice and Nice! My Name is Joy. Here is my little corner of the internet where I take time to appreciate and learn about new things.

You’ll find poetry (lots and lots of poetry), recipes, ramblings of my insanity, and the occasional post on the importance of relaxing far, far away from other people.

Some days, I will unfold my thoughts and share my distress, other days, I will write to encourage you.

I hope you stick around on this beautiful journey called “Life.”

Here I share my love for laughter.

I take pride in the words that I put down and wish to be a source of encouragement and odd laughter.

I am a huge fan of cooking good food and laughing with lovely people. My poetry and recipes can attest to that.

I hope you find inspiration in my words while moving forward.

Here I share my love for Poetry.

I want to continually add value to those around me. So here is a free 30-Day Poetry Journal.

For those interested in more than poetry, click one of the many buttons below and they will take you to recipes, detoxes, and other interesting things on the blog.

I think of a god they call December

I think of a god they call December Cold and distant to its fame Winter in the plains Massacre to the crowd Forget its name Riddle the valleys with despair Oh December, bitter and cruel just the same I think of a god they call December A distant joke from spring A forgotten lover Abandoned…

A Cup of Disaster

Flimsy ideas of justice decay at my door I breathe in once more Was it from the laughter that we die? Or the sublte feat of disaster? I hope to know such an answer White lies lay dormant on my tongue. They plague my consciousness Like moth drawn to a flame Forgive me once more…

A Free 30-Day Poetry Journal

Hey and hello again. I wanted to give you a gift for poetry lovers and writers. I made a free 30-day poetry journal to help those who want to write but just can’t seem to come up with the first sentence. No worries. I made each page a little different with prompts and a section…

Oh Fickle is My Mind

Broken Van Goghs lay on the Sultan’s floorScatteredMared with the blood of a lover Tell meWhat’s the beauty of desireAnd where does it all go? Are we built on the lust of anotherWanting the things we may never haveOr you we titter on the edge of insanity Agonizing over our distant futureGenerations yet to comeAs…