Hello Poetry
Hello Friend
or just Hello me...
Is there anyone at home?
Or am I alone with my own shadow?
No one in here
eerie atmosphere
I am at ease dear
no worries, no fear
for the first time
yes it is prime
alone in the Lion's hole
take care I remain whole



© Sylvia Frances Chan
wednesday 13-03-13
@3.13 hrs a.m.- W.E.Time

Happened to see a poetsite
happened to see this worldwide
in fact that's all I need
yet it does not give much speed
to me, to go on or to stop
am afraid it would be a flop
my alter ego does not react
why must my thoughts always be a fact?
now that I have got a friend or two
first I'll begin with How do you do?
then how many poems have you gathered
are they all filled with your lives battered
no mam, I have rather a happy childhood
no not that kind, mam, knock on wood
tell me, what is it then, how and what age?
wait mam, I'll be honest
was like a bird in a golden cage....



© Sylvia Frances Chan
  16-03-2013

The world seems more beautiful with anagrams
Our body worst with so many kilograms
What is that which we call a Rose, bet
it's sure William, no Hamlet

So many beautiful Anagrams
So many beautiful Williams
A wealth for our literature-home
but as it had been told all those Williams is just a dome

Poor late Mr. Shakespeare or whatever your being
A Rose, a Sylvia, a Hamlet or a Morning-glowing
The world is full of you, this Planet
reads your Hamlet

William I love you, you have drama
All the others have only their dilemma
You made the mankind started to read
oh my lord, then started this creed

you gave us this inheritance
this grey planet a golden glance
we cannot remain such a ****
oh my Lord, we must first do our creed

Sorry, my excuses, Mr. Shakespeare
Can you please listen to me with this ear
we exist because of God above, that's my life
this creed first to my Lord, that's my strife

then comes you and Hamlet at your side
then this literature I abide
I keep telling that you gave literature a golden glance
I wish mankind knows what an inheritance!


© Sylvia Frances Chan
saturday 13-04-13
23.13 hrs. p.m.

Art is a true gift
unconsciously a Godgiv'n
mental wealth that health


© Sylvia Frances Chan
     25th April 2013