baby baby baby
come dance with me
baby baby baby
come dance with me

we'll carve the floor up
we'll put on all the moves till sunup
we'll show them how it is done
we'll shimmy and Watusi our hot buns
we'll eclipse that old strobe light
we'll be swinging all through the night

baby baby baby
come dance with me
baby baby baby
come dance with me

we'll tear the house down
we'll be the best steppers in town
we'll make a fabulous syncing team
we'll jive on into our Salsa dream
we'll have the joint pulsating hard
we'll nicely calibrate our dance card

baby baby baby
come dance with me
baby baby baby
come dance with me

I have read a sonnet of tragedy
I have read about melancholy too
I know what that means if you have that love
Appreciate if he be God above
tragedy-melancholy be the same
a sonnet of drama disappointment
full of autumnal rustling leaves actions
the finest tinges down in the abyss
the sonnet of my tender love my bliss
I address this only to my darling
sweetheart, honey, how can I call you now?
regard this sonnet as my purest vow

you know that this sonnet is meant for you
my precious truest vow for you, darling



© SYLVIA FRANCES CHAN
Friday, 5th December 2014

You seem so nice to me
so nice to all the others too, we
still need you here eagerly
for the sake of poetry

One happy day you just faded in the air
where are you, no any trace, no barking too
It felt like darkness spread his robe upon my view, where
are you, like grouping in the dark, I was missing you

Please come back again,
do quick, where and when?
So saddest, I've been waiting in vain

Are you not feeling well,
or at least you are not in the mood
please come back for the good,
you need not to dwell

You seem so kind to me, my dear
so kind to all the others too,  it's clear
but I still need you eagerly
for the sake of our poetry



©Sylvia Frances Chan

So many loving words have been told
so much fantasy has been sold
to the most beloved of mine
to my only darling thine

not the darling of three years ago
this one I just met him
he saw, he came
and filled my cup to the brim
he just chose me, I remained the same

he was like a stargazer
idem-ditto a fire blazer
that one and that only I gaze
all time set me ablaze

not the lover of three years ago
he's one beau as I above said
believe me, though so
he is my only loved one who never makes me mad

for now
how much as many I get
it is oft too few the fun I bet
since his ever romantic songs
he treated the kilometers not his bed
it was not right but very wrong so I got mad

love across the miles
thousands of kilometers away
much fun you see
so many hugs, so many kisses his way
so much care and love to stay

anyway
these are my honest words
they have not gone  astray
I present these on a tray
my only game of the day
not only in summer or in the hay
but through all seasons each day

my only soliloquy
oh yeah it's really me
the words on my tray so clear
if I may
every month every year
so far and yet so near
so fresh as morning dew
so overloaded
so much and yet so few....



© SYLVIA FRANCES CHAN
Tuesday 18th November 2014
@6.56 hrs a.m. Morn Dew

Love is more than all things
in the light enticingly stand

Love is more than the memories
more beauty in twilight go,

Love is greater than all beings,
who covet much and long that,
after more or less erudite
one goeth others corridor

Love is more than all what is seen
by world weaving loom drives
after one of the perhaps waring
the figure that remains flawless

Love is that, motionless shining,
doing all that is moving
Appearing ever, never disappearing,
brightest and mystery

Love in all things lives and weaves so they are

Love is in the memories the invariant line

Love is what all beings the heart does
go to others around
so without anything erudite
one to the other looks, the other looks to one

Love is what all is and what is seen
one instinct is where it floats by

Love is behind all the might
the figure who remains flawless.

Love is true and eternal
Love is the seen and The Unseen
Love is Love All Above
The One and Only Unconditional

Love is true and eternal
in the masterful human brain
itself nesting warm
by Love´s reign....






© by Sylvia Frances Chan
HP Friday-@19.01 hrs p.m.
14th Nov 2014

I have tried here to create an Essay on Mother
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~with love, Sylvia FC


a Mother,
a GodMother,
a GrandMother,

the central figure in every family's life,
who has the quality of a professor,
the patience of an angel,
the power of Tarzan

the unique habit of keeping her family together as a united one,
with that special kind of love which we cannot see,
we as her kids can only feel it, smell the atmosphere of the cosy surrounds at home as we never could ever feel elsewhere...

East-West
at home with Mom is always the best!!
her cookies are the most delicious ones
we love to talk about her in superlatives
Mother a place to hide when we have fear or anxiety,
under Mother's wings is always a peaceful home-coming...

daughters love to write a great tribute to Her
as well as to Mothership

Some quotations from different sources I put down here:
First from the Bible:
"Honour thy mother and thy father" Bible: Exodus

"As is the mother, so is her daughter" Bible: Ezekiel

And now from other sources:
"So for the mother's sake the child was dear"
"And dearer was the mother for the child" (Samuel Taylor Coleridge 'Sonnet to a Friend Who Asked How I Felt When the Nurse First Presented My Infant Child to Me')

"All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That is his" (Oscar Wilde The Importance of Being Earnest)

And the last quotation is mine:
"A Mother is the most complete human-being on earth,  
the caring and loving person,
the only one to whom daughters write a greatest tribute,
the safest place to come home...
a Mother is like Home...." (Sylvia Frances Chan)



© SYLVIA FRANCES CHAN