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“Kalau kau tak percaya karena Tuhan tak tampak, manifestasikan saja abstraksimu dalam sebuah tindakan yang membuatmu yakin bahwa permohonanmu akan sampai. Seperti menggantungkan tulisan doa-doamu dan menerbangkannya dengan balon.
Kau tahu itu bodoh, tetapi ada sesuatu yang lebih bodoh.
Yakni tidak mempercayai sebuah harapan,
Serta usaha orang-orang untuk menggapainya.”
Kepada Pengejar Mimpi;
dan doa apatis bagi siapapun yang menghina usaha
Life Cycle

As a girl I was innocent and naïve
as a twen I became a Mum
must increasingly be on the alert
with no one raise-certificate to educate kids
this was very tiresome to the bits

possess too many intellectual inhuman papers
to build a huge factory perhaps with pampers
where paper weapons can be produced
never say they are "of no use"
but nowhere to find certificates
to educate my kids

look at the giants like Kennedy and Gandhi
they found their peaceful death
at 's worlds greatest slaughtery
the killings with their own products
amongst their own beloved people
such inhuman tragedies
murdered by those paper weapons factories

coursed by human devils
driven by darkest evils
the paper feel, never more

our worst nightmare
I declare
the truth in life's most misery
papers running off
weapons became true rifles
the paper that was trash
a biggest mess
they showed us their biggest ash
as soonest paper weapons' biggest tragedy

killing giants like Kennedy and Gandhi

such a highest treachery
such a comedy
not the divine one
that's pure pun

I must increasingly be on the alert
it never hurt
but eternal absurd!
the papers?
I truly miss them
no sheet to write on
now running out of paper

have to rescue one of the papers
to tell you this biggest tragedy
no human comedy
nor divine

my kids...?

they are
just fine!


© Sylvia Frances Chan
Darling, it’s no spring yet
am going again to bed
no one problem to think about
please, don’t say it too loud

Of course am doing my best
rhyming excellently for the rest
of my HelloPoetry family
of course, scapegoats enough, ne’er my glee

Scapegoats what for?
writers' block and the more?
no muse ever drops in at mine
luckily the sun always shines

Am I the only one without a muse?
oh dear I am not amused !
must I hire or just call?
Wait, I just give a kick, and have a rollicking ball


© Sylvia Frances Chan
Created on 13th March 2015
posted on 17th March 2015
A Muse? Am not amused !
  Mar 2015 Sylvia Frances Chan
Jack
.

Sunny skies and starry nights
This world it does amaze
Butterflies and birds in flight
The chill of autumn days

Laughter floats upon the wind
As mornings come anew
Picture postcards now begin
To share them all with you

Flowers bloom when comes the spring
And winter brings its snow
Nature is a wondrous thing
Beneath a full moon glow

Ripples on the surface sheen
In patterns we can see
Ocean waves a perfect scene
Now offered up for free

Changing leaves of colors grand
Fields of amber bliss
Sent to show along the land
On days now just like this

Raindrops fall to feed the earth
From clouds so high above
As life it does begin its birth
In dreams of filtered love

For all these things that we do see
In beauty now to call
Your love it means the most to me
*More beautiful than all
Fading sunset
the yellow orb lowers his curtains
go to bed go to bed

sun has spread my bed
time at demands yet
my eyes still read

my mind still fresh
just the feel for
go to bed go to bed

the thoughts of soft pillows
do not hide sorrows
as we know
woe is not same as sorrow

sun keeps asking then
one day it's twenty four hours to play
needs not add one day
with your sleepless stay

pretending seriously
if so, you won't be attending
the rapid planned family wedding



© Sylvia Frances Chan
Spring's Rainy Day
     HP Sunday 1 March 2015
 14.32 hrs p.m.
Troublesome love . . .

will not let you sleep . . .

Sort of like a basketball game . . .

Questions are bounced mad and furiously
against the hard wood floor with only
more questions bouncing back .

Meanwhile someone is trying to steal
your dreams causing you to twist and turn distorting your image .

And you fight your way down
the court of life and toss your hopes and
dreams into the air and pray to God . . .
go in.
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