Shocked as I was walking by
walking not far but also not too nigh

I have stopped at the greatest heap of garbage
No, sir, I haven´t dragged that from your garage

what I have seen with mine own eyes
is worth to tell but it´s not so nice

first, in this poetry, I have returned to my basic, my glee
the simple grammar and the tenses, just for me

they keep awake my tender senses
what I wanna tell ye was about that poverty

that had crept into nowadays poetry
lack of  green herbs lack of own precious proverbs

the green color of the herbs
can produce in the body and mind long life verbs

that may excel in all our words
so that awful mental poverty in poetry may not read as absurds

just keep it simple and keep it in its own realm
based upon good grammar and be not overwhelmed

i wish to reveal a most precious thing
as Spring has begun
my dearest Daddy’s Birthday is done

he is not a man of celebrations
i want to disclose this personal’s manifest

as his blueprint, i am really beatific
i am very fortunate to be able to recollect
all and everything

to be your beloved daughter
is one most precious and delightful evidence

such a coziest feel to have you in my presence
you embody all that is calm and peaceful
no other impervious Daddy then you, my handsome sensitive

your BirthDay, dearest Daddy is never nebulous
the reputations you left us are all fabulous

you told me tales, they are in fact realities
you are one of a kind, your mind so sublime
you constantly cared and loved me, i am your prime

i love to tell superlatives about you
you deserve the most, dearest Daddy,

i am very proud of you, of your humor and your visions
your cartoons, drawings, and your fascinating paintings
you conjured magic in all your writings

C.C. was your weekly talkings
Charlie was your weekly walkings
in the world of Charlie Chan

i am very fond of you, my very talented Daddy
i know your world too, owned by you as a stage performer….
i remember everything, every detail hidden in my mind

i wish to reveal the most precious thing
last night i went to your place, i was wondering
you were not there, i started sobbing….

© Sylvia Frances Chan
21st March 2017

This night lasts too long!
The black holes in the wall are getting bigger,
heavy rainfall plunges on the fragile body
and the nasty damp air is celebrating here....

She continued her wandering through the dusty road,
imagined herself to see a monster in every load,
she did not look back, afraid the demon would grow
and adopts the face of the devil, you know.

But no, the devil dares not to face I,
the Lord protects me, that's why,
i and my existence constantly!
i noticed on every grain of sand
and on every dust on the road
and every sigh that passes me,
i can feel the slightest vibrations and blessings,
yes, His Almighty protects me!


Of gratitude and in all magnitude
i am singing and praising Him gratefully,
am in constant link with the divine
isolating the self is not my glee,
He is the center of my living!
i experienced it through my being.

God sends miracles to this planet
no one can feel nor see these thrills
we have to believe in these invisibles

believe in His Miracles
they be blessings for us
every curse of the enemy
melts instantly !

God never abandons His Children

we are constantly linked to His lush heart
His Blessings in Abundance for us

as long as we live till death
and death will not part us
from Him, since we are His kids...

have you ever read To live like a King's Kid
Well, this Kid lives with His King forever
you won’t miss Him
He resides in your heart
and He will never leave you !

© Sylvia Frances Chan

DEAR FRIEND,

i am talking to a you now
i use this brevity, not my strength

first i wish you and all my dear poet friends
a Happiest and a Prosperous New Year

may all your heart's desire
be still in flame and fire
and all your sweetest dreams still come true
of course there are still woes to come
work neatly and precise
create poems based upon all that's wise

and with God's Love and consent
suffice money to spend,

sincerest from
Sylvia Frances Chan

GOOD MORNING

terrified by His greatest light
waking up is the only option
to cheat in this underrated notion
( sleeping is an underrated action, i reckon )
but have to let go this Divine´s delight
i will soon meet Him in my daily devoir....



© Sylvia Frances Chan

The moody morning sky, covering my palette again
white, green, yellow, zinc white and red
the ev'ning planet, spinning on, the rains in vain
my lover's blue came in, ev'ryone drops dead.

While gazing at the movements, perplexed and cool
white turns black, ruby red in brownish mess, the fool
where is he, where is he my metaphoric lover,
acentric he moves on with the blackest cover

The dark green trees are gazing at I
why are there deepsea blue clouds, treading forth, why?
I lose trees out of sight, gone is the lovely emerald light
now almost night, all blackest diamonds sleep tight.

Awfully sleepy, my mind is heady, my passion blurred,
when I gave up, I see beauty, how absurd !

My most magical moon right on the spot,
is a most beautiful fluorescent biggest dot
hypnotizing….
heaven-high on the home firmament.

© Sylvia Frances Chan