Rare riddles are oft bittersweet,
a never ending search for poisonous feed,
sand greyish desert coloured ****,
so many studies, not edible this seed?

Emeralds green in forrests deep,
sunken wood drifted apart and seep,
mortal words that never sleep,
in a city full of leaks.

cherished thoughts wandering celestial high,
whose orphans are these lost kids…sigh….
flickering fields, amish nigh;

shiverings on personal corpses,
numb of words, ah… stunts in shortest.

The words refused to be arranged as it must.
I lost my commands of the words, no, it’s no plus,
these words mock mankind as their playful lust,
sorry, now I can only say in the past tense:" Friends, 'twas....."



©  SYLVIA FRANCES CHAN

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

I have a constant urge to write
since deep within me resides
that nagging need in all tides



© Sylvia Frances Chan
Saturday 10th January 2015

How many times have I to tell you this?!
never try to love me without a bliss
this day is not yours but His

How many times have I to tell you this?
love me as I am and used to be
let the ardent rose keeps its freshness
and the soft butterfiles their pure cleanness

love me please the way I am
please do not change me to fit in your program
when the Lord created me He was full of wrath
I had to choose the divine roads to follow His Path

love me please with all my rights and wrongs
with my ugliness and my beauty of the night
consider that I am not that strong
as you might have  imagined with all your might

How many times have I to tell you this...?
never try to love me without His bliss
this day and all other days  are all His

listen to the birds in the forrests
all are bringing His message about all the good things
but never try to love me without His Blessings
to cling on me charmingly but without a zest

how many times have I to tell you this?
just love me the way I am
never try to let me fit in your program
without a sigh of His love in your  kiss

please let this message be as chrystal clear

never forget to wish each other lovingly
like I am doing now for All of YOU from me

A Most Happy Stay on Hello Poetry !



© SYLVIA FRANCES CHAN

The path concave to life
we must not strife
it just let's us fall down
on the wrong ways of life

Breaking everything we have
as we all go astray
our minds may be honest
but not without dismay

But I have experienced
when we have tried for the good
we come up way short
of the glory of God

So I must ask of you
for a soul that's so rife
why do you continue to walk
on the concave side of life ?

I have chosen to walk a new path
to a golden star , shining so bright
God heals all of my broken bones
gives me wings , let's me take flight

Life would turn and show us this new path
we’ll walk through green pastures
ahead the golden star shining so bright
God heals all of the broken bones
He gives super wings, let’s take the flight


by
Thomas and Sylvia
January 2015

What rhymes with Cortex
Complex, Dystrax or Consex
Simplex, Omniplex or Context
Oh my dear I KNOW IT NOW !!
Just this simple easy word CONVEX
Simple and easy
pleasy and peacy too
at your service this manuscript
no not as on the tomb of that crypt
not as eerie as in our Mother's womb
Just a small word, a simplest text, not like on that tomb
the word CONVEX as it must be
and please do not use too much your imaginations, you see
please, read me now, read this trick
please read this poetic psychic
and cover this universal convex
with your text and complicated
feelings and rational brains
please start now with the first text
as the flowery in window glass stains....



© SYLVIA FRANCES CHAN
Saturday, 3rd January 2015

My shortest poem ever
seldom comes in December
it is not a case of dumb or clever
just to inform you that I shall ever
post this kind of poetry on HP
this is not the typical me
creating so short the A, B, C

I used to write the whole alphabet
of course most poets had gone mad
one important thing is so unforgettable
as our red wines and the Jameson's are so delectable

one subtle subject superior
is ruling our life like a creepy inferior
but this subtlety that we will derive
all our life a constant strife

will nourish the mind with wealth
world's  most important subject: watch our health !!


© SYLVIA FRANCES CHAN
Sunday,  21st December 2014

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

Dearest Daddy

Disguised in melancholy
my thought is barren today
yesterday was my late Dad's BirthDay
oh really, i miss him still in a way

a way so infrequently
i can not currently put it up with me

he is so cute, patient and tender
every being is not like him, no matter the gender

given this wonderful life, will
gratitude fill my heart still

quite deep inside a little nibble gently
tolerance is a different song
but it is love completely, never wrong

how I wish my beloved dad talks to me again
his art tells me of all these, not in vain
i proudly present it on the mantelpiece
every time i pray oft, may he rest in peace

i'll never forget you, daddy dearest
i am sure yesterday you would be happiest



© Sylvia Frances Chan~~~

My Prayer for Thee
Oh, Lord Thou art my only Love
dearest, Thou art my True Love Dove
i treasure me in Thy Vector
and feel me blessed in my daily concerns
i know this is only hellish Earth
temporarily and no eternal worth

only Thy Signs and Thy Spoken Words
i have absorbed and am absorbing still
Thy Holy Words and Thy Only Will
naturally, i have learned eversince
i learned to see Thee as my Holy Prince
to listen to Thee as my Holy Father
to hear Thy Words than rather
turn my sight to satan's rites

Thou art The Only One i worship
Thou art The Only One i am praying to
Thou art The Only One, Thou art my All
Thou art this side and the reverse side of my All
Thou art my whole side of my All
Thou stand above my Darling
Thou stand above my Beloved
Thou stand above my Beloved Ones
Thou stand above my Alls

Thou art The Holy Father
The Holy Son
and The Holy Ghost
i am a humble woman
i asked for three special sons
Thou gave me three special sons
i knocked and asked for love, life and food,
Thou opened
and gave me love, life and food
for my family, my Life's destiny
i asked still, Thou gave me constantly

i could not fight
Thou gave me strength, Thou gave me Power
i grow stronger by the hour

Thy words are Divine
i am craving for Thee, Oh Holy Mine
i am all Thine and Thou art Mine

forgive this humble heart of me
for every sin i have done to Thee

i pray to Thee for every soul i met
i thank Thee for Thy mercy i get
from Thy Holy and Forgiving Heart

i nestle in Thy thermal
i warm me in Thy vernal
i warm me in Thy embrace
No my Lord, i would not race

i feel me ablaze, every time i praise Thee
and pray to Thee, my Lord
blessed feel i get for each of Thy Word

My Lord, My eternal Love-Superiour
Thou art my heavenly Father
i am your constant love-warrior
Thou art in Heaven
hallowed be Thy Name
Thy Kingdom come
on earth as it is in Heaven
Amen

PS. Especially posted for dear Tahirih


© SYLVIA FRANCES CHAN
Tuesday 8th July 2014

How many times do I.............
love you dear......?
How many times do I care?
How many times must I tell you, love
How many times must I declare?
only have a moment
of bliss
have many times seen the end of this tunnel
and still I haven't  finished to pass this by

how many times I have to say
how many times should I have to whisper
how many times I should still digest
how many times must I still consume
how many times I have to come back from the dead

how many times must I die again
through graveyards around

just to sweep away the conjecture
away to comply
to your demands
is this a reprimand....?


© SYLVIA FRANCES CHAN

Congratulations for you, my dear nephew
as you have become today two, so very few
years still, but your future is growing now
can only tell you, you'll be greatest, don't know how
but in some way you manage your life brilliantly
I can see at your eyes, your love and life be fantastically
I'll pray and ask the Lord to bless you immensely
dear Hudson, my happiest wishes for Mum and Daddy
be happy at heart and be wise from the start
God has blessed you with brains that smart

P.F. 2 July 2014,
your auntie Sylvia


© Sylvia Frances Chan

i sit now thinking....
about you, dearest Dad
how long it has been, this sad

i am looking to outside's view
how everything seems so new

i am looking through this window
how time has fled so fast and full of sorrow

i still see clearly that i am enjoying the mocca
in that cosy Ragusa ice saloon in Jakarta

we two only on my favourite spot
all delicious things are far from hot

it was a delicate coldness, that mocca
i only want to say i love you very much
and the most happiest Happy Birthday Pappa!

but now you aren't here anymore, not today nor tomorrow
i must admit that that day i was in deepest sorrow

i am looking through this window
the people moving so very slow

like a film in the cinema in slow motion
your coffin passing by left me in greatest emotion

how i wished to go along with you
now i only whisper these words i love you so true
and happiest Happy Birthday to You

soft, tenderly and with a most loving thought
i know that you´ll come here today

melancholic emotions, i am in tears,
and more i have brought
for you Today especially for you my Daddy Dearest
i know Today you´ll be here as the nearest
so i am whispering in your ears
as you know me of course with more tears

the most happiest Happy BirthDay Pappa!
and Many Cosy Returns in Jakarta



© Sylvia Frances Chan

An artist has as usual
a too big soul
never a too big ego
the soul is very sensitive
different than the average artist
since this is about POETRY
then the soul of this Artist is soft and tender
for both gender
all the same
no, this is no game
why do you ask me each time the same?
the name of the game or the name of the play
I am just telling about the Artist's SOUL, if I may....




© Sylvia Frances Chan
Saturday 15th March 2014
17.11 hrs p.m. W.E.Time

The Ultimate One, driven by TWO persons
Two hearts, Two bodies and ONE Soul
The Ultimate One, driven by two persons as One
Making Love....in Body and Mind
As One Soul

Only able by True Love
with the help of God Above
Heaven is the Name
No, not some funny odd game....



© Sylvia Frances Chan
Saturday 15th March 2014
16.58 hrs p.m. W.E.Time

That day after his birthday
my mind is tormented
by all those white walls
just like that long stare
cooled to bottles and blicks


so my mind is tormented
by all those long hours
thinking, re-thinking intoxicated
like wooden doors shed
to sit in the paint again, I bet


my mind is tormented
by all those minutes concentrated
like the Boeing's departure
penetrated
my heart is in deep torture
my soul deteriorated


three days have elapsed
since the last rainbow I detected
up above so many coloured impressions
memories coming to the surface,
many tawny reflections
all kinds of  delightful expressions


darling, my mind is still tormented,
never stories told, no secrets ever unfolded
while driving homewards in silence
quite sad reminiscence


the rainbow on my right hand
on the horizon
is still a bright coloured band
but will soon be oblivion
like this partition....


© Sylvia Frances Chan
28th February 2014
23.55 hrs.p.m.WETime

Life consumes me
not like it used to
a great damask is spread
life-table and a bed
no chairs to tease you all  
my special dinner served in peace every fall
so i can eat with ease royally

why damask for my table, me?
and not the satin, it be?
to dine with peace and ease at all
to have pleasure each fall
anyway what the table-cloth concerns
damask, satin, cotton or whatever it learns
i'll let me treat better than ever
like life itself is consuming me

royal or not, i do not care
anyway, life consumes me, it sounds rare

and now i'm a piece of life self
ready to consume myself
it gives me satisfaction
as life did consume me with fatal attraction
i mirror back in my menu
Life consumed me sans tenue

my consumption ablaze
my taste buried
my hunger flurried
but i never worried

just like it does now
i am grateful for every flow
what i may consume of life
or life consumes me
thankful for any strife
and gratitude in glee
to only Thee


© Sylvia Frances Chan
Friday 28th February 2014

Today it is her birthday
but she is no more, she has deceased
oh, how I hate repeating it this way
any other word I would have pronounced with ease

do you want to hear her story?
sure you won´t be that annoyed ?
I am so sorry if though you will get bored
I must admit that my version is a bit blurry

she is a very fortunate woman
her husband is a very wealthy man, try not to insult
all of a sudden she fell ill, to hospital she was put in a van
she could pay every specialist, she is constantly at consult

after many many years slicking pills for her health
typical her addiction, she has so much wealth
one morning she was found dead
having slept alone in her kingsize bed
the night before she preferred to sleep alone
in her daughter´s sleepingroom, her only precious throne
that cursed night she was suffocating, no one heard her scream
she was found dead in that early morning beam
the night before she took the wrong pill of another scheme


Sylvia Frances Chan
Tuesday 12th February 2014
22.12 hrs. p.m.

Poems mean a lot to me
indeed a very lot you see
the society I live in
is reflected in all the lines
  love is very important almost a sin
and the always one glasses of wines
  
the best medicine for our health
they say is also wealth
but I regard love is the most important
remember I am human not a mutant

love is the best for our life
it is obvious that we must strife
love is like the present wind
that blows constantly so tender in
through my thirsty body and mind
I reside in this country oh so kind
  a country full of peace, plenty of place and love to hide
that's why I have my domicile here and reside
 
 My beloved likes reading and traveling
we have seen parts of the world a very lot
I have other kinds of interests, like painting
writing essays, listening to music, and praying to God
building websites, designing cards and yes
conducting PC Help desks, accounting, telebanking, and playing chess
in London and Serfaus, going to musicals and skiing,
along the Mediterranean sea, enjoying life, making love while driving

how do I do that, d'you really want to know, dear?
while whatsapping, walking, running, and the music to the ear
really very simple, your love in you, your whole soul in there,
just like our parents using tupperware

but ah, I like most to describe the love in poems I write
then posting them for your most beloved after that heavy night
since love is so important in our life
you must not take it for granted but must strife

we can't miss it in our life its function
like: though sometimes on our highway a junction
it's like the great water of the mighty ocean
it has grip on you, you feel the strength, but it's your addiction
the strong water's ripples too, its mildness
you demand the best, the most but never less
and remember for ever that in the country I live in
the kind of love I'm so addicted to, is never a sin
in the end my heart and being will constantly say Amen


© Sylvia Frances Chan
15th August 2013 -
5.21 hrs a.m. WETime

This Letter Poem WM is dedicated to Mr. Williamsji Maveli, our Masterpoet.
Why a dedication to him? These initials WM are his names.
Accidentally also the initials of the first name of our Dutch Crown prince Willem-Alexander.
The second initial is of his wife's first name: Máxima.

I want to write also about our Royal Family, since our Queen of the Netherlands Beatrix will abdicate next 30 April 2013 and at the same time Willem-Alexander and his wife will be crowned as King and Queen of the Nederlanden.

Now you know a bit about the Dutch Royal family.
Today Her Majesty Queen Beatrix is still Queen of de Nederlanden till next 30 April 2013.
These humble verse is for you, Williamsji. Please, enjoy!
Thank you for your attention. 

Sincerely,
Sylvia Frances Chan.
******************­************

This letter W stands for WILLIAMSJI
and the next letter, an M for MAVELI

This W par accidence is also the first letter
of our Crown prince WILLEM-ALEXANDER
on next 30 April WILLEM and his époussée, his wife MAXIMA
will be crowned King and Queen of Neerlandica

Usually our country is called Nederland
the foreigners call it mostly the Netherlands
the tourists a many of them prefer to say Holland
with your permission, this dedication, if I may
can also be used as introduction, what do you say?

WILLIAMSJI is the first name of our masterpoet
he creates poems mostly about sensuality
entwined in beauty, eroticism and love
when you'll read his poetry
you wouldn't see all those I've written about him above

Instead you must use your rational ability
in the lines throughout his verse
you won't find, of course not, all that worse
instead, you will enjoy all the beauty
of his master's talent writing about sensuality

His family name is also beautiful, MAVELI
well known as the masterpoet Williamsji Maveli
both are his true names belonging to Mr. Maveli
this M reminds me of MáXIMA,
Crown prince Willem-Alexander's wife in optima

Now you know why I dedicate this poem to you
your initials are quite the same as Willem and Máxima
WM is Williamsji Maveli the famous poet
WM is also Crown prince Willem-Alexander
and his wife Princess Máxima

Still one thing hasn't been told
today the 27th April is Willem-Alexander's birthday
he has become forty six years old
a good father of three daughters,
all their first names begin with an A
princess Amalia, Alexia and Ariane
their grandma is Her Majesty Queen Beatrix
she will abdicate after three and thirty years of reign

Dear Mr. Williamsji Maheli, our masterpoet
your initials WM are exactly the same as
our Crown prince Willem-Alexander
and his beloved wife Máxima

that's why I present this humble dedication
to you today as a small Dutch presentation


© Sylvia Frances Chan
27th April 1967-2013
Crown prince Willem-Alexander's 46th Birthday

Since I met you here, dear friend
I began to like this place a lot
at first sight it was eerie here
and the ground for me too hot

As I continued walking
upon untrodden paths
rotten fruit surrounding me
no bees or birds are singing

I wonder walking all alone
no sign of a living soul
all green softness disappeared,
and everywhere was stone

Wondering all the time, no shame
I found a clear chrystal ditch at last
if you will ask about the name
is that the present or in the past?

My head turning, my feet burning
they are to blurr my view
great bliss that pure water and some dew
wish that shall change my head from spinning

Then walking all the while with the same view
I see from far a green stip slowly coming
in seventh heaven am I, since it's a human being
I thank Thee on my naked knees, it is you my friend

I notice beauty yonder
the mockingbird and wren
have a duet together
I wonder since when

After I've met you, friend
I like this place a lot
it's not so eerie anymore
and God's blessings are on this spot


© Sylvia Frances Chan
      27th April 2013

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


© Sylvia Frances Chan
     25th April 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.

Walking again
in evening dusk
it is a must

walking through immense wonders
poetrysites, poetryhomes and all that wonders
need to walk this evening bright
see the afterglow in the ditch alright

greet Hello Poetry and Hello Friend
walking through this immense land
who will I meet, who shall I greet?
where, what and when I'll tweet

all poetryhomes I have been
not really many sites I have seen
sad sound, mad sound, all insane
hellooooo oh no not that again!

walking through this endless land
looking for the right poetryman
afraid I must give up this time
no not again poetry sublime

the evening dusk lasts nightless long
what was that song, what had gone wrong
must I not do this walk or not...?
irgendwo I have a friend, but forgot

in this endless meadowland
just see a tippy-bit of gland
where is that ditch from far a stitch
with enough water and which
this is the source of health

finding it, oh what a wealth!
the afterglow is still the same
where is that source, is this a game?
oh, there at quite a distance
I can see with no resistance

oh so sorry, that man has run away
so, no poetryman this way
but where is the source now
clear chrystal water with that glow

oh look, the source...wow!
surely I'll find that bestimmt now
approaching the ditch that clear water
I hope it shall not alter
anymore into red water

bow myself into deepness
and see the beauty of clearness
wow, clear chrystal source
I see someone, please don't force

oh...hello....no one.....is it?
oh hello....feel so stupid
there is someone, it is Sylvie
now you know it, it's Hello me...


© Sylvia Frances Chan
saturday 13-04-13
@22.31 hrs p.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

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