"alexia" poems
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.
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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
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 6:39 PM UTC
At last these Plums took the Daughter in Kind
From Lord Raffles' Paradise she adored
A Marriage of Saints she thought to remind
Though behind her Door was Melancholy.
But who a Pony-Child in Fashion's New
Could taste the Recipe she may not like?
Clotted Cream? Or Fish in the River-View
Tore through the Muddy Dress to greet her Delight
This is not the Age, Tories of the West
To switch on Lights dimmed for your Books to read
She is a Sweet-Tooth; Or Filmer at best
Just give her a Spoon; She makes one Great Mead.
She is my Friend. And the Plum's Diver Son
Rewarded a Follow never un-done.
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 4:39 AM UTC
I'm writing this letter,
I'm writing it because I'm sad,
I'm writing it because I'm going mad,
I'm writing it because I want to get better,
Do you remember when we met,
My dad was in huge dept,
I couldn't eat at home anymore,
So I went to the radio and we met right next to that door,
Do you remember falling for me,
Because I remember falling for you,
I remember thinking that I should flee,
Before we'd start sticking together like glue,
Do you remember eating pizza,
Because you failed to cook a frozen meal,
That night I remember your shirt was teal,
And the way you called slowly my name: 'Alexia'
Do you remember our first kiss,
That moment full of bliss,
Do you remember feeling the spark,
When the sky became more and more dark,
Do you remember when you woke up next to me one morning,
Without even a single warning,
The first thing you told me was that I was beautiful,
In that moment I felt doubtful,
Do you remember telling me that I shouldn't doubt what you say,
But the very next day,
We started to lose touch,
You should know I miss you very much,
I tried speaking to you since,
But you never reply,
Maybe I should see the evidence,
But how can I?
How can I when I miss you terribly?
How can I when you always occupy my thoughts?
How can I when I desire so badly a reply?
How can I when I always see our common friends?
How can I when I don't want to see the end?
How can I when I still love you?
How can I when I keep wondering about the answer to the question,
'What do you think of me'
Even if I know the answer is
'I don't'
I know I wasn't allowed to fall in love with you,
But how could I not,
When your charm,
Was constantly operating on me?
Please reply to this letter,
It's the least you could do,
Please reply to this letter,
Even if you don't want to,
Please reply to this letter,
Since you won't reply to anything else.
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 10:47 PM UTC
no longer sheathed by the living skin of the land
ancients of the deep shriek in unholy abhorrence
as they make their rapturous ascent to the heavens,
seeking not salvation that they’ve forsaken,
but the evisceration of a former home.
it is malice not earthly tar that stains
bulging scleras and hissing pulses
placated only by wine tastes of sin.
these apparatuses remain ever silent
to eternally bask in the presence of Her.
Her who invokes the name of salvation.
Her, melichrous.
Her, scintillant.
composed of polished crystal embellishments
must have the creature once relinquished
the bipedal form to humanity in exchange
for spherical inconvenience.
renounced and disdained
by the possessors of illusory superiority
the mousy predecessors of righteousness
trod lightly through emotional labyrinths
only seeking to sate their vampiric empathy.
Her seeks this suffering of the corrupt
where the must be bound in crude scales
packed amongst their parasitical kin.
alexia unbound wreaks havoc in their stead
manifesting in serpentine coils which match
the tongue slithers out cryptic hymns.
Her must and will be subject to judgement,
durum hoc est sed ita lex scripta est.
and does this serpent mimic the rhythmic
folding to suit its needs as Her is bound
once more to the Mire
never to breach the heavenly dome
void of living skin wrappings.
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 1:42 AM UTC
I hear it’s necessary to move on
But it’s tough to close all my feelings
When I get reminded of you
Like the rings I took from your nightstand
Small, plastic, don’t fit my fingers
But they’re from our first kiss
My first kiss
They sat there on my desk
Silently asking why
Why did we break up?
You said that we rushed into things
You said that you mixed feelings
Of attraction and friendship
That you holding me in your arms
Kissing me
Telling me that you care for me
That it all felt wrong
You didn’t even say this to my face
I read it on a screen
In between a snap from Alice
Saying that she’s bored
And a snap from Alexia
Asking me to help patch your friendship
Which you broke off when we started us
And started back when we ended
Meaning that you were straying from her
Because you had feelings for her
And kept them from me
To keep me from being jealous
I found out on Snapchat
I started crying now that I’m writing this
The first time I’ve shed a tear since
Because I couldn’t get closure
From a snap
You could have at least called me
Let me hear your voice
Ask you why this was happening
I could’ve asked to keep our friendship
I could have cried these tears
Rather than bawl now
Sitting on my phone
On a chair in my room while Dark Souls plays in my computer monitor
Crying now because I couldn’t before
My parents didn’t know about us
I can’t talk to them about it now
Especially when I start to choke when I see you
I could have had closure
From talking to you rather than
Writing another god **** poem
This isn’t even helping
I can’t call you though
Without seeming desperate
Without seeming like I need you in my life
For this I hate you
But the hate isn’t giving me the closure I need
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 9:50 PM UTC
A tear from you
Turned me
Into a fool.
Oh' Alexia true, I'm to you
Like sunshine to the flower,
Like the wind to the sky.
I have two nickels and
A wish of two other dimes.
You crying, me sighing,
Oh' I know we don't have
Very much time.
But look forth, the sky is shining
Just for you and I.
The river too, it roars for you,
Just like the sky in its
Endless blue.
Pink bike in front of your porch.
You're the fire to my torch.
A night shimmering whites and blues,
With mother hen home stirring the stew.
A prayer for thought, hell, a quarter too.
The grass is green as can be, can you see?
But I know you'll be leaving in the morn' anyway.
People forget: Love you gotta' pay to play.
Thorny bush beside your bedroom window.
A whisper and a toss of pebble.
Oh' you know I'm not trying to get you into any trouble,
But these love songs of mine
Are too watery to remember.
Since we don't have many hours,
Let's look forward to the crystal tower.
Let's watch it stand, let's watch Her sing,
Wondering how we'll later take this pain away.
Notes of pressed records
Ring in my ear.
You're here with me baby.
You've got nothing to fear.
Sweet lilac of white.
Hold me closer, hold me tight.
Don't you throw it all away tonight,
That just wouldn't be right.
Wish the dusk to be dawn.
Keep your eyes open my fawn.
The wine we poured is still sweet,
Hand me your glass.
Here, I'll rub your feet.
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 9:18 PM UTC