"summerdays" poems
My love, this is especially for you, I hope you will like it. With love from, Sylvia / Mijn lieve, dit is speciaal voor jou. Ik hoop dat je het leuk zal vinden, liefs van Sylvia.
as highest as the Chomolungma in Himalaya region
as magic as this Mount Everest correction
as huge as the Nightwatch of Rembrandt
as imposant as the Niagara Waterfalls when you shall land
as friendly as the Ricefields on Bali Island
as generous as the Space Needle together with Manhattan
as lovely as the puppet dolls my fiancé gave me in Jakarta
as beautiful as my wild Rose's voice when speaking about Indonesia
as wonderful as Serfaus at wintersport-season
as warm as Granada could be on Summerdays without a reason
as romantic as Venezia on dark nights
as cool as Paris sparkles in Autumnal lights
as truest as Jesus died on the cross at Calvary
my love for you so loyal as Plath's words, no fata morgana
so honest as Picasso's own Guernica
it means only most important and precious to you and to me,
this I tell to you as my only trustee and devotee.
Truest love ever known, most loyal ever shown !
I have told you all these with the help of God, amen.
Sylvia Frances Chan
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 8:50 AM UTC
We fell, for what was thought to be Love.
We held, on to what was thought to be Hope.
The Days went into Months and the Months went into Years.
We even lost count of those pages in the book of Promises we dogeared.
Those summerdays we spent traipsing in the sun
and the starless nights spent watching life slowing down in motion.
All these time we shared and get involved in each other's emotions,
The Youth we spent consumed wondering about our actions and reactions.
The carefree times lovers should have were filled with paranoia,
Even Freedom was robbed by another person's act of denial!
Disappointment and Hurt, tears and Sadness;
the desperate pleadings of the Heart were taken and thrown into the wilderness.
The bank of tears has dried up, the Heart has gone weak.
The Mind stopped working and the Body has lost its Spirit.
Finally, it is time to say goodbye.
So goodbye, goodbye. I end this with a sigh
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 3:07 AM UTC
oh' where did those days go
those enid blyton days
when my greatest wish
was to be jo, from the famous five....
those long and glorious
summerdays....
of sunshine and youth.
when bikes and fresh air
whipping past your face,
was way more....
important,
than winning the ratrace.
when the local creek
was the multiplex,
with so many different worlds on show ....
at each
new bend of the
winding, water slow.
when life was a beach
and living was carefree..
those days of watermelon
slices and orange icee's
backyard cricket....
belt it over the fence
for a six and out!!!
bbq'd sausages,
smothered in onions
and tomato sauce....
slapped on a slice,
of good white bread,
sufficed as dinner.
with a salad of course,
(if quick the salad could
be served surreptisiouly to
the local wildlife with a slip
and tilt of the paper plate)
if lucky, strawberries and
icecream to follow.
oh' those were the days,
simpler than most...
when the biggest
difficulty
was in ,cadging
one more hour,
before sleeping at night.
one more chapter,
(perhaps, even two)
of adventuring
with the famous five,
before sleeping....
under the security
of youth...
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 7:44 PM UTC
Although we exchanged that life for another,
in the springtime we can still enjoy
the fresh wind, the weather...
The words that we shared are not lingering there.
"The little cross that you gave me,
i lost long ago"
so i don't have to bear any cargo
to the summerdays ahead.
The chain was gold - do you remember?-
or fake
but a chain is still a chain
so it's better without it (in a way)
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 5:13 PM UTC