"sylvie" poems
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
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 4:29 PM UTC
Sylvie, I am alone here
doing nothing, except
thinking about you,
in a meditative trance.
It's a beautiful feeling Sylvie
strange, I don't miss you,even!
I imagine you as an awakening flower
of changing colors and petals
You are in a whirl of realization.
Then a lone tree you are,
near a vast,waveless lake
what an intriguing koan,
to churn my inner sea.
You're nowa drifting white cloud
all through the kaleidoscopic shifts
I forget to think,what would I be
in relation with your whims,spectacular
Beyond apparitions, I search for meaning
that eludes, as it is fathomless
I hear the song of the lonely star, so near
and realize,"I am the light of the burning star"
Sylvie, I can't remember
neither you nor me exactly
or the distant star that sings
a song in the tunes of light years
You were from the forest, Sylvie
I used to be the mountain wind
that once caressed the forest trees.
Sylvie, we are one; the imagination
of the waves of light, beyond time.
Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 11:31 AM UTC
wanting your arms around
my torso squeezing and
sleep deprived caused by
fantasies of you late last night
but i wish you'd wish
lips like ours could touch
again
but better
be smoother and slower
and sweeter like Max & Sylvie
and it could be delightful
if only you'd make more
time for me and it's
painful to want you so much
so visceral, so intensely that
my want is grimy and slimy
dragging my inner ****
in sloppy circles cut
to your exact shape and build
if only, if only
you knew how much i
drooled underneath the covers
last night, shrouded by hunger, blanketed by invigorating horniness
a longing that never seems to go
away
whenever i'm around you
and it's exhausting
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 1:44 PM UTC
You know I said to Sylvie that it’s hard to see you with someone else.
No she said I didn’t think it’d matter now. I thought
you were over me.
Yeah well I said I’m fairly sure you said you didn’t love
me anymore. I sigh heavily and massage my neck. It’s ******* sore.
Gods sake I whisper you won’t even look at me.
You never do when we fight. I wanna say more to you.
You know I thought I’ve so much more going
on. The last ******* thing I need is to be thinking
about you this much. I’ve had a headache
for days because of it.
I just want you to kiss me. I now know what
it’s like to be homesick for a person not a place.
You’re my “person.” I take some more pain meds.
I feel like I’ve a tight band around my head.
Just because I am mad doesn’t mean I’m not hurting.
Sylvie looks up for me work and gazes out
the window. The she puts her head down to read.
It’s so frustrating I thought to think you can
just “carry on” when I’m so distracted by all this.
And no, it doesn’t help me to know I said
I was over you and I lied about not being hurt.
I can’t say this to you – it’s futile. I love you.
I eventually walk outside and leave you to work.
And **** you barely notice. I miss you
and you’re sat right there and I’m in the garden.
Now I can see Dog Star. I imagine
the star making me whole and carrying me
home. Homesick for a person not a place.
I whisper to myself I hate you.
Hey where are you honey Sylvie yells.
I thought you wanted me to kiss you.
© Sia Jane
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 6:02 PM UTC
You must have been so lovely, Sylvie.
Your song sounds purple, like the underside of rose petals.
It shimmers and flickers in the water of the Seine, held together by a whispering, weaving thread, a voice in the softness.
I know you,
I've seen you.
You're me when I play, the piano keys conductors for all of your loveliness,
Pouring your essence into my heart as I begin to learn your curves and your lines.
I am you, Sylvie, a woman in love,
and I caress the keys and sing with your voice a song in which you are forever imprisoned, captured in a jar and preserved for eternity.
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 4:06 AM UTC
**i'm checkmate the bomb
i always make things a gas girl
i'm ubiquitous and unavoidable
i'm a social engineer,
making things happen for good time girls
i'm the promo man
i advertise curvaceous wares
and multiply the client base
i'm hoping to go exponential soon
I'm a moneyfinder par excellence
i can sniff it from miles away
and i know how to make a fool and his money
go separate ways
as for the miserly ones, we prise it away so adeptly
they can't help applauding us
the rich and affluent ones looking for an experience -
we cater for them as well
they're easy to spot from miles away
that bored vacuous look is hard to miss
i'm a connoisseur of bohemian girls:
the ones who play sweet and innocent to perection
their jumping eyes can send even you into a rhapsodic spin!
the leggy ones with shape and hips
delectable girls with unbelievable curves
the slim portable women that some want to take away
mmmm... and the buxom ones with bountiful chests of sweetness
i can supply extras too! just name it and i'm your man
i'm the paymaster and the insurance man to book
i'm security too, my boys don't brook any nonsense - be warned!
and hey man, do i have style! tailor-made suits, gold-capped teeth,
handmade shoes and handwoven ties to complete the rout
my principles are strict and regular; no sampling of the stock
although...
if it's sylvie i sometimes make an exception
sylvie knows how to rock and how to roll
she's what every man hopes to find during his prime**
*now don't you dare go all weepy and disapproving on me mate,
it's not personal - just business!*
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 5:51 AM UTC
We never touched.
We never kissed,
Nor did our limbs entwine.
Yet your translucent beauty
made an impression in my mind.
We never spoke
I never met
this beauty of the screen.
A girl they called Emanuelle
In a film some thought obscene.
She is dead of Cancer now,
A Krystal so sublime:
All youth and beauty withers
How briefly it was thine.
Oct 19, 2012
Oct 19, 2012 at 8:49 PM UTC
Plaisir d'amour ne dure qu'un moment,
Chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie.
J'ai tout quitté pour l'ingrate Sylvie,
Elle me quitte et prend un autre amant.
Plaisir d'amour ne dure qu'un moment,
Chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie.
Tant que cette eau coulera doucement
Vers ce ruisseau qui borde la prairie,
Je t'aimerai, me répétait Sylvie ;
L'eau coule encor, elle a changé pourtant !
Plaisir d'amour ne dure qu'un moment,
Chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie.
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Billy Shakes: poetry! Tis nothing but the product of vile fantasy, a pox on art and the cogitation of righteous men.
Billy Wordsy: And though with poetesses I often lie, my hate of the poem I cannot descry
Em Dicksdaughter: i had no time for,--
Poetry as once I thought--
Words puzzling leads to nought--
Langs Huwed: when you see words on a pa-
Ge I will kindly ask misters and misses that they remember MY work. My so-
Ng. That the workers may not write ... to the weary sax toon of fanatic reds.
Sylvie Path:a shock of light Pierces an empty **** coach corpse
Flowers shudder at the thought of the hateful word: Poetry
DD Goings: a poet slapped my(bodily whole )face once and i(neverlikingpoetry) strapped him with dynamite.
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 4:31 PM UTC
my beautiful girl.
you left a
definite emptiness.
my pretty princess
the prettiest girl in the world
(chirps like a little bird)
my perfect angel
my absolute dream.
Jul 5, 2022
Jul 5, 2022 at 9:13 PM UTC
Plaisir d’amour ne dure qu’un moment,
The pleasure of love lasts only a moment,
chagrin d’amour dure toute la vie.
The grief of love lasts a lifetime.
J’ai tout quitté pour l’ingrate Sylvie,
I gave up everything for ungrateful Sylvia,
Elle me quitte et prend un autre amant.
She is leaving me for another lover.
Plaisir d’amour ne dure qu’un moment,
The pleasure of love lasts only a moment,
chagrin d’amour dure toute la vie.
The grief of love lasts a lifetime.
"Tant que cette eau coulera doucement
As long as this water will run gently
vers ce ruisseau qui borde la prairie,
Towards this brook which borders the meadow,
je t’aimerai", me répétait Sylvie,
I will love you", Sylvia told me repeatedly.
l’eau coule encor, elle a changé pourtant.
The water still runs, but she has changed.
Plaisir d’amour ne dure qu’un moment,
The pleasure of love lasts only a moment,
chagrin d’amour dure toute la vie.
The grief of love lasts a lifetime
Sep 30, 2024
Sep 30, 2024 at 8:31 AM UTC