"talkings" poems
Her love, her modesty, behold her grace
That shine let shine be on her face.
A friend, a enemy let ever be too,
May her company to let me flew.
Her desires, her sacrifices are neglected, i think,
That she was hiding her tears to blink.
Her beauty her modesty behold her grace,
That shine let shine be on her face.
Her mummering, her talkings, her chinese gossips,
Forced me to think about her twisted thinkings.
She was, she is, she will be unique,
Smart one, dreamed one, thats on the peak.
Her beauty, her modesty behold her grace,
That shine let shine be on her face,
That shine let shine be on her face.
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC
It is my legs
My shopping bag
my companion
My float,
The two oars
My extended arms
Parting the water
In my little rowing boat.
We get there eventually
There are complaints on the way
But we ignore those and soldier on
Loweing the drawbridge in the moat.
Tricky I grant you, in your best frock
No man to help, just me, and my pal.
Keep calm, our motto, or we do rock.
Frothy waters jet up our way
Every now and then
It is like the rivers lets rip
Pulls out its cork to say "when"
Turbulance, oh yes, it is a scary time
The boat behaves like it's on the Irish Sea
Stiff talkings to and patience then it is fine.
We sail to the bank oh its a stone throw away
We disembark like a liner on the ocean
I tie it up to the nearest tree
Walk off through the wood in time for tea.
Piling the two carrier bags on board
It is chocs away into the moat
Back to the castle we go, my home,
To rest, me and my little rowing boat.
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC
After all the studies,
After all the responsibilities,
After all the love for my Parents,
After all the Good Night wishes,
Here I am.
Lying beside my Pooh; the teddy.
Talking to him about how my day gone,
Telling him about the messed up things,
Telling him about the love I miss from my dad,
Telling him about the care I miss from him,
Telling him how I used to rush when he come,
About how he tolerate my talkings,
About how much I love him.
Sob and Sob
I never know when I slept these days and woke up with my alarm clock.
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 4:18 PM UTC
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
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 11:35 AM UTC
I have no time for politics,
talkings heads,
heads of state,
stately hats,
manly gaites.
And on, and on, and on.
With resent for only money,
those jokes so half *** funny,
and sad sack bleeding harts.
Dime store smarts
and trollop tarts,
that do not claim there farts.
Yet i hear were full of ****
So i've no patience for.....
The hiding of the gore.
The hit and run
the watered down
fake news we abore.
And mostly i've no time,
so I will make a ryme.
For the outside is a gauntlet.
And with pen i post my crime.
So lock me up,
I'm but a blip.
The news will sup and Sip,
and **** there heads
with lock and step.
And find my hate for all.
They are cheating of there proof,
and I have had enough.
Not enough for giving up,
enough for that i tried.
I did,
you see,
It wasn't me,
But you that made this mess.
I only watched.
I only cared.
And now I've little less.
To your regard,
The mass ******
Of all that could be swell.
It was your head
That doubled size.
And I hope ya burn in hell.
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 11:56 PM UTC
Early Morning ****
with mascara on her eyes
switchin side to side
and so much love inside
Beauty in your pocket
You just choose to flaunt it
Early in the morning
Lookin so good
Stirring those desires
given morning wood
thighs starting fires
on the way back to your hood
"how you doin love"
"sweetheart whats your name"
"baby where you going"
"I could love you girl for days",
Early morning walking
through these early morning talkings
you just love the feeling
all this great attention,
to bad with all this passion
they don't get to see your passion
they just catchin this emotions
going through the motions
but your fish nets do the trick
Early morning catchin
bringing in the money
without going through the actions
See I know where your coming from
I know where you been
i know whats in your pocketbook
Can you count the men
Early morning issues
after last nights rendezvous
Sleep your day away,
Sleep your day away...
Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 7:16 AM UTC
Freed me, Freed me
You lost away
Have chosen your way
Why don't you make
Me live free
Come to me
You can see
I am breathing
In a prison of
Your memory !
Wash it away, Wash it away
My mind, It's full of
Reasons about you
your way of looking turning
Back then smiles
Our endless talkings with
A Long walk to miles
Lost in the dark
You
I just followed the
Darkness
In the dark
To seek spark
Of my way true !!
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 2:03 PM UTC
I miss your morning kisses
And how you look pretty with your bed hair
I miss our morning coffees
And how you smile at me as you lay here
I miss your cooking — 'twas so heart warming
And whenever you're in the bathroom singing
I miss how you sound groggy in the morning
And how you sleep like a baby during evening
I miss those plump lips on mine
And when our fingers intertwine
I miss your cute little whinings
And those fun sleep talkings
I miss how your heart sounds
And how my heart just pounds
I miss how we mess around for hours
And those childish mini wars of ours
I too miss the kind of comfort you brought me
And those small out-of-this-world talks in glee
I miss everything really
I just misses you badly
I miss you here with me
I miss us together truly
I love you ever so deeply
I love the idea of you and me
So come home to me quickly
Cos I'll be here waiting for you happily
For this heart wants you only
And it'll be ****** if you're far away.
Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 10:03 PM UTC
Ive’s got a condition that’s make me bad at grammar, it get bad slowly
People’s think i’ma crazy, but i’ms just talkings
I’s was walkin down the streets, when i and mans bumped, i falled down and
Hited my head on a the table,
I yelled
“You’ve betters said sorry mister”
Alls he did was, laghted.
I say
“You’ve’nt, says sorry yet
That’s man just looked at me
And kicked me in faces
Oh, mans i hate peoples who’s hate other peoples whso
Haves disibilitys
I wishes, thats peoples would be, little nices
Thats mans, called his friends to kicked me too
I hured that they get bats
Oh!, oh!!
I’ve’es hate peoples who’s mean
Theys
Continued
Hured
Me
Whated haves i did
Whated did i do to be hured.
Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 1:29 PM UTC
are oilers tickets available Tyson
*** you heard i was doing the same **** and it was believable
i project myself in the arena
and the oilers take the game
i heard you got a new girl now
and you never told nobody
whats some other **** people say around me
my sisters saypseudo intellect
and that its by way of control and predict
if i was ever to be a killer it would be ritually sick
i gave a devious look
but it wasn't like im twisted
i knew my cousin wasnt a ******
the instance that we met
al wondered how much of my last poem
was just said so it would fit
or wait itd be better if i regress
so i could remember every moment
with a better working head
cat doesn't believe at all im not wasting ******* breath
i cant tell these delusions from each other
so i end up out of breath
Andrew casman says im just somebody you gotta just accept
brad says share it with the world, we haven't killed you yet
he says when this does end
itll re hardwire in my head
i think im overdue this year my illness is turning ten
they gave me the antigen to purge the chemical
from in me
iu was waiting twice and felt so nice
until it crept its way back in me
logan mentioned that its no wonder id be an *******
after only thinking nice for so **** long
and before tony passed away he said i wasnt a bad guy all along
the list goes on and on a reoccurring problem
my conscious stir ups judgements
of the people i see most often
kassie roan said b.cs smoking crack
for thinking that im awesome
al said my conscience is a good reveal
of my inner psychies problems
there i tweaked that thought
to correspond with what im talking
Kenny says theirs a paradox between
the surface and what hides inside the closet
interesting theory Kenny
it deserves to be acknowledged
while my mom wants me to promise
that ill live a life of promise
its so hard to make a promise mom
when the talkings always constant
i take shots to stop the talking
but it s always same old topic
i cant walk into Walmart shopping
*** im bombarded by your *****
i developed life this way modeled
it to be un godly
now you know my symptoms
feel free to keep on talking
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 11:38 AM UTC