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Best Poems From
SYLVIA FRANCES CHAN
(22 November)
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Love you so much
Love you so much
Love you so very much
I do nothing but think of you
you don't even know
how it hurts me so
Love you so very very much
I do not a thing all day long just think of you
you don't even know
my heart aches so
from dawn to dusk
from morn to night
from dark to light
from green to red
from sane to mad
from weep to sleep
my love for you is very very deep
©Sylvia Frances Chan
copyright Tue Sep 20 - 2011 at 1.31 hrs -
All Rights Reserve
Sylvia Frances Chan
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PARIS
Just written medio August 201, for Poetfreak.
Recently last July I was invited by a good friend to come to Paris.
When still living in the tropics I loved to study Beaux Arts in Paris, but....since I was the only girl (be noted: my big bro was the only boy....LOL...) , my mom forbade me, I may not study in Heidelberg either! Since then Paris had become its home in my head, i really enjoyed my very first visit to Paris, i was really very excited...and last July I was back again in Paris, this time I was invited....all previous times I invited myself...
PARIS
Paris was my first Love
so excited for the first time
I thank God above, my love
have met Paris again and a good rhyme
Paris was my first Love
but not my last
I forget sometimes the Present
but I'll never do that with the Past
Sylvia Frances Chan
© copyright Sat Aug 13 - 2011 -
All Rights Reserved
Published August 13,2011 in POETFREAK
Sylvia Frances Chan
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Hurry-hurry-hurry
Hurry-hurry-hurry...
Hurry is the word I hate
hasten I dislike
everyone is always running, is this our fate
no one walks like a decent pike,
what a mess what a sorrow!
Why can't they do more peaceful
do it calm, do today not tomorrow
please be patient, to you all I'll be thankful
They say: Time is money
is it: No time so no money?
Or: I have no money, so am I in a hurry?
or: plenty of money, I take my time, honey
Hurry-hurry-hurry I hate
money-money-money is my fate
then slowly-slowly-slowly
under a huge pile of money
Hurry is the word I hate
hasten I dislike
now you need not walk and hurry it's late
please for God's sake, take a decent bike
Sylvia Frances Chan
copyright Mon Sep 19 - 2011 at 23.18 hrs -
All Rights Reserve
Published September 19,2011
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The Breath of Life
The Breath Of Life
To smell The Sun
to feel The Wind
to breathe the Fresh Air from within
to experience The Stormy Weather
to walk on Top Of The Ocean
to talk with The Highest Emotion
to live The Real Life
to know The Real Love
to say Good Morning to The Dove
those are Steps in The Breath of Life
those are Parts in The Breath of Our Life
we'd care for it with Gentle Love, no knife
© Sylvia Frances Chan - Sat Aug 13 - 2011
copyright - All Rights Reserved
Sylvia Frances Chan
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