De Tweede Vijf Zinnen:

tapi ku jadi muak dan mulai dengan Erica,sepertinya dua penyair initelah menjadi usang,setidaknya untuk daku,Sylvie pemalu,tapi satu hal tetap sama:kelangkaanperapiantelah menjadi ketenaran global,kutipan dakudikau menulis:sesuatu yang indahadalah hasrat tuk abadimereka memiliki satu kesamaan:mereka cantikterkenal di dunia,keharumannya akan tetap adadan taburibenih tuakita semua sangat membutuhkannyamenabur kedalam keabadian,dan menjaga segarnyatuk selama2nyakarena ini adalah puisiyang tetap akan tahansampai…

is like death,because that falls in the ditch,he is buried right away in the ditch,because as of old, I enjoyall that gold,the beautiful sunset and surrounding skyon the horizon,melancholic goodbye to the beautiful day and the ardent sun,watching and deep in thoughts,ah, truly a most beautiful day….Photograph from my photo-archives Evening©Sylvia Frances Chan – All…

in the meantime they are mourning stillthe death of their most honoured King of SiamMrs. Sirikit (beautiful name)is still alive, I reckonthe inhabitants are still mourningI know that just to look at the flagsin Dutch we say’halfstok’,meaning the flag has not reached the topI took the flight to Suvarnabhumito see my only grandson againand then………..?to…

love existsin our activitieswith the ups-downslife….©Sylvia Frances Chan – All Rights ReservedWednesday 19 Feb.2020Dutch Noon at 13.03 hrs. P.M.

het is weer zo geweldig in refreinpraten, heel hard schreeuwenvooruit met de geit!schreeuw alsjeblieft niethou opmet die onzin!weet wat je schrijftof vertel het mijgeen leugensmaar echte poëzie….© Sylvia Frances Chan – All Rights ReservedZondag 16 Aug 2020om 12.37 uur N.M.Nederlands LunchtijdThis is a translation of the poemArhythmic In-Between…bySylvia Frances Chan

oft love dwelling not so nighin the utmost dark yet clear sight for mine eyefor who wanna tell me that I’m wrong?made a mistake of myriads thronggonna uphill still to this dwellingmy hands loose, my mind prayingattitude straight ahead but body swayingi’m walking up mountain highto my first love, not so nighmany thorns and tricks…