POEMNUMBER 1220

our father’s wisedisciplinenever be wearyof his earlyadvicesfor our loving father reproveswhom he loves,as a father the son in whom he delightsif we fear our fatherand do as he says,he will point us the right wayand make our path straightandwill bless us abundantly….© Sylvia Frances Chan – All Rights ReservedSunday 16 August 2020At 07.15 hrs. A.M….

to eventually become a deadly lakewithout value….Tuesday 17 September 201910.20 hrs. AM Dutch Time

how long it has been, this sadi am looking to outside’s viewhow everything seems so newi am looking through this windowhow time has fled so fast and full of sorrowi still see clearly that i am enjoying the moccain that cozy Ragusa ice saloon in Jakartawe two only on my favourite spotall delicious things are…

is having punhe sends his raysnot as alwaystoday is extremely hotsure, I know this blessing comes from GodI am most grateful to Himhaving prayed to the brimthis morn I have no devotionalbut an ordinary simple poemin an extra-ordinary clothI will create herea poem containing boththat means: the sun is inviting to be outside,but Dutch wideI…

are technological advancement,a non-existent setting,extreme governmental control,lack of individual freedoms,a sense of superficial happiness,and all basic, biological needs are met.

behold the enchanting weather now, sans woe(sans in french: ‘without’)wherever you are, you’ll never regret it, yes, you!wow, the fine summer rains,sans bit deep painslike today, I don’t know where the earth is goingeven my stomach starts loveliest singinglast night,there had been the most severe storms,with the eerie nightly thunder-stormsbut this morn, all of a…