The many lights stars in the night

from TOP to deep low

as a happy meexcept in da mirrorbut please, never be da warriorexcept in da homehello most beautiful almond shaped eyesexcept mindful of wisdomyou aretruly wiseyou are existingwhole and intriguingmay poetry gets immortal lifeand readers’ perseveranceyou will be immortalin my mortal mindand in poetry’s existencewe have people and peopleentirely different in their gesturebut my mortal mindis…

Exposuremy worlds juxtaposedto provoke thy thoughtsenjoyingthe blitz beauty in naturewhile breathing clean and caressing airSylvia Frances Chan -All Rights ReservedAnno Domini 3 December 2019Dutch Morn 10.23 hrs A.M.This is a translation of the poemMijn Geest Proberen Te Beheersen Met Drie Keer Vijf Zinnen….bySylvia Frances Chan

next to me sits Esther who has excellent listening ears,and next to Rebecca sits Ruth with the faithful heartI am reciting:my poem about Normandy:Back from the bright blue skies in Normandyand the full corn moon at farmers’ beocre coloured and bit paleI sit amongst three maiden fair blissi’d wish no bettermomentum than this,the experiences amongst…

langs tuinen met vruchtbare bomenbetoverd zijn die zielenvan gewonde en zondige knieën,moest deze obstakels passerenik zag zoveel namen, goede namengéén één slechteze lijken mij allemaal zo bekend,moest door een vuurhindernis gaan,kan ik het wel aan?opmerkelijk waren dezelfde knieënin gebed samen met hun wonden en zondenin volmaakt alfabet,dezelfde knieën behoren bij hun lichaamik schaarde mij erbij,ik…

this earliest,I was pushed to the backyard door by the morning breeze,the wind was still friendly,to be here, the fiery Fall still has miles to go,I want to recallit is still a long way for autumnto have his winter dome here,but Sir Clock has arrived here on time,from tonight on the bells will chimeon the…