Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
The Tale Of Mr Pong
I would like to tell you all, the tale of Mr Pong,well if you think he is oriental,then I am afraid you are all very wrong.Well Mr Pong, is a man..
© Sylvia Spencer
Crumbling Chalk
Beneath the cliffs of crumbling chalk was once a pathwhere you could walk. The walk would take you down tothe sand where fishing boats would come to..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Crafty Blackbird
A femail blackbird came into my garden to find a bite to eata worm or a slug, she was not fussy to her it was a treat;as we sat an ate our chicken..
© Sylvia Spencer
Start At The Beginning
In the beginning you had a job but you were justbecoming part of the mob. Clocking in at eightand out at five and the wages they paid barelykept you..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Man Made Of Straw
When I was young I knew a man made of straw, but never oncedid he enter my street door.As much as I wanted him too mother would say 'NO' because he..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Friend To The End
It was so quite, there was was a stilness in the airwinter was coming and also despair.Black ice on the roads, with no gritters in sightThis going on..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Donkey Tale
The donkey held his head over the stable doorand he looked so sad because there was no hay onthe floor. He was cold and hungry and no one came tohis..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Documented Story Of Daylight Robbery, From The Memory Of A Young Lord
Upon my travels when I was a young lord, I looked for a coaching inn that had good bed and board.This one remembered trip that that stuck in my mind..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Memory
I remember the little harbour that nestled so cosy inthe bay. It was a memory I would never forget from along ago holidayA little town that never..
© Sylvia Spencer
Cat Flu
I once had three cats but now I have twoand for the past three months I have been in a stew.Not only did I lose a cat that was so precious to mebut..
© Sylvia Spencer
As Wild As The Poppy
A little bud with a low bowing head and when you bloomyour the colour of red.Red for danger and as red as the rose, but you the wildpoppy such an..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Familier Sound
I too had heard the sound of charging horses,but they were not running round those familierrace courses.The village people heard it nightafter night..
© Sylvia Spencer
A House Called Lonely (Part 3) The Trilogy
Is that the sound of breaking glass, and do I heardiggers driving over my grass. Now they are pullingout my door, if they go any further one might..
© Sylvia Spencer
As Often Fades
As often fades the summer day with bright blueskys turning grey.To seek the shelter of a hollowtree as to nestle in the comfort of thee.How brightthe..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Fancy Bonnet
Sally wore an Easter Bonnet but it had no frills upon it.It was of pure white cotton with a bow under her chin, andher thoughts of Easter were locked..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Field To Remember
Daffodils grew in a field that I once rememberbut now it looks like a bleak field in November.You could drive down the hill and see a yellow bedbut..
© Sylvia Spencer
December
The trempreture drops and the nights are coldIt's the very last month and the years grown old.December the month full of laughter and cheerbut on the..
© Sylvia Spencer
The Nightly Noises
The nightly nioses, they start with the rain,I try to shut them out, but it's all in vain.These awful noises, they never seem to stop,they start at..
© Sylvia Spencer
The Trench
They went to war, because their country called,so proud of their uniform, as they marched off to war.They heard the guns that they were up against,as..
© Sylvia Spencer
Our Red White And Blue
Red is for danger the colour of blood.It's there on a battlefield in trenches of mud.A red cross painted on a wagon,for those that are injured and..
© Sylvia Spencer
Hidden Within Weeds
This was a mystery, you can call it a great find.When we climbed a wall and saw what was behind.The wall was about six foot tall; so I used my..
© Sylvia Spencer
Everyone Loves A Limerick
There was a hot lady from Humber.Who taught her sugar daddy how to rumba!As he moved his hipshe no doubt had his chipsand became the mortuary's next..
© Sylvia Spencer
Dreams
Dreams can paint a portrait of who you want to be;but only you can enter the gallery, its not for othersto see. A dream can take you on a journey to..
© Sylvia Spencer
Old Wifes Riddles
Old wifes tales are a mysterywhich started way back in history.If I wore a dress with a dropped hemlinethen mother would say 'A Stich in Time Saves..
© Sylvia Spencer
Strangers
Strangers, who are they please let them have there sayWhy, strangers who the hell are they, of course they arepeople I meet every day. I travel by..
© Sylvia Spencer