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").

What Comes After

After rain comes sunshine,the rays of hope appear.The chains of misery have all goneand cleared the road of fearAfter the fever has left your..

© Sylvia Spencer

The Wreck Of She

The Wreck of She, could be a ship,that has been cast upon the shore,but alas she is not, she's part of the streeta fancy English whoreThe Wreck of..

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Pure Spring

Daffodils and crocuses they bloom in the spring.Snowdrops and primroses are part of this thing.Tulips and bluebells, we shall forget-me-not.All these..

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A Trip On Safari

I am an Elephant my name is Ernest and I amreally quite a hunk.I am built quite sturdy andI have an enormous trunk.I have two white tusksthat can..

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The Great Smell Hunt

I came home from hospital feeling fine.Yet what I discovered made me decline.My Husband said that he had done all the choirsand everything was clean..

© Sylvia Spencer

Reviewing The Situation

I wish I could find that bottlethe one I hid under the sink.Oh! how I could do with another little drink.I am running short of hiding places,my wife..

© Sylvia Spencer

Silent Screen Revisited

Back in the days when movies were young.When celluloid reel had just begun,came a band of stars we'll never foget,clowning around on a production..

© Sylvia Spencer

Any Offers

I am in need of a bookcase that I could call my ownone that I could go to when I was all alone.Just to read a book that could be easly displayedone..

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Lord Of The Night

At the closing of everyday, there is a wise old birdthat comes out to play. When night time falls and thesun goes down there he sits wearing that..

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A Tall Story Part Two

There is a bridge that crosses over a riverA river that is eerie and makes you quiverWith the light of the moon the river will gleamand a boat will..

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A Touch Of Remorse

I look to the sky and there are the starsbut I have no window pane, only prison bars.I became a rebel without a causeso why do I feel such remorse...

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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..

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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..

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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..

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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..

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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..

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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..

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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..

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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..

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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..

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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..

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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..

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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..

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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..

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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