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").
A Page In History
Along time ago in our very strange land.There once lived a king who thought he was grand.He wore a golden coat studded with gems andpearls and a..
© Sylvia Spencer
The Bard
I once fell in love with a playwrite and poet but becauseI was a child I could not show it. This love of mine that wasso dear, who went by the name..
© Sylvia Spencer
Falling Blossom
The blossom has fallen on to the old garden wall.A wall that is crumbling and looks as if it will fall.The wind blows the apple tree and down comeher..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Little Poem Of Wisdom Part 2 On Life
Life starts with a great long highway and it is up tous to keep to the same byway. Life becomes achallange with many bridges to cross, then we must..
© Sylvia Spencer
Home Alone Utopia
I am feeling rather tired,so I'll lay in bed till noon.To stay in bed till lunch time,is really quite a boon.Everyone will be at work,and I'll be..
© Sylvia Spencer
I Am But A Rose
I am but a rose who will bloom againbut at this moment, there is so much pain.My leaves have turned brown and mypetals gone.I am going to be like..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Place In Time
When I look to the sea I think of time with it'shorizon, that great dividing line. I see the shipsthat crossed her waters from one's that had..
© Sylvia Spencer
Willow Tree River
Where the kingfisher darts the river Stour will flowwith its great old willows swaying to and fro.Long slender branches with their leaves deep in..
© Sylvia Spencer
The Dock Of The Bay. An Ode To Otis
Sitting by the quay with the sunlight in the skywatching great ships just sailing by.Big ships tall ships ones from foreign placeswith all important..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Wonderful Experience
I sat in my garden, late on Sunday night, the tempreturewas high as the swallows made there fly, small bats camefrom nowhere, they were joint with..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Feeding Frenzy
Saturday morning oh' what a borecars queued up by the score.All waiting to go into a fieldto fill their pockets from their yieldLets say good morning..
© Sylvia Spencer
Tit For Tat
It's Tit for Tat, you big fat rat,Why don't you run away.My back is up, you have spat at me,go find someone else to play.Why should I run, and let..
© Sylvia Spencer
Calories
When I go to the baker,to buy a loaf of bread.I must think about what to buy,before I lose my head.I really want to spoil myself,and buy a cream..
© Sylvia Spencer
The Village Well
Can you keep a secret,and promise not to tell.That is what the people said,about the village well.Their well had held a secret,for the past one..
© Sylvia Spencer
The Riddle Of The Cockney Sparrow
Do you want to read this dittyabout a girl who came from,the city.Her name doesn't really matter,because it's only,a load of old chatter.The girls..
© Sylvia Spencer
My Award Winning Garden
Let me show you a garden,that is full of dreams,dug in the right placesthen sewn at the seams.There are lots of flowers,to give her grace,and as many..
© Sylvia Spencer
Great Grannies Cottage
Off we go to Grannies Cottageto look at boring photograpth footage.Black and white snaps, when Dadwas a kid, playing knights in armourwith a dustbin..
© Sylvia Spencer
Handy Man
If you have a problem, then come and see me.I might be able to solve it for a small fee.If you need a plumber, then I'm your man,you'll be better..
© Sylvia Spencer
An Underwater Love Affair
Beneath the fathoms, of salty waves,is a world of splendour and under water caves.Rainbow coloured coral, that's sharp to touch,set in under water..
© Sylvia Spencer
Larry Had A Hat
Larry wore a top hat, that was as tall as tall could be.Now when larry wore this hat, he was mistaken for a tree.Now Larry held a secret, within this..
© Sylvia Spencer
Beware Of The Stars
Beware of the stars, why because they come out at nightbut so does the moon with his light so bright.The midnight sky it is a sight to be seen, but..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Story In Print
Out on sale at the crack of dawn, then I am chucked insomeone's yard or on the front lawn.Yes I am the newspaper the one with the headline newsbut..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Crafty Babe
Mummy loved me once and held me to her breastIt was soft and warm as my tiny head buried itselfinto her vest. Her nipple was soft and her milk..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Brave Canary
He sat on the mat all bright eyed and bushy tailedbut the other half of him was sad because he had failed.He failed to do what he was surposed to do..
© Sylvia Spencer
A House Called Lonely, (Part 2) The Sequel
Dark mountains flash in front of my eyes as mostof the blue disappears from the sky's.Then winter burrows itself into my brain as the dismalcold days..
© Sylvia Spencer