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").
Roll Up Roll Up
Roll up Roll up! come to the Fair,roll up roll up! come take a ride.Come and see the Carousel,and all the show's on the side.Coconut Shy's, three..
© Sylvia Spencer
The Gift Of Writing
There is a word in every poem, one that is so hard to write,but if you can write one sentence more.Then the gift is your's to take wherever.It is a..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Family Rift
I would like to be a drummer so I can beat like my heartand I would like to play the violin so my heart will have stringsand it won't fall apart. If..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Job For A Lad
There was once a familiar scene above the roof topswhere smoke ascended. With the darkness of the skyline andthe dense November fog, a day not..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Little Shepherd Boy
By a fir tree in the wood sat a little shepherd boyHe had lost a lamb along the way and he wonderedwhy he had gone astray. As he walked back over..
© Sylvia Spencer
Deliverance. Written For The Anniversary Of The D Day Landing.
This is the beach, that will tell a story,of death and destruction,followed by war time glory.At Omah beach, the Allies had landedthen gunfire..
© Sylvia Spencer
Life's Recipes
We hold within our hearts,old recipes so rare.One's that don't come out of books,and can, quite easily tear.You can tell your friends about themand..
© Sylvia Spencer
An Old Man An His Mountain
I wish I could climb the mountain once moreto do everything that I did before. Breath the airthat is sweet to taste, climb a mountain and notmake..
© Sylvia Spencer
Fog And Myth
The Days were dark, the land was dead;no seed had grown the drought had spread.The land once had a river that was diamondclear and her waters would..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Winter Of Discontent
I remember a winter a few decades ago.Where our dear England was covered in snow.It started on Boxing Day with a blizzard from hellthen in the course..
© Sylvia Spencer
Silver
Silver things are pretty thingsthey fill us with such delight.Like the tinsel on a Christmas treeall glittering in the light.Silver things can be..
© Sylvia Spencer
Mothers Whistling Kettle
Mothers got the kettle on it's left to long on the hob.There is so much steam about it looks like a mop up job.As I walk into the kitchen off come my..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Shopping Trip
You pick a fine day so you're off to the stores, up anddown on the escalator to all different floors.Into a shopping mall where life never stands..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Battle For Supremacy, A Very Potty Story
My name is Plonker, and I am a pot and I have now beenthrown on the compost plot. I have a busted base and a chipon my rim, my chances of working..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Collectors World
Some people have a problem, one that can take it's toll.To them it's like an addiction, totally out of controlThese people that I write about, are..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Touch Of Love
There was once a child who's heart was broken, she hadno love only gifts and tokens. Showered with money andgifts from her Dad, it's no wonder this..
© Sylvia Spencer
Pain And Sorrow
What of life as the sun rises away from the cloud of doom.Is there a place that is without doom and gloom.Is there a far distant land where life is..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Tale Of Two Smokers
Flash, the Ash and Smoky Joe were two Pawn Brokersthey also were two heavy smokers.Now Joe he owned ashop in Thetford and Flash owned one in..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Message To A Great Poet
There is a poet who lives in our modern times, who writeswords of comfort and some of those words just blend into rhymes.Then there are his verses no..
© Sylvia Spencer
Sight Seeing
I walked into the waiting room and clicked up fifty fourand what came in behind me nearly knocked me to the floor.A family of three who were the size..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Tall Story
The Inn smelt old as I walked through the door.The tables were rustic and so was the floor.I sat by the fire all cold and damp and my feetwere wet..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Sad Life
What a sad life I lead, stuck here on the wallwith two screws in my guts so that I don't fall.I am only here to hang a basket, one that is fullof..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Part Of Living
A part of living is what I am going to write aboutand that is why us Mums always shout. When wecome home from work and there's a pile in the sinkbut..
© Sylvia Spencer
Butcher Bill
There was once a butcher who went by the nameof Bill who displayed all his meat on the windowsill.This was his way of showing his customers, what he..
© Sylvia Spencer
A Carpet Tale
Oh no not another stain on my carpet so red,its times like these I wish I was dead.When I was new I was laid out like a Queen, butnow I am ashamed to..
© Sylvia Spencer