About Jesus And Tina Turner.... Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

After having read, i was shocked,
overwhelmed by the content and text a friend showed me
it's all about Tina Turner, The famous world's number One singer,
the sexiest, gal showing off her everything that smells glamor,
except for her deepest sadness

she was the cutest clown i have ever seen.
she showed laughter, much laughter,
as all clowns, they cry in silence
some great sadness was hidden in excellence
in her loud excellent laughter.

i am not talkative, kept my observations inside me.
i bought the most expensive golden key in town
to keep poor Tina in me
each time i read news about her,
wished to move my hands and fingers to write 1000 notes to her
i did not, never, she was my living idol,
i am gonna write an exuberant poem about her,
like i have created many poems about
the Phoenix, which Rembrandt, the famous painter in that Dutch Golden Age,
sketched on parchment paper, now you can still see and watch
dead and risen again

this morning i saw my neighbor
is complaining, today will be the toughest day
because this must be winter and it has never been as coldest
as real winter all this wintry season,
his snowflake flowers are dying.

i advised him to take the next flight to find
Indian summer so that his snowflakes would stay fresh and alive,
he could still sell all the snow-fakes.

IF it is winter, i will stay where i am, coldest or not,
chilly-piccalilli or not, i stay on this lovely spot
i admire all ways nature had given us treats, still, blesses me

the one i most adore and love all time is Jesus. Thanks to my Mum.
saddest of all is, she died three years after her advice.
i am still in love with Jesus, never changed ever since.
He's mine, my first love and i am happiest.

Tina's greatest secret is revealed, but i still did not know. Naive? Dunno.
she symbolizes for me the Rembrandt Phoenix piece,

nearly killed and beaten so many times, she still arose constantly.
she stamped with her feet on performance ground,
such a great celebration to see and watch her sing and dance.
not her beauty nor her lovely teeth, but her never bending enthusiasm and never beaten power.
she was my inspiration.

Now it is about time to make this worldwide known,
kept too long inside me.
Jesus and Tina were born in poverty
i was born that same way, mentally
beaten, pained, suffered a very lot
taunted and derided
huge unbearable moments, in solitude
all invisible scars, died myriad times
each time arose again.

Photography by Sylvia Frances Chan "The Cross"-Navarra,
the Netherlands

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