Sylvia Frances Chan
Biography of Sylvia Frances Chan
Sylvia Frances Chan, born in Jakarta, Indonesia studied the English Language-and Literature at the Ureca University, now the Trisakti University, Jakarta
Married to an Urologist(a medical specialist) , they have 3 sons. She is a teacher of the Christian Junior Highschool.
Besides poetry she also writes essays, novels, paints, draws, plays chess, car-racing (Dallas, Zandvoort) , balloons (San Diego) , bike, walk, skiing (Serfaus) , classic-music, pop, R&B, reading.
Sylvia Frances Chan Poems
Memories At The Present
Memories At The Present As I walk down the river As I walk near the sea As I walk in the gardens
Silence Is The Entrance
Below the water surface I put down my foundations to build a house with a tiny room
The Breath Of Life
The Breath Of Life To smell The Sun to feel The Wind to breathe the Fresh Air from within
Hurry-hurry-hurry... Hurry is the word I hate hasten I dislike everyone is always running, is this our fate
The Quiet Spirit
ev'ry person has quiet moments.....at a time.... need no companions....so there is that particular quiet spirit... The Quiet Spirit
Just written medio August 201, for Poetfreak. Recently last July I was invited by a good friend to come to Paris. When still living in the tropics I loved to study Beaux Arts in Paris, but....since I was the only girl (be noted: my big bro was the only boy....LOL...) , my mom forbade me, I may not study in Heidelberg either! Since then Paris had become its home in my head, i really enjoyed my very first visit to Paris, i was really very excited...and last July I was back again in Paris, this time I was invited....all previous times I invited myself...
Under The Cherry-Tree
As I saw a muscled man walking by I remember those summerdays as a passerby when days were still warm and got hotter Come here lie with me under the Cherry-tree, my doctor
Up On The Hills Near The Daffodils
the same: I wrote this poem in my own website in May 2008 Up on the Hills near the Daffodils Seeing young men from a distance on the hills
Grow Old With You?
Grow old with you? Come on, sit down on my knees I'll tell you about the butterflies and the bees Now I am still young forever
The Girl With The Golden Earring
See, you're my love, but you're a little thing The girl with tiny Golden Earring cling A sweetheart dot and many things more sweet As those Johannes Vermeer painted once
No limits ever Loved you from the very start Deep within my heart
To Know Him
To know Him to know HIM is the Power of Love I know Him well, I thought It is not easy then always talk to Him every day like crazy It is not easy then to reach Him thru the palms of my hands but once I feel Him it is not easy to hide for Him He knows to find me and I know He was looking for me I can feel that any moment my heart enriches as I found Him I will never loose Him again.....
this was written in my own website at the beginning of January 2007
I have written this poem in my own website in 2007 Far Away Dearest One I tell you this
Life Is Hard
this poem was written on April 2010 in my own website (Multiply.Com)
Life is hard
I looked into your heart
so lonely as forgotten
I took a glance at your face
so sad as never
I look into my mind
yours is active