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 was teacher of the Christian Junior Highschool, she is lecturer for students through iPhone, evangelist on Websites and through iPhone, never in churches.
Besides poetry she also writes essays, novels, paints, draws, plays chess, car-racing (Dallas, Zandvoort) , balloons (San Diego) , walk, tennis Annual Competitions Mondially, skiing (Serfaus) , classic-music, pop, R&B, reading.
Sylvia Frances Chan's Works:
Two publications, Nov 2012 by Mrs. Judy Lynn, Chief Editor, L.A.Cal-USA.
Emeralds Green by Xlibris-UK
In many2 PoemSites, WebSites, Weblogs and in Journals her poems are published all over the world. Red and Green colours are her favourites, and she had to deal with all green colours as in the NL ecology was in fashion and still is. She and her fellow countrymen always had a good feel for all green her government suggested. She attended many readings about this important theme. She developped a greatest feel for her intuitions due to her beloved Mother and her intuitions about that green landscape. She quarrelled with Shell, that oil company about the Green Fluid and she opposed Shell, since this company would gain a myriad profit, she changed Shell´s attitude.
- An Essay On Mother -new-
Sylvia Frances Chan Poems
For My Sympathetic
For my sympathetic Thank YOU so much for your help and attention, you are so kind n cute like a whelp
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
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
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
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
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
So cosy and pleasant a warm companion
was I right or was it just an optional illusion?
Come lie close to me, cheek-to-cheek under the Cherry-tree
Make love to me, you're always busy I'm feelin' empty
Why should we be ashamed you my legal man set me on fire