Biography of sylvia spencer
i have written many poems but I have had only two plubished I started writing at school but because I am dislexick I gave it up. I love writing in any shape or form. give me a subject and i will write about it. I also write short stories and compositions.I was born in the south east of London and I lived there many years. Since moving to Norfolk I have written more, I enjoy the social side of history. I find it fun to read and also I get a lot of insperation from this subject. I am also a great catlover, I have three of my own. This is also another subject that I like writing about.
sylvia spencer Poems
A Cry For Help
Dont keep me hidden, in this dark room, please show me the sun, so that I can bloom.
The Cat That Came To Tea
There was once a cat called Trouble-some Mac'fee, who had a bad habit, of inviting himself to tea.
A House Called Lonely (A Trilogy In Thre...
There is a street in every town that owns a house called lonely. Then when your just passing by you might just say, 'if only. If only could mean a life time of thoughts but it does'nt cure
A Bunch Of Roses
I love life but does life love me when I have to cook tea for a family of three. One wants this and one wants that and between those wants I have to feed the cat.
A Lonely Heart In A Thunderstorm
A lonely heart sets the table but is she a Milly, a Betty or a Mabel. Tea, coffee, cakes and ale but outside there blows a gale. Sash cord windows rattling like chains, thunder and lighting tormenting her
A Wayward Life
Born out of wedlock, with a chip on his shoulder, one that was as big, as a cliff face, boulder.
Ride The Imagination Train
When my children were small, we played a great, wet weather game. One where we would travel, on the Great Imagination Train.
A Basket Of Goodies
Why do the the people call you Crabby is it because your clothes are shabby. Why have the people called you this awful name I think their at fault and you are not to blame.
A Clothes Line
There is a workhorse that serves us well. Its been around since time can tell. It has a post at each end, to give support with a stick in the middle, so it doesn't distort.
A Bats Tale
Dark shapes flitter in the dusk sky but they are mammals, so why do they fly The little furry flitter mouse that makes you jump that clings on to a branch in one solid lump
A Water Lord
See him hover, over river and pond just like a fairy waving a wand. He looks quite stunning this graceful thing, flying around on brightly coloured wing.
A Field That Saw A War
I have looked into history, and seen a field. It's a field where, no wheat will yield. It's a field that saw a bloody war.
A Life Of A Coathanger
'What is she wearing tonight my friend! 'How the hell do I know I am always at the end, it's just my luck when she buys something new, I get shoved to the end of the queue.It's all right for you my friends you get a weekly check, but poor old me has to hang in
Cracker Jack (The Story Of A Race Horse...
Poor old Cracker stands all alone cold, hungry and chilled to the bone, in a muddy medow that is now his home.This chestnut brown horse was once the pride of the race course, with his
The warm air stays amongst the shrubs as the daily
flowers close their buds.The sun has gone like a falling
crown to make way for the moon with that familiar frown.
This is the time when the air smells sweet and frogs come
out and dance at your feet. Honeysuckle and roses all in full
bloom, swaying in the breeze so you inhale the perfume.
Swallows flying in the sky catching insects as they fly.
Soft rain is falling but not for long, because the nightingale
is still singing his song.The d