sylvia spencer

Rookie - 0 Points (24 12 43 / woolwich london)

sylvia spencer Poems

81. The Scourge Of The North Sea 4/20/2006
82. Passages 3/2/2006
83. Strangers 4/11/2006
84. The Message Of Poetry 2/12/2006
85. Tit For Tat 2/14/2006
86. My Award Winning Garden 2/20/2006
87. Life's Recipes 2/22/2006
88. What Comes After 2/22/2006
89. The Riddle Of The Cockney Sparrow 2/23/2006
90. The Village Well 2/24/2006
91. Along The Stony Track. 2/24/2006
92. Two Flags To War 2/26/2006
93. The Wreck Of She 2/26/2006
94. As Wild As The Poppy 9/11/2006
95. Start At The Beginning 9/15/2006
96. A Boy And A Wave 9/18/2006
97. Pollen Farmers 9/18/2006
98. My Neighbour's Butt 9/21/2006
99. A View Across The Skyline 9/28/2006
100. A Great Divide 10/9/2006
101. A Date For Your Diary 10/13/2006
102. A Job For A Lad 10/18/2006
103. A Large Chunk Of Disapearance 11/1/2006
104. As Often Fades 11/5/2006
105. Calories 2/25/2006
106. Crumbling Chalk 11/17/2006
107. December 12/2/2006
108. Christmas Cards 12/20/2006
109. A Crafty Blackbird 4/22/2007
110. A Blackbird 4/22/2007
111. Cat Flu 8/21/2007
112. A Friend To The End 8/25/2007
113. A Man Made Of Straw 11/3/2007
114. A Donkey Tale 11/6/2007
115. A Memory 7/16/2008
116. A Story In Print 10/8/2006
117. Beware Of The Stars 2/20/2007
118. House And Home 4/19/2005
119. Middle Age 2/13/2006
120. Beacon Light 4/3/2006

Comments about sylvia spencer

  • Scarlett Treat (8/9/2007 2:42:00 PM)

    If there is ANYONE at all on this site who can find fun in the stinky side of life, then Sylvia it is! ! It doesn't matter what subject she chooses, whether it is her cat, Mr. Pong, the neighbor's name it, and Miss Rosie can find the fun in it. But that is not all she writes about. She finds the joy in a beautiful day,
    the love she shares with others, just life itself. She is so much fun to know, and I treasure her friendship so very much! Scarlett

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  • Vra Parody (9/29/2006 9:12:00 PM)

    one of the better writers at poem hunter...better than pretentious people who write incomprehensible crap...

  • Kee Thampi (9/13/2006 12:40:00 AM)

    All great writes are really posed to in its simplicity and in its vivid colours of depictions. A travel to own past life of lyrics and lovely nature - driving to a unknown splurgely mad loves....Poet also makes new homely experiments with her own verses...

  • Lisa Wilkinson (6/2/2006 5:49:00 PM)

    Sylvia has a great young sense of humour and is full of praise and encouragement for others. Her poems are varied and I do love Macafee the cat poem so if you have time read it. Its called The cat who came to tea. Bravo Sylv.x

  • Michael Shepherd (4/27/2006 11:02:00 AM)

    Sylvia, your poetry is unique, sometimes I don't know whether to laugh or cry or manage both at once - so it's really good that you're going to be published so that others can enjoy you being you! Best wishes, Michael

  • Janice M Pickett (3/30/2005 2:58:00 PM)

    Sylvia. I love your style. You are a really sweet person. Your poems are a picture of your character.


  • Mary Nagy (3/21/2005 1:03:00 PM)

    Thank you for your comments on my 'old-age' poem...Of course I don't feel I am old, this poem was written with tonque in cheek...I am feeling older....but not old of course. My life gets better with each year so truly I enjoy the aging process more than most would think. Sincerely, Mary

Best Poem of sylvia spencer

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.
First we would travel,
through fields and pastures green
and visit all the places,
that they had never seen,
but before we could do this
we had to board, The Great Imagination
either at Waterloo,
or Charring Cross Station.
We would track up to Liverpool,
through Englands country wide
then stop for an ice cream,
along the Merseyside.
They all loved the viaduct
with it's great distance below.
It was even better ...

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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

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