Danced with Donald Trump
Danced with Donald in a dream,
I thought it was very funny and very strange.
I told him I wrote a poem about Melania and him,
it was a quick poem I wrote on a whim.
Donald responded
'those people are nuts that whole gang, '
and I know what he meant,
this is a New Yorker and Jersey slang.
In poem I shot photos of his Slavic wife,
when she was carrying a precious life.
This happened when I was working for Palm Beach Today.
Photos shot at Mara A Largo better than Hotel Elegante’.
Then I noticed his belly protruded with fat,
He told me he just ate a black bat.
Then I woke up realizing it was just a dream,
I thought thank heaven life is not this extreme.
(By Suzae Chevalier on August 31, 2011)
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Danced with Donald Trump
Danced with Donald in a dream,
I thought it was very funny and very strange.
I told him I wrote a poem about Melania and him,
it was a quick poem I wrote on a whim.
Donald responded
'those people are nuts that whole gang, '
and I know what he meant,
this is a New Yorker and Jersey slang.
In poem I shot photos of his Slavic wife,
when she was carrying a precious life.
This happened when I was working for Palm Beach Today.
Photos shot at Mara A Largo better than Hotel Elegante'.
Then I noticed his belly protruded with fat,
He told me he just ate a black bat.
Then I woke up realizing it was just a dream,
I thought thank heaven life is not this extreme.
(By Suzae Chevalier on August 31,2011)
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Donald Trump's Safe Kept Secret By Suzae Chevalier
Light bulbs flash and celebrity smiles,
all for a photo in "Fashion & Style".
Now at Palm Beach Today,
photographer Sue Chevalier,
snaps photos of Donald & Melania
on the morning of Easter Sunday.
Just around the same time that year,
Melania conceived a gift that was very dear.
Now Sue heard the news and never did brag,
she was not a squealer who makes money on rag mags.
Unlike a photographer who heard 'your fired' with no tears,
selling photos of Donald's wedding so 'cavalier'.
But of course at that time Sue was not near,
she was in Bora Bora having fun times with good cheer.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on Jan.31,2011
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poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Photos Of Paul Anka
Standing near I photograph a man,
who’s small in stature,
but voice is grand.
Having to take many photos of,
a Singing Legend with Palm Beach ladies
who all just love;
Thee.
As the music plays on by the pool,
Donald's dances with Melania looking smooth & cool.
Then Mya says “Let me see what you took,
Wow! Those are great, I like that look! ”
Mya is discriminatory and wants the best,
she nods her head while saying
“Yes, all these photos pass my test,
they all do look very fabulous! ”
Written on Feb.4,2011 by Christina Sunrise
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Lake Worth Library Reading
Sun shining brightly in the sky, Jim is watching with keen eye.
For he notices props set up for audience to see,
used in “Sarah’s Special Birthday” reading.
Palm Beach photographer shows up soon,
taking photos at high noon.
Children wear costumes with wands in hand,
bringing magic to Krendoll land.
Melodie pops out of box, she is happy with no socks.
Now Razel doesn’t show her face,
Happy story for children she has no place.
Then UniCandle unicorn lights the cake,
making children anticipate.
for there is magic in the air,
will Sarah Star receive her present with moon beam glare?
Happy ending does unfold, Suzae the storyteller just had told,
A rhyming poem with characters with special powers,
This all happened within an hour.
Books where signed on the spot, along with photos that where shot,
to capture the happy memories, of this day in Lake Worth city.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on Feb.6,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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A Poem Is Just A Poem
a poem is just a poem and if it is just a poem
it must be just a poem just like another poem
a poem is nothing but just a poem otherwise
it cannot be my poem; it may speak about
anything, or something, or about everything,
but my poem is just a poem just like anybody's
poem, which is just but a poem, like any other
poem, for a poem to be a poem it must just be
a poem: it has nothing to do with my love, and death
my life, or bliss, but as i have told you, once, twice
thrice, eat some rice, and be that wise, a poem is
just a poem, just like your poem. Why do you insist
on asking, what is happening to me? I am not a
poem, for i am but just the composer of the poem,
need i tell you again, that a poem is just a poem?
just like any other poem, which is just a poem
it is just a voice in my head that i have heard
someone comes and speaks and i listen so
this poem is not actually my poem but the poem
of someone else's: theirs not mine, from a mind.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Can’t Sleep
I couldn’t sleep at Big Bear Lake,
I ate a cheese steak and a chocolate cake,
boy that was a big mistake.
I kept tossing and turning in bed all night,
until the sun came out and was really bright.
I knew the next I would be on stage in front
of a hundred or more,
I didn’t know what was in store.
Would my act be too kiddy for the comic bunch,
I usually performed in front of kids before lunch.
The act did get some laughs and photos were shot,
of me and Melodie on stage where it was hot.
Hot with lights shining down on us,
we both story told a tale without a fuss.
Now I wrote this poem which I thought would be short and sweet,
it was a fun and interesting time at Big Bear Lake
I just can’t have cheese steak and chocolate cake.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on November 25,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Sarah’s Special Birthday Reading
SARAH’S SPECIAL BIRTHDAY READING
Sun shining brightly in the sky,
Jim is watching with keen eye.
For he notices props
set up for audience to see,
used in “Sarah’s Special Birthday” reading.
Palm Beach photographer shows up soon,
taking photos at high noon.
Children wear costumes with wands in hand,
bringing magic to Krendoll land.
Melodie pops out of box,
she is happy with no socks.
Now Razel doesn’t show her face,
Happy story for children
she has no place.
Then UniCandle unicorn lights the cake,
making children anticipate.
for there is magic in the air,
will Sarah Star receive her present
with moon beam glare?
Happy ending does unfold,
Suzae the storyteller just had told,
A rhyming poem with characters
with special powers,
This all happened within an hour.
Books where signed on the spot,
along with photos that where shot,
to capture the happy memories,
of this day in Lake Worth city.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.6,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Lake Worth Library Reading
Sun shining brightly in the sky, Jim is watching with keen eye.
For he notices props set up for audience to see,
used in “Sarah’s Special Birthday” reading.
Palm Beach photographer shows up soon,
taking photos at high noon.
Children wear costumes with wands in hand,
bringing magic to Krendoll land.
Melodie pops out of box, she is happy with no socks.
Now Razel doesn’t show her face,
Happy story for children she has no place.
Then UniCandle unicorn lights the cake,
making children anticipate.
for there is magic in the air,
will Sarah Star receive her present with moon beam glare?
Happy ending does unfold, Suzae the storyteller just had told,
A rhyming poem with characters with special powers,
This all happened within an hour.
Books where signed on the spot, along with photos that where shot,
to capture the happy memories, of this day in Lake Worth city.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Photos Of Paul Anka
Standing near I photograph a man,
who’s small in stature,
but voice is grand.
Having to take many photos of,
a Singing Legend with Palm Beach ladies
who all just love;
Thee.
As the music plays on by the pool,
Donald's dances with Melania looking smooth & cool.
Then Mya says “Let me see what you took,
Wow! Those are great, I like that look! ”
Mya is discriminatory and wants the best,
she nods her head while saying
“Yes, all these photos pass my test,
they all do look very fabulous! ”
Written on Feb.4,2011 by Christina Sunrise
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Airport Inspection
On my flight out of West Palm, I was pulled over for something wrong,
I got scared I thought what is going on? They said it was something in Razel's clone.
I thought it was funny, inspectors looked so torn,
I sat there watching inspectors with gloves I took photos of them with Razel clone above.
They where looking for material that that was not pure, explosive and bad,
I laughed to myself trying to find material that is explosive and then my camera came out,
Taking photos before I took a picture from up above.
Up above Clone's face, airport inspectors kept touching for a trace,
A trace of suspicious material that' ends up being stuffing,
They looked like vultures picking at nothing.
Picture end up on myspace later that day,
with comments so funny I have to say,
This is the height of stupidity thus far,
when you are traveling by plane not a car.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 6,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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0127 A Poem About Gertrude Stein
a poem slept
the poem slept
nobody knew it slept
it did not know itself that it slept
it slept like a baby
and that was refreshing
it refreshed itself before it was born
as babies do
it did not then know itself that it slept
but when it woke up it knew that it had slept
while it slept this poem had a dream
it was a good dream
it did not know that it was a dream
it dreamed itself awake
but when it woke up it remembered
that it had had a dream
it remembered that it was a dream
when it was awake
when it woke up
it remembered itself
and dressed appropriately
and told itself to friends and strangers
it told itself the same way to friends and strangers
that was its duty because it was
it did not mind whether they were friends or strangers
because it was a poem
I know
I know this
I know this because
I know this because there is a because
I know this because the poem told me
I know this because the poem told me it had a name
A poem about Gertrude Stein
poem by Michael Shepherd
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A Not a Poem Poem
A Not a Poem Poem
I will not write a poem
For I am not a poet
I cannot makes things rhyme
I’ve tried for quite some time
So will I write a poem?
NO!
I can’t write poetry
I’ve tried to all my life
Once, I tried to write a poem
About a husband and his wife
It sounded really silly
So I crumbled it up into a ball
That’s why I decided
That I couldn’t write poetry at all
Am I gonna write a poem?
NO!
Well, I’ll try to write a poem
But it will be really bad
It will be absolutely lousy
It will be completely horrible
It won’t be up to snuff
People will say, “Who wrote this stuff? ”
Will my poem be good?
NO!
Can I write a poem?
NO!
Will I write a poem?
NO!
Well, what do you know! ? !
I wrote a poem!
And it’s a pretty good poem, too!
I guess I can write poetry if I try
The next time I’m asked to write a poem,
Will I say no?
NO!
I Wrote No Poem Today/ I Wrote No Poem Yesterday
I WROTE NO POEM TODAY/ I WROTE NO POEM YESTERDAY
I wrote no poem today-
I wrote no poem yesterday-
Will I write a poem tomorrow?
Perhaps all my lines are done-
And I must live out
The rest of my life
In silence-
God is Great
Am I a small small small voice still?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Never Thought Of This Poem
I never thought of this poem
It strolled into me, vividly
Forcing and obliging me
It urged me on despite resistance
I never thought of this poem
I never thought of this poem
It possessed and subdued me
It never left me alone, in peace
I could no longer resist its force
I never thought of this poem
I never thought of this poem
I gave in to it, to its wishes
I wrote it, I read it
It came out of me, liberating me
I never thought of this poem!
Huyton, Liverpool, UK
Wednesday,22nd April,2009
poem by Isaac Maliya
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Schmacher's Fashion Show At Breakers Hotel
Chuck Schumacher owns Schumacher Chevrolet
I photographed Chuck's family for Palm Beach Today.
Year was 2005 in the early spring
photos were taken at Breaker's Hotel with a lot of bling.
Photos for Schumacher's Fashion show
where of models dressed from head to toe.
Designer dresses and frilly hats
models dressed in colorful spring wear, shorts and pants.
Photos shot of models on center stage
models strutting down long runway.
My first photo shoot that I did participate
Shiny Sheet follows me make no mistake.
Schumacher grandparents and grandchildren
pose side by side
they are very gracious with happy smiles.
Photographs turn out really great
they are published the very next day.
Sensational first fashion photo shoot
glamorous fundraiser and very exciting to boot!
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 15,2012
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Nyc 2010
The year was 2010,
I was shooting a film about
Razel puppet and friends.
Shooting in NYC shots of Melodie,
and her secret robot who was sitting by a tree.
Now we did shoots photos in Time Square,
where people were walking everywhere.
Stopped in Toys R Us,
Razel kissed a lot of toys
without a fuss.
Melodie doll was photographed in the Macy store,
shot funny shots in products galore.
Now, hopefully all these photos see the light of day,
if anything they will be put on website melodiemezoree.
(August 10, 2011)
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Nyc 2010
The year was 2010,
I was shooting a film about
Razel puppet and friends.
Shooting in NYC shots of Melodie,
and her secret robot who was sitting by a tree.
Now we did shoots photos in Time Square,
where people were walking everywhere.
Stopped in Toys R Us,
Razel kissed a lot of toys
without a fuss.
Melodie doll was photographed in the Macy store,
shot funny shots in products galore.
Now, hopefully all these photos see the light of day,
if anything they will be put on website melodiemezoree.
(Suzae Chevalier/August 10, 2011)
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Allisa my Niece
Baby Allisa would grow up to be,
a mother of Mya who is now 3.
I will always have fond memories
of Allisa who is very outgoing and very sweet.
Allisa came with me as helper to my book readings.
She helped set up the props for my set,
She even was helpful and didn't fret.
When Allisa was ten, we celebrate at Famous Daves,
Allisa tells M.C. it's my birthday, to announce it on stage.
She was even a princess in my video shoot,
It was fun, it was a hoot!
I have Halloween photos of the party at the mansion on Lyndale,
when Allisa and her friends had fun to the upscale.
Yes, Allisa takes great photos and even video's too,
we shot a funny video at a middle school.
Yes, by then Allisa was taller than me,
yes, she had grown into a preteen.
I just saw Allisa and her daughter just last year,
I gave niece Mya a toy owl, she was in good cheer.
Thank you Allisa for all the fond memories.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 25,2011
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poem by Suzae Chevalier
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This Is My Poem
This is my poem of ______. (date)
This is my poem, written by myself.
This is my first poem never written.
This is my last poem now to be written.
This is the poem I would have written
if I had lived yesterday what I lived today.
This is my poem changing white light
into gold-leaf
and blue into violet.
This is my poem like a heaven twisting
and turning inside of me
all night long.
This is my poem of opening a window
to show what was always inside.
This is my poem encompassing everything
hope can bestow or chance agree with.
This is my poem of open-ended freedom.
This is my poem breathing life into motion.
This is my poem written as I wrote it
a living being.
And this is my poem ending;
but only for today..
poem by Patti Masterman
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The poem
I wrote a poem that didn't
ryhme,
i wrote a poem that didn't ryhme to the one I love,
i wrote a poem that didn't ryhme to the one I love
more than life,
i wrote a poem that didn't ryhme to the one I love more than life,
of which she did more than like,
the poem was short,
repeated myself alot,
but the one I loved more than life,
felt that love is like the poem I wrote,
full of joy and full of hurt,
the poem I wrote when I was full of hype,
coz the one I loved more than life is the one that now fills in my life all gaps,
the one that brings me up when am down,
a smile on my face from a frown,
music to my ears when we talk,
love in my heart when I'm near,
i wrote a poem that didn't ryhme for the one I love more than life.
poem by Kennedy Musyoka
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