Guy With No Last Name
There's a guy with his first name on his truck,
he lives on a street that rhymes with Buck,
get that word out of your mind, it's not ___.
He makes bids on jobs with concrete,
I hear it's messy and not very neat.
He has a dog whose name rhymes with Lake,
He's cute (the dog) make no mistake.
Now the last time I saw him he wagged his tail,
I had a treat for him, I forgot it, oh well.
I wonder if the dog is still alive,
I haven't seen him for a very long time.
Who knows, I hope he's fine.
That being said, I have no more words to rhyme.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 14,2011
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Guy With A Handsome Dog
There's a guy with his first
name on his truck-
he might work for a company
that rhymes with Muck-
get that word out of your
mind, it's not the word __________.
He makes bids on jobs with
Concrete-
messy not very neat.
He has a dog whose
name rhymes with Lake-
He's handsome (the dog)
make no mistake.
Now the last time I
saw him he wagged his tail-
I had a doggie treat for him,
I forgot it, oh well...
I wonder if the dog is still doing fine?
I haven't seen him for quite sometime.
Who knows?
I hope handsome dog is having a hot dog & some wine.
That being said-
doing I have anymore funny things to rhyme?
Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 14,2011
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Ghosts By Moon Lake
There's a lake off of Moon Lake Road,
where stories are woven and retold.
about longtime gangster Al Capone.
Now I stayed in a house
right across the street,
and believe me I did not see,
but I heard a ghost talk to me.
See now legend has it,
that Al put people in this lake,
Now ghosts are around make no mistake.
I was in this house with Uncle Lenny,
he wasn't scared for he couldn't
hear a dropp of a penny.
He told me the ghosts leave him alone,
for they know he's handicapped
unlike his nephew Tone.
Yes, Tony said he heard them too,
I don't know if he's lying
or what he says is true.
All I know I don't want to go back,
you can laugh at me and call me a quack.
I'ld rather see a ghost
then have one move my stuff,
that is scary and this I can't rebuff,
It's not like eating at Denny's
and having a lunch,
I believe in ghosts with an
absolute hunch.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on Feb.21,2011
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The Rhyming Flu
It’s 1: 15 A.M.
I’m sitting here in bed;
I want to go to sleep,
But rhymes are in my head.
I just came upstairs;
I was just on the com,
Working out a poem;
For Ainaa to recite in the morn.
The problem with rhyme and I;
Is that it starts and never stops,
Remember it’s one o’clock;
But rhymes still pulse my thoughts.
So I’m writing this very rhyme;
Hoping my rhyme runs out,
But such a hope’s impossible;
When my rhymes are as abundant as trout.
I know what you all are thinking:
“This rhyme is simply a gimmick;
This boy’s not really sleepy,
He’s wide awake with this limerick.”
“This story of sleep is really;
Just some tricky plot,
To make you think he flows out rhyme;
Like water from a cracked pot.”
But, nay, it is true;
I’ve got the rhyming flu,
I’m hoping that by writing this rhyme;
All my rhymes shall be through.
Aha, I know the cure;
The medicine’s no longer obscure!
To end this awful rhyme;
I need a word that does NOT rhyme!
I’ve heard of the word before;
It’s like English’s Achilles heel,
No matter how hard you rhyme;
Its un-rhyming-ness is an iron veil.
Touché now rhyming flu;
This word I give to you!
Try rhyming the word ‘month’
…Ha-ha, you can’t now, can you! ?
The rhyming flu has left me…
I can feel it leaving my mind…
Ahhh… I am so relieved…
The clock says it’s now sleepy time...
…zZzZZZ
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Guy With A Gold Dog
Italian guy with no last name lives on a street,
it doesn't connect to make it discreet.
The street's last letter ends with an r,
he has a motorcycle and an old antique car.
He rides in a white Chevy truck,
his street names has a word that
rhymes with the four letter word _______.
He has light blue eyes,
they are as light as the skies.
He works with his hands filling up pans
or making things break like a knife to a cake.
Once rode on his bike while my
sunglasses went for a hike,
on to exit, but not on the turnpike.
I petted his dog whose hair is gold,
heard a funny story about his dog
Guy once had told.
Maybe one day he will laugh at this poem.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Suzy Rhymes
All of Suzy’s dolls lined up in a row,
dressed in ruffles with flowers and bows.
Wishing dolls sweet dreams filled with delight,
Suzy goes to bed thinking funny rhymes.
Writing as fast as she can before she forgets
doesn’t want to wake her sister sleeping in her bed.
Goes to the laundry room where the
wash machine runs,
making swishing sounds.
all her rhymes come at once.
Suzy writes in the dark real fast,
knowing her words might have no other chance.
At school the next day,
teacher compliments Suzy’s poetry forte,
Suzy is proud and she lets out a smile,
Knowing her poetry writing was worth all the while.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on April 7,2011
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No Birthdays In Heaven
No birthdays in heaven
we do not age,
I hear we stay
around 20-30
said a sage.
Now, what
will Melodie
and UniCandle
unicorn do?
I think they
will have to
“Sing the Blues”.
Now Razel will
have her way
she is happy
and thinks
she’s all
the rage.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 31,2011
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A Dog Named Martini
Martini the little shitsu was cute as can be,
Wagging his tail so carefree.
by the ocean with good friend Suzy.
Now he was very aware,
for when he got scared,
he hid under Mya's desk
and there he would rest,
his head on Mya's small feet,
then he'ld look up for a treat.
"Now why did you name him Martini? "
I asked Mya quizzically one day.
Then Mya turned her head to say,
"Well, this is the story Sue Chevalier,
"Martini was named after the club
where people like to dance,
I met my husband Ron
there by circumstance."
Now all 3 of them live together by the sea,
these are my sweet memories of
the Shitsu dog named Martini.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on Feb.7,2011
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2 Words
I said 2 words in your audio cage,
you looked at me like I was a sage.
I'm well aware of all the signs,
I see similarities all the time.
Signs were in the movie that we both viewed,
it had in it my birth state that was the 1st clue.
then the same vehicles we both drive,
that helped me put it together and finally realize.
Then there was the other one who was like you,
you both were the same age,
like your girlfriends too.
But it does not end all here,
my vengeful psychic lied
to me later that year.
Vengeful psychic wanted me,
to move to the place by the sea,
this was all about the year 2003.
Then she said something was up in 2008,
she told me to go to California before it was too late,
she denied that there was another one in this state.
We both know she said 'he is by the sea',
she tried to prevent the meeting of the 'man for me'.
trying to make me believe a false delusional reality,
so much for the my mislead memories,
I can write all about them now in my diaries.
Knowing that one word begins with an 's'
second word has a 2 letters from the word
'mess'
I don't know if you can guess,
they say this person is the best.
Written on 1/26/2011 by Suzae Chevalier
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California Fate
Traveling far and traveling fast,
going to California at last.
Surprises await, so I must not hesitate,
I've seen the Golden bridge with the gate.
and also Big Bear Lake,
But this time I will seal my fate,
making Razel very Great,
but of course Melodie will have her say,
she will win the prize at the end of the day.
Written by Suzae Chevalier Jan.14th 2011
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Bob Brockodilli from Philly
Bob Brockodilli who is
from Philly
stays at Willie's.
Willie's dog Javeria
is from Chile,
she's fat and very silly.
The first time today Bob
came and stayed,
he played with Daisy dog too.
She begged for his food,
with her eyes so blue.
Then we crossed the street
to listen to the beat
of a Philly band,
recorded at the Tin Angel,
which I understand
is the place to be seen,
so I bought their CD.
They play reggae, blues
and acoustic rock,
was there till 10 o'clock.
It was a fun time,
I enjoyed it a lot.
Thanks Willie and Bob
Brockodilli,
It was a fun time
seeing band from Philly.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 21,2011
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Line By Line
Writing line by line
Can i capture the truth in rhyme
You tell me okay its fine
Whats fine my writings or the rhymes
Have you read enough this time
Rhyme line rhyme
Am i wasting my time
Do i even comprehend
The thoughts the static static
Inside my head
I send a piece to a friend
Or are they scared to offend
I need to know if its rubbish
Putting it out there to be published
Rhyme line verse
Do you speak the truth or were you coerced
So im taking you at your word
You have listened you heard
Line by line
Rhyme by rhyme
Can i be convicted of poetry crimes
For writing dribble
About nothing as long as it rhymes
Well thank you my friend
Here is another i am about to send
Read it and read it again
Maybe you can send on to a friend
Okay time to go
I have more pieces of dribble you know
Little Loui Gets Away
LITTLE LOUI GETS AWAY
Little Loui in a car riding South,
head out the window, tongue hanging out.
Little did Loui know, Cop was at a stop and go.
Talking through the window the cop did say,
“Little Loui I will let you this time get away,
get away with a ticket this second time,
but next time you will have to pay a double fine.”
Now Little Loui’s owner named Betty did quite hear,
she knew Police Officer was talking very sincere.
Now Little Loui drives in a car seat,
he will be safe now when Cops are on the beat.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on November 25,2011
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Guy Has The Best
Guy with no last name is the best,
He is a way, way above the rest.
For they are not in his stratosphere,
He has cute eyes, and a cute rear.
I have the experience I'm totally sincere.
I imagined me flying in to see him,
on one of my many trips,
pay him to be a masseuse
and massage my hips.
Hey, you have to have an entourage
Guy with no last name has a great sausage.
Italian sausage that is,
That was the favorite dinner in my house as a kid.
My cousins where Italians so we picked it up from them.
I digress, yes, Guy is the best, I do confess.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 16,2011
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Razel's Song to planet Earth
Yes, my PreciOUS Planet Earth...
You have alot on Your PLATE
I know those Humans have to
STOP POLLUTING before it's TOO LATE...
Anyways, the Sun has been Quite kind,
And I know It's not your TIME,
Yes, I won't FREEZE YOU and YOUR SUN,
I hope You Don't Mind
I want to Be a Very HAPPY ValenTINE...
And Believ ME I WOn't WINE...
I'll try To SHINE...
In MY NEXT BOOK
Where EveryBODY Gets aLONG JUST FINE...
Copyright 2010 Suzae Chevalier
Written on October 15,2010 in NYC Starbucks LIVE
Copyright 2010 Chevalier Originals, Inc
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Steve Jobs Remembered
Something about SteveJobs people don't know now
his parents met in Wisc. with the cows.
Steve dad's is Arabic so marriage was a no, no.
didn't stop them from having a kid in San Francisco.
He invented the personal computer, the iPod, iPad, and the iPhone,
he left a legacy with inventions still unknown.
Steve Jobs is compared to Albert Einstein,
Steve was the genius of our time.
He never finished college with a degree,
he has done a lot to help the human race succeed.
Steve Jobs we will all miss you,
"Please Rest In Peace."
Written by Suzae Chevalier on October 7,2011
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Dream State
I know my long hair caught your eye-
as you where driving by.
Luckily that was the hook
besides my sparkling eyes and sexy look.
You point to numbers on your truck
your numbers stands for 'angels' not for luck.
Now there many times I would see your face
on other roads of time and space.
Yes, in the surreal dream state
I'ld see you in the past a different date.
So this is the first poem, not the last-
the scenery changes-
time speeds up fast.
For an ice spell could ruin your chance-
get in the way of your sacred dance.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 31,2012
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Lost Poems
When I was a child about the age of 5,
I wrote a ton of poems late at night,
I gave them to my school teacher
who thought they were great,
but I never did see them again to this date.
My mom tells me I became despairingly mad,
then I became really sad,
which then made me cry and cry,
so to make up for lost time,
and also before I lose my mind,
I write Purple Poems that really do rhyme.
That my friend is what you will find,
when reading Purple Poems from Christina Sunrise.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.6,2011
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Mya's Martini
Martini the little shitsu was cute as can be,
Wagging his tail so carefree.
by the ocean with good friend Suzy.
Now he was very aware,
for when he got scared,
he hid under Mya’s desk
and there he would rest,
his head on Mya’s small feet,
then he’ld look up for a treat.
“Now why did you name him Martini? ”
I asked Mya quizzically one day.
Then Mya turned her head to say,
“Well, this is the story Sue Chevalier,
“Martini was named after the club
where people like to dance,
I met my husband Ron
there by circumstance.”
Now all 3 of them live together by the sea,
these are my sweet memories of
the Shitsu dog named Martini.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.7,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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All People’s Day
On March the 27th,
All People of Diversity
will be present.
Present that is at Pompey Park,
Children will play,
Dogs will bark.
There will be much happiness
and glee.
People joining hands all
as one,
Sharing their cultures
having all kinds of fun.
So mark your calendars
for this day, it will be over
as fast at it came
Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 15,2011
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Chuck Negron Of Three Dog Night
Chuck Negron who I did meet
is really sincere and really sweet.
Chuck wrote "Three Dog Nightmare".
almost like one of Razel's "Frightmares"
It's about his drug addiction
& his word of hope
for anyone addicted to or strung out on dope.
I told him I wrote'Poems of
Inspiration and Recovery'
People who read them
can feel better with discovery.
My poems have words in them
like the word "pray".
These poems along with his book
where on display
in Hazelden Ctr. that very same day.
Chuck did sign my book to alias Suzae
Now buy it on Amazon or at
your local bookstore
it's worth every penny
and then some more.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on April 2nd 2011
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