Jewels By Marcelo
"Jewels By Marcelo" is
an antique & jewelry store on Lake Ave.
Marcelo carries antiques
like a silver knight with metal abs.
He has a print of Marilyn Monroe-
I have a smaller print in a postcard though.
I sold my ring to Marcelo for he gives the best price around
I had enough money to turn my cell phone back on.
He also gave me a big book called "Bicentennial Times"
During the 1976 Bicentennial I was at the age of nine.
I just bought a sparkly bracelet from Marcelo today-
it was gold, silver, pink and grey.
Now, I also worked for his partner Carol-
who had a flower shop which was in Marcelo's space-
Carol now works out of her house and slowed down her pace.
Marcelo has 2 sweet children and a lovely wife-
I wish them the best with a prosperous life.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 25,2011
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Jewels By Marcelo
'Jewels By Marcelo' is
an antique & jewelry store on Lake Ave.
Marcelo carries antiques
like a silver knight with metal abs.
He has a print of Marilyn Monroe-
I have a smaller print in a postcard though.
I sold my ring to Marcelo for he gives the best price around
I had enough money to turn my cell phone back on.
He also gave me a big book called 'Bicentennial Times'
During the 1976 Bicentennial I was at the age of nine.
I just bought a sparkly bracelet from Marcelo today-
it was gold, silver, pink and grey.
Now, I also worked for his partner Carol-
who had a flower shop which was in Marcelo's space-
Carol now works out of her house and slowed down her pace.
Marcelo has 2 sweet children and a lovely wife-
I wish them the best with a prosperous life.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 25,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Marcello Jewels
Marcella Jewels is an antique and jewelry
store on Lake Ave.
He has interesting items like a silver knight with metal abs.
He has a print of Marilyn Monroe,
I would like to have it,
I have a smaller print in a postcard though.
Now I sold my ring to Marcello for he gives the best price around,
I had enough money to my cell phone back on.
He also gave me a big book called,
Bicential Times
I remember the Bicentennial
It was in the year I was one year pass the age of nine.
Now, I also worked for Carol
who had a flower shop which was next to his slace,
She now works out of her house,
and slowed down her pace.
Marcello has 2 sweet children and a wife,
I wish them the best and they have a prosperous life.
(By Suzae Chevalier on August 25, 2011)
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The Three Of Them Last Night...
nice watching
it is marcelo and his friend
and they both work
for the pay
gina watches them
last night and she writes a poem
about it
last night...she begins... last night...
she met
love and makes it leave
marcelo and his friend walk away
because gina loves the poem more
marcelo is no writer
to understand what is this poem all about
gina the fading night and marcelo is the
morning and the friend
is a tree carved in the
room of their memories.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Rick Frishman The Publicity Guru
Bestselling author and speaker is Rick Frishman,
he is an expert on teaching publicity first hand.
He has a great website for writers to boot,
www.rickfrishman.com and he shows writers how to toot.
Toot your own horn to get on radio or t.v.,
he promoted author Barbara De Angelis for all the world to see,
See how helpful her self-help books can really be.
Rick also does a seminar that helps authors go into print,
leading them away from "print on demand" to NYC giants.
Now I went to Las Vegas and met Rick Frishman there,
He is very personable and really does care.
I have couple of his books, "Show me about Book Publishing"
I bought this book last year,
"Author 101 Bestselling Book Publicity", which makes publicity very clear.
Very good resource books that I keep very near
Rick gives a lot of information in all his books I read,
I will reread all of them and take heed.
I now make my "silver bullet" or elevator speech,
to give my books a "hook" and make them succeed.
Thank you Rick Frishman for sharing your knowledge
with all new writers and me.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 23,2011
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Retired Shopman
He had the grocer's counter-stoop,
That little man so grey and neat;
His moustache had a doleful droop,
He hailed me in the slushy street.
"I've sold my shop," he said to me,
Cupping his hand behind his ear.
"My deafness got so bad, you see,
Folks had to shout to make me hear."
He sighed and sadly shook his head;
The hand he gave was chill as ice.
"I sold out far too soon," he said;
"To-day I'd get ten times the price.
But then how was a man to know,
(The War, the rising cost of life.)
We have to pinch to make things go:
It's tough - I'm sorry for the wife.
"She looks sometimes at me with tears.
'You worked so hard,' I hear her say.
'You had your shop for forty years,
And you were honest as the day.'
Ah yes, I loved my shop, it's true;
My customers I tried to please;
But when one's deaf and sixty-two
What can one do in times like these?
"My savings, that I fondly thought
Would keep me snug when we were old,
Are melting fast - what once I bought
For silver, now is sought with gold.
The cost of life goes up each day;
I wonder what will be the end?"
He sighed, I saw him drift away
And thought: Alas for you, my friend!
and every day I see him stop
And look and look with wistful eye
At what was once his little shop,
Whose goods he can no longer buy.
Then homeward wearily he goes
To where his wife bed-ridden lies,
A driblet dangling from his nose. . . .
But Oh the panic in his eyes!
poem by Robert William Service
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Drug Dealer & 2 Tikes
Going up my alley on my bike,
passing by a car with 2 little tikes.
Walking up to my metal gate,
Drugdealer does not hesitate.
For he is playing the part of a thug,
asking next if I want to buy some drugs.
Like oxycotten, percocet or crack,
I say "I'm clean and no thanks"
then I turn to him and I do ask,
"Hey, do you want to buy some coloring books? "
He replies, "no" and I take one more look.
His ear is half cut off and it's such a scary sight,
I say goodbye and I lock up my bike.
I bet a drug dealer has never been asked
that question before,
I realized I should of just gave them for free,
to the 2 tikes who need so much more.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb 10,2011
Written by Suzae Chevalier Sunday, March 20,2011
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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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Rain In Indiana
No rain in Indiana is what I heard
I thought "Wow, it's raining everywhere else,
sounds absurd."
Then my friend asked—
"Can you make it rain"
I replied—
"O.K. I will do it tomorrow, not today"
Then in morning around 6 eastern time
I did my shaman thing which is totally from my mind.
Then I get a call around 3—
hey, it rained here today—
not in forcast "was it you Suzy? "
I said, yes—
I would of never guessed—
maybe I do have magical power—but we all do—
we can control the elements if we believe it is true.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on June 27,2012
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Sonnet V: Nothing But No
Nothing but "No," and "Aye," and "Aye," and "No"?
How falls it out so strangely you reply?
I tell ye, Fair, I'll not be answer'd so,
With this affirming "No," denying "Aye."
I say, "I love," you slightly answer "Aye";
I say, "You love," you pule me out a "No";
I say, "I die," you echo me an "Aye";
"Save me," I cry, you sigh me out a "No";
Must woe and I have nought but "No" and "Aye"?
No I am I, if I no more can have;
Answer no more, with silence make reply,
And let me take myself what I do crave.
Let "No" and "Aye" with I and you be so;
Then answer "No," and "Aye," and "Aye" and "No."
poem by Michael Drayton
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Curious George
Meeting George for the very first time,
at the play entitled "Zombies Come To Life".
He was sitting in the aisle,
I told him to sit by me and then I smiled.
George believed in me and my art,
he told my parents from the start.
He knew I was talented and smart.
He was like a Dad I never had,
"George helped me which I'm glad."
I am appreciative more then you know,
he got me to Florida and a trip to Mexico.
Now George told me some time ago,
"Finish your book series
and then you will make
your rainbow of gold."
Written By Suzae Chevalier on January 5,2012
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Sue In The Stew
In my "Stew" my "Stew of Goo" I will have control over you.
Yes, I will control you with my evil spell,
I will control this doll with named Mel.
I will say things that are not NICE,
you see I took your Power and I control the Dice!
Everything is "neat" in this "Game of Deceit"
This Game where I control everything.
Yes, I took your power that you willfully gave to me,
that was Deal, don't you see? ? ?
Don't tell me you want your Power intact,
You chose me as your mother! !
So I can talk behind your back! !
Now, now, you say "Why would I do that? "
You had to find yourself and get back on track...
See how would you ever know who you really are.
"Why, you think you came into this world complete like Sarah Star? ? ? "
You needed my "Evil" ways to make you strong,
you can thank ME when I am long gone...
Now, now you realize it wasn't about ME,
why it was all about YOU,
Yes you finding You—"YOU in the Stew"
Written By Suzae Chevalier in 2006 & 2010
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Gene & Richie's Guitar Pics
Back when I was dating Rich
he gave me one of Kiss's guitar pics.
Gene Simons handed it to him-
-in the 1978 recording session.
"I Was Made For Loving You Baby"
the song they were recording at the time
Gene was playing the bass and singing just fine.
Now if I google the price of this guitar pic
It would be the price of ten times 9
-but I'm not selling mine.
I will play my pink guitar with it someday
By the way let me segue-
into the next poem on this page.
which is:
Richie Sambora's Guitar Pic
Pic is signed especially by him.
The guitar was made for-
"Stranger in this Town"
by Richie Sambora who is a Cowboy not a clown.
I got it from Rich who hung around
Richie in one of New Jersey's towns.
Anyways, buy Richie's CD on amzon.com
Buy.com or CD Baby so you can play it all night long-
-and also do remember this song—
"Runaway" which is my teenage favorite-
this is the song that made Bon Jovi become famous.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 30,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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You're right—
234
You're right—"the way is narrow"—
And "difficult the Gate"—
And "few there be"—Correct again—
That "enter in—thereat"—
'Tis Costly—So are purples!
'Tis just the price of Breath—
With but the "Discount" of the Grave—
Termed by the Brokers—"Death"!
And after that—there's Heaven—
The Good Man's—"Dividend"—
And Bad Men—"go to Jail"—
I guess—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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The Gardener XXVI: What Comes From Your Willing Hands
"What comes from your willing
hands I take. I beg for nothing
more."
"Yes, yes, I know you, modest
mendicant, you ask for all that one
has."
"If there be a stray flower for me
I will wear it in my heart."
"But if there be thorns?"
"I will endure them."
"Yes, yes, I know you, modest
mendicant, you ask for all that one
has."
"If but once you should raise your
loving eyes to my face it would make
my life sweet beyond death."
"But if there be only cruel
glances?"
"I will keep them piercing my
heart."
"Yes, yes, I know you, modest
mendicant, you ask for all that one
has."
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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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
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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The ABC
'Twas midnight in the schoolroom
And every desk was shut
When suddenly from the alphabet
Was heard a loud "Tut-Tut!"
Said A to B, "I don't like C;
His manners are a lack.
For all I ever see of C
Is a semi-circular back!"
"I disagree," said D to B,
"I've never found C so.
From where I stand he seems to be
An uncompleted O."
C was vexed, "I'm much perplexed,
You criticise my shape.
I'm made like that, to help spell Cat
And Cow and Cool and Cape."
"He's right" said E; said F, "Whoopee!"
Said G, "'Ip, 'Ip, 'ooray!"
"You're dropping me," roared H to G.
"Don't do it please I pray."
"Out of my way," LL said to K.
"I'll make poor I look ILL."
To stop this stunt J stood in front,
And presto! ILL was JILL.
"U know," said V, "that W
Is twice the age of me.
For as a Roman V is five
I'm half as young as he."
X and Y yawned sleepily,
"Look at the time!" they said.
"Let's all get off to beddy byes."
They did, then "Z-z-z."
poem by Spike Milligan
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The New Knighthood
Who gives him the Bath?
"I," said the wet,
Rank-Jungle-sweat,
"I'll give him the Bath!"
Who'll sing the psalms?
"We," said the Palms.
"Ere the hot wind becalms,
"We'll sing the psalms."
Who lays on the sword ?
"I," said the Sun,
Before he has done,
"I'll lay on the sword."
"Who fastens his belt?
"I," said Short-Rations,
" I know all the fashions
"Of tightening a belt!"
Who gives him his spur?
"I," said his Chief,
Exacting and brief,
"I'll give him the spur."
Who'll shake his hand?
"I," said the Fever,
"And I'm no deceiver,
"I'll shake his hand."
Who brings him the wine?
"I," said Quinine,
"It's a habit of mine.
"I'11 come with his wine."
Who'll put him to proof?
"I," said All Earth.
"Whatever he's worth,
"I'll put to the proof."
Who'll choose him for Knight?
"I," said his Mother,
"Before any other,
"My very own Knight."
And after this fashion, adventure to seek,
Sir Galahad was made--as it might be last week!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Us Two
Wherever I am, there's always Pooh,
There's always Pooh and Me.
Whatever I do, he wants to do,
"Where are you going today?" says Pooh:
"Well, that's very odd 'cos I was too.
Let's go together," says Pooh, says he.
"Let's go together," says Pooh.
"What's twice eleven?" I said to Pooh.
("Twice what?" said Pooh to Me.)
"I think it ought to be twenty-two."
"Just what I think myself," said Pooh.
"It wasn't an easy sum to do,
But that's what it is," said Pooh, said he.
"That's what it is," said Pooh.
"Let's look for dragons," I said to Pooh.
"Yes, let's," said Pooh to Me.
We crossed the river and found a few-
"Yes, those are dragons all right," said Pooh.
"As soon as I saw their beaks I knew.
That's what they are," said Pooh, said he.
"That's what they are," said Pooh.
"Let's frighten the dragons," I said to Pooh.
"That's right," said Pooh to Me.
"I'm not afraid," I said to Pooh,
And I held his paw and I shouted "Shoo!
Silly old dragons!"- and off they flew.
"I wasn't afraid," said Pooh, said he,
"I'm never afraid with you."
So wherever I am, there's always Pooh,
There's always Pooh and Me.
"What would I do?" I said to Pooh,
"If it wasn't for you," and Pooh said: "True,
It isn't much fun for One, but Two,
Can stick together, says Pooh, says he. "That's how it is," says Pooh.
poem by Alan Alexander Milne
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Another Italian
There is a Writer I have to admit,
who has a beard upon his chin.
Now this what I told him,
"You used to look like an Italian,
but now you look like your from
the middle east,
why did you write a poem
with the word beast? "
"Now I hear we were lovers
in a past life,
your in my poem
with the word knife."
"Now you know
what karma is about,
This time I will have the last word out.
Written on Feb.6,20011 by Suzae Chevalier
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Duluth 1996
It was the summer of 1996,
I drove to Duluth with fellow Czechoslovakian.
We stayed at hotel and I drank red wine,
danced on the table, I had a fun time.
Drove around downtown,
College nightclub is what we found.
I wore some scarves, which wrapped around, around my waist,
It looked fashionable and in good taste.
Everyone on dance floor watched my scarves
they saw how it began wrapping around my arms.
College girls started dancing like me,
I was surrounded by ton of girls in a sorority,
"I Wish I had Jessie's Girl" was the song I danced to,
College kids watched me with all my moves.
When I left they all said "She's leaving! "
my friend told me and I'm not kidding.
Now Duluth is beautiful in the summer and the fall,
The "bird watcher" visit and photograph it all.
Lake Superior also has ships large and great,
Lake Superior keeps Duluth warm in winter
and cool in summer never higher than 88.
I will go back someday, before I'm old and grey.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 24,2011
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