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Laddy The Protector

Bark, bark is what you would hear,
from Laddy the Sheltie who would bark off your ear.
He was the protector who wasn’t afraid,
he would make sure mother Jean was o.k.
He rescued her in the her swimming pool,
she fell in and he pulled on her robe so very smooth.
Photos of Laddy and Shieka my Pom-Shelty pup,
They both sat on chairs, sitting straight up.
They both played and played all day,
Shieka made Laddy happy when Jean passed away.
Now Laddy is with mother Jean,
I hope they are happy once again.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 20,2011
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Laddy The Protector

Bark, bark is what you would hear,
from Laddy the Sheltie who would bark off your ear.
He was the protector who wasn't afraid,
he would make sure mother Jean was o.k.
He rescued her in the her swimming pool,
she fell in and he pulled on her robe so very smooth.
Photos of Laddy and Shieka my Pom-Shelty pup,
They both sat on chairs, sitting straight up.
They both played and played all day,
Shieka made Laddy happy when Jean passed away.
Now Laddy is with mother Jean,
I hope they are happy once again.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 20,2011
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Bradley The Kind Heart

Bradley The Kind Heart

I remember the day,
I was sending off "Unfreezing Prince Emeray".
I was at Kinkos and approached Bradley with my book,
I asked him for his opinion after he had a look.
Funny Bradley has one of my character's names,
I met his mother Jean and my life was never the same.
I helped Bradley's mother at the end of her time here,
She was a great storyteller, artist, inventor and very sincere.
Jean said she loved Bradley and me and then she passed on,
I bought Shieka pup for Laddy so he would'nt be withdrawn.
Now Bradley helped me out with Shieka and my Acura car,
I drove Black Cherry for miles very far.
He was there when I bought Black Pearl,
she is my new ride that was a miracle.
Bradley I have Sam the dog from the carnival,
She helped Shieka and Shiekee bond real well.
Bradley was there when "Unfreezing Prince Emeray"
was mailed back in soft cover.
Since then I've put Jean in my Butterfly books
as the Butterfly Queen Fairy Godmother.
Thank you Bradley, for you have a kind heart,
your generosity helped me get a new start

Written by Suzae Chevalier on October 11,2011

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Bradley The Kind Heart

I remember the day,
I was sending off “Unfreezing Prince Emeray”.
I was at Kinkos and approached Bradley with my book,
I asked him for his opinion after he had a look.
Funny Bradley has one of my character’s names,
I met his mother Jean and my life was never the same.
I helped Bradley’s mother at the end of her time here,
She was a great storyteller, artist, inventor and very sincere.
Jean said she loved Bradley and me and then she passed on,
I bought Shieka pup for Laddy so he would'nt be withdrawn.
Now Bradley helped me out with Shieka and my Acura car,
I drove Black Cherry for miles very far.
He was there when I bought Black Pearl,
she is my new ride that was a miracle.
Bradley I have Sam the dog from the carnival,
She helped Shieka and Shiekee bond real well.
Bradley was there when “Unfreezing Prince Emeray”
was mailed back in soft cover.
Since then I’ve put Jean in my Butterfly books
as the Butterfly Queen Fairy Godmother.
Thank you Bradley, for you have a kind heart,
your generosity helped me get a new start.

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Shieka My Pup

Shieka was my second pup who was a lot of fun.
He looked like a miniature Ta-Shieka.
who was half German Shepherd and Chow,
Shieka was born in the state with a lot of cows.
Yes, he was born in Wisconsin.
He was half Pomeranian.
His mother’s name was named Sweet Carolyne,
she had Pomeranian, in her blood line.
His father’s name was Dream Boat for Shieka
was born on the St. Croix river,
I got Shieka him out of Wisconsin so he wouldn’t shiver.
His dad was of the Sheltie breed,
Shieka was very independent and did is own thing.
He would pick up a bone, walk,
then put it down then lift his leg do his thing,
He was shipped to Minnesota and there he lived.
I bought Shieka at a pet store and took him to the sunshine state,
He was well behaved on the plane, he was really great.
He stayed with me, until one sad day,
someone came and took him away.
He was out chasing cats in the front lawn,
I didn’t believe it, I thought how could he be gone?
I know wherever he is, he is running around a little tree.
He is having fun, amusing everyone.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 25,2011

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Little Loui's Bark

In Cincinnati in the winter freezing cold,
Betty and her son would be brave and very bold.
They would venture out and find a little guy,
The smallest Yorkie puppy with love in his eyes.
Yes, a little Yorkie that was small but not afraid,
Betty named him Loui after a song her son played.
Yes, Loui is a sweet pup, but also has a bark,
he protects Betty as they walk in the dark.
He is very protective and watches with his keen eyes,
He's not afraid of nobody while watching Betty's side.
Especially at City Place where people are about,
He is quick to bark while checking them out.
Loui the little Yorkie needs to know,
if stranger passing by are a friend or a foe.
So remember Loui who's bark
is smaller than his bite,
He will protect Betty day or night.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 17,2011
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Ted Nugent

with long hair and narrow face

he jumps around all over the place.

Jumping high, jumping low

he swings from a twisted swinging rope.

Wild rock songs he does play

in Iowa Jam surrounded by hay.

Years later I would inherit a ring

from precious mother Jean that is more than bling.

Ted Nugent is Jean's cousin too-

ring reminds me of them, it's the color of blue.

A print of Ted Nugent is in the Marathon Music Center's shop

I might buy it, for Ted Nugent looks really hot

I'll wear an outfit like his and dance till I drop.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 14,2011
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Little Loui’s Bark

In Cincinnati in the winter freezing cold,
Betty and her son would be brave and very bold.
They would venture out and find a little guy,
The smallest Yorkie puppy with love in his eyes.
Yes, a little Yorkie that was small but not afraid,
Betty named him Loui after a song her son played.
Yes, Loui is a sweet pup, but also has a bark,
he protects Betty as they walk in the dark.
He is very protective and watches with his keen eyes,
He’s not afraid of nobody while watching Betty’s side.
Especially at City Place where people are about,
He is quick to bark while checking them out.
Loui the little Yorkie needs to know,
if stranger passing by are a friend or a foe.
So remember Loui who’s bark
is smaller than his bite,
He will protect Betty day or night.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 17,2011
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My Shieka Pup

Shieka was my second pup who was a lot of fun.
He looked like a miniature Ta-Shieka.
who was half German Shepherd and Chow,
Shieka was born in the state with a lot of cows.
Yes, he was born in Wisconsin.
He was half Pomeranian.
His mother’s name was named Sweet Carolyne,
she had Pomeranian, in her blood line.
His father’s name was Dream Boat for Shieka
was born on the St. Croix river,
I got Shieka him out of Wisconsin so he wouldn’t shiver.
His dad was of the Sheltie breed,
Shieka was very independent and did is own thing.
He would pick up a bone, walk,
then put it down then lift his leg do his thing,
He was shipped to Minnesota and there he lived.
I bought Shieka at a pet store and took him to the sunshine state,
He was well behaved on the plane, he was really great.
He stayed with me, until one sad day,
someone came and took him away.
He was out chasing cats in the front lawn,
I didn’t believe it, I thought how could he be gone?
I know wherever he is, he is running around a little tree.
He is having fun, amusing everyone.

poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Mother Jean’s Message

It’s an hour before midnight,

and I hear a yelling sound,

It’s street girl shouting out loud.

“Open up I have some news!

You must hear me you have

no time to lose! ”

Opening the door,

I see urgency in her eyes.

telling me she had

a dream that took her by surprise.

Jean my adopted mother spoke to her

last night & put her into a terrible fright.

At first street girl was leery,

because she was wearing

Jean’s small golden earrings.

In the dream Jean said “That was o.k.

don’t worry I’m here to say,

tell my daughter to move far away.

It is going to get worse and I she won’t be safe,

Make no mistake, tell her soon, Ok? '

Now, I really believed street girl,

for she never knew,

Jean was my adopted mother

and I was her daughter so true.

This confirmed the unseen

That my precious mother Jean,

was watching over me.

Written Feb.2,2011 by Christina Sunrise

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Miss Melodie Go To Bed

“Now little Miss Melodie go to bed”
Mikey said as he shook his head.
Little Miss Melodie the small doll,
was laying straight up
on a stiletto shoe one inch tall.
He was babysitting her while
Sue was gone,
he worked in Sue’s office all night long.
On Sue’s website named Suzae,
this is one of her Sue’s alias’s
one of her unique names.
Mikey did add on to Sue’s website,
‘Hot Comic’s of Comedy’
and ‘Vacations of 2005”.
Now Melodie has her very own site,
it will all come under one domain
when Sue get’s it right.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 25,2011
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Angel my Niece

Baptized in church in Minneapolis,
it was a special day I would not miss.
I have a photo of you and me,
we both were smiling happily.
Then when your first Christmas came,
I got to see you once again.
First Christmas for baby Angel my niece,
It was happy and filled with peace.
Then of course I would only see you sparingly.
I have pictures of your volleyball game,
you are a teenager now you don't look the same.
I also have photos of you and with Allisa at your grandma's,
You are very happy just because.
Because you are a sweet and caring girl,
You are precious to the world.
I'm glad I saw you graduate,
It was a glorious and memorable day.
Happy Birthday I also wanted to say,
I hope you received your card I sent your way.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 28,2011
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Funny Conversations

Sitting in Barnes and Noble I overhear,
“That’s nothing my dear,
My mother, father and sister died in the same year.
and I never really tell anyone this,
so don’t look like such a mess.”
Now, this sounds like a tragedy,
I laughed to myself is more like a comedy.
It was like an over exaggeration,
why would a lady say it so loud,
for this kind of situation.
Sitting in McDonalds I over hear an idiom,
“He doesn’t have a pot to piss in,
or a window to throw it out of”
I laughed to myself for I never heard the last phrase,
It was so funny it made my day.
Now you can hear funny conversations everywhere,
if you care to listen and be aware…
of the funny things that people do say,
their conversations might brighten your day.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 21,2011
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Mother Jean’s Message

It’s an hour before midnight,
and I hear a yelling sound,
It’s street girl shouting out loud.
“Open up I have some news!
You must hear me you have
no time to lose! ”
Opening the door,

I see urgency in her eyes.
telling me she had
a dream that took her by surprise.
Jean my adopted mother spoke to her
last night & put her into a terrible fright.
At first street girl was leery,
because she was wearing
Jean’s small golden earrings.
In the dream Jean said “That was o.k.
don’t worry I’m here to say,
tell my daughter to move far away.
It is going to get worse and I she won’t be safe,
Make no mistake, tell her soon, Ok? '
Now, I really believed street girl,
for she never knew,
Jean was my adopted mother
and I was her daughter so true.
This confirmed the unseen
That my precious mother Jean,
was watching over me.
Written Feb.2,2011 by Christina Sunrise

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My dogs

bark at the neighbors,
bark at the UPS man,
bark at cars
and kids on bicycles.

they bark at the television,
the radio
and the stereo.

they bark at
the vacuum cleaner,
the dust mop
and the broom.

they bark at
anyone
who enters the house
uninvited.

and
when they’re not barking,
they’re sitting there
waiting
for something
to bark at.

good dogs.

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Life’s Questions

When I was the tender age of five,
I asked my mother a question about life.
“I know I hear your voice, and I hear mine,
Were does my voice come from, it seems so sublime.”
Then of course my mom did retort,
She is not the comforting kind of sort.
“If you asked anyone they would think you were crazy”
So I decided hey, I know I will find out one day I’m not lazy.
I did talk to many who are a sage,
Even read the written page.
Of all the questions I have to ask,
How did we get here, I know it’s not by chance.
Now I read “Conversations with God”
It helped me confirm and figure it all out.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 26,2011
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Sam For Short

Samantha is a German Shepherd toy,
Sam for short makes her name like a boy.
She really looks like a real dog,
my puppies jumped on her like leap frog.
Playing with her tail, biting her she never yelled.
She was a mother to them, she was their best friend.
They bonded with her like the real McCoy,
There surrogate mother who brought them joy.
Shieka and Shiekee slept by her side,
dreaming peacefully, they felt good inside.
Now pups are full grown and left home,
but Sam is still there laying by the couch or chair,
smiling her smile with brown eyes and hair.

Written By Suzae Chevalier on October 11,2011
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Happiness to a Child

Happiness to a Child
Any happiness I brought to a child,
it was well worth it, all the while.
To see them smile for a mile.
For bringing happiness to a child
is the memories that last,
Last through time to make a happy past.
For they are only a child for a time,
I was happy I was there to bring them smiles.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 9,2011

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Storyteller Emma Jean

I’m wearing a sparkling blue ring,

from precious Mother Emma Jean.

This ring gives me power to storytell,

Emma Jean told stories and she did it well.

Now she told a story I will never forget,

she weaves the story of the “Headless Horseman”.

telling her story in Missouri at a really young age,

better then Grimm’s Fairy Tales writes it on the page.

Her voice changes in fluctuation and stance,

weaving words like a rhythmic dance.

Even though Emma Jean’s gone,

I will tell her stories so they will live on.

Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.15,2011

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Funny Times With Rich

Electric guitar plays the sounds,
of Rich’s guitar to the crowd.
The crowd at bar called the Paradise,
in West Palm Beach and it was nice.
Shooting photographs of Rich’s band,
I made interesting photos of Rich
while Augie the lead singer sang.
Now this was in the year 2005,
it was before Clematis really came alive.
Construction mess was just outside,
while band played on really loud.
One night Razel puppet stole the show,
by end of night Augie was red angry with a glow.
Check out Augie’s photo on www.razelpuppet.com
it is a really funny photo of Razel I have found.
Thanks Rich for some happy times,
never a dull moment I can testify.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 24,2011
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Razel Is All The Rage 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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