Love Spell On Thee
I cast my “Love Spell' on thee,
bringing you very weak and to your knees.
Tripping you up on words as you speak,
realizing now you’re my “Special” treat.
I enslave you with my 'little charms',
Do not worry I will do no harm.
For it’s you who have fallen victim and prey,
I will make this a celebration, a “Royal Birthday”.
Emotions stir for your possessed by my mystic,
I leave you spellbound and very weak.
Now, now come to me and do as I say,
This is sooo much fun, like child’s play.
Games a plenty, games galore,
Step inside my Candy Store.
Following me around like a wounded cat,
I’ll give you my treats and make you fat,
then you’ll be flying off like a krazed bat,
into my den of “jewels” that mezmorize,
capturing you as my treasured prize...
The End? ? ?
Written Dec.20,2010 Christina (last name Sunrise)
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Love Spell On Thee
I cast my “Love Spell' on thee,
bringing you very weak and to your knees.
Tripping you up on words as you speak,
realizing now you’re my “Special” treat.
I enslave you with my 'little charms',
Do not worry I will do no harm.
For it’s you who have fallen victim and prey,
I will make this a celebration, a “Royal Birthday”.
Emotions stir for your possessed by my mystic,
I leave you spellbound and very weak.
Now, now come to me and do as I say,
This is sooo much fun, like child’s play.
Games a plenty, games galore,
Step inside my Candy Store.
Following me around like a wounded cat,
I’ll give you my treats and make you fat,
then you’ll be flying off like a krazed bat,
into my den of “jewels” that mezmorize,
capturing you as my treasured prize...
The End? ? ?
Written Dec.20,2010 Christina (last name Sunrise)
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Children Are Innocent
Children learn how to play games,
to survive and get our way
but there is got to be a better “way”.
For why should a child have
to “play” an adult to get it’s way?
We set it up like that thinking
we will turn them into a brat.
but that is not where it should be at.
That is not like Sri Amma Bhagavan’s school,
if most of the world only knew.
Now why can’t kid’s be free to
Experience everything?
Treat them like a Prince, a Queen
or a King?
We make up rules and
stupid laws,
to make us like cattle
just because.
We are afraid
we’ll lose control
control of a child?
I don’t think so.
Children are emotional beings
till at least eight,
why not let them “experience”
life and make them feel great?
They “play mind” games
like the adults do,
but they learn from us I believe that’s true.
We use the word “no”
as a form of control.
We don’t know any better,
we were taught the Planetary dream,
making a child feel guilty,
and then feel demeaned.
Now “no” can be changed
around to be a “yes”
now the child “feels” love
and feels like the best.
Now of course you wouldn’t
let your child do something
harmful that’s true,
but I’m talking about “Can
the child have the red book
over the one that’s “blue”.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 18,2011
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Why Not Lie To You?
You lie to me…so why don’t I lie to you?
Make you believe what I say is true.
_______ with your mind so you Obsess about me,
Now I control your mind, I have the key.
Key to settle the score,
you don't know what you bargained for
as I walked through your front door.
Play your games, but you don’t know what you play,
make up the rules and think you had it your way.
But you can't keep promises and disobey.
Playing your games that you don't know,
two games of 'Tic Tac” and “Big Toe'
Make more lies for your b.s. plate,
but wait, you didn't know I was too great,
too great a fantasy that you did create,
in your mind over time,
believing your lies from looking at me online,
not knowing the truth of my life.
So in the end read my poetry book,
maybe you will think twice before you justify your gook.
Written By Christina Sunrise on January 12,2012
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Maria And Victoria Play Date
Excited to see me they waited anxiously by door,
within minutes a make believe land was on the floor.
Maria hid Razel right away, hiding her for the rest of the day.
Then of course Victoria would play,
pretend games with Victoria and doll Melodie Mezoree’.
Years later I would give a party for real,
it would be Victoria’s birthday party in the Wisconsin hills.
Again Razel puppet would be hidden and not to be seen,
she would freeze the party for she was mean.
I took photos to remember this time,
a birthday celebration for Victoria
with sister Maria and friends that were kind.
Friends had to find magical treasures
and break the ice spells cast,
Say “Happy Birthday to Victoria”
while she sat in birthday chair at last.
Birthday cake was blown out
and presents opened all about.
More photos were taken of Victoria, Maria and friends
to remember the Birthday Celebration of playing pretend.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on November 8,2011
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With Some People
With some people you don't want to remember the times you had,
for the memories with them make you sad.
Like thinking they might like you,
but they play games and give you no clues.
Better to avoid them all along,
in the end you are the one wronged.
Written on January 7,2012 by Christina Sunrise
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Lost Treasure Chest
Magical treasure chest made of gold,
has in it many stories to be told.
On one uneventful day,
Golden treasure chest was taken away.
I had it packed in back room with shoes,
that’s when someone decided to lose,
my treasure chest right on site,
hide it from me with all their mite.
Luckily I went to store
found 20 treasure chests more galore.
Painted one up really quick,
I had a art show party within a week.
Watercolor paintings of Melodie,
hang on wall for children to see.
see along with Krendoll island set,
They would play on it and not forget
Forget the magic of Krendoll island I did make,
with birthday props like birthday cake.
Art show birthday party at Mexican Bizarre,
I set up the birthday party with a star.
Children showed up to find presents and unfreeze,
dragons that would begin to sneeze.
Once they had the heat device,
which was magical and would suffice,
To melt the spell on them,
Making them turn into birthday child’s friend.
Birthday child friends come alive,
They would have to find the birthday child.
Once Ice Spell broken, Birthday child would be all smiles.
Birthday child would receive a birthday crown
and beautiful birthstone gown.
From magical golden treasure chest,
the one that would become magical and the best.
Making birthday child’s wishes be recorded inside,
the magical treasure chest’s Krendoll Chronicles it would reside.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 31,2011
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Games People Play
Girl on a swing
see’s everything,
games that people
play when they
want their way.
Swinging by the
sandbox but knows
not to jump in—
Playing games
like adults is
not the same as
play for kids.
Kids play for fun,
adults play
with lies to hurt
someone.
Maybe only hurting
themselves for they
do not know what they do.
Knowing any better
they would like a fool.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 15,2011
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No More Lies
You yelled at me, you told me lies,
but I don't need to sympathize,
with your made up alibis.
Enoughs, enough I'm through with your games,
you thought you had me just the same.
But I'm in my power, my little fool,
your Drama bag has no more tools.
So now we speak on my own turf,
this is my domain
For I'm all the dragons
in Drachen Wurf.
Need I say More? ? ? ?
Written by Christina Sunrise on November 28,2010
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He Tells You He's A Player
Five days before my birthday I was sad as can be
I almost walked out the door
but I left something in the bathroom-
that's when I did see -something that didn't belong to me.
It belonged to another girl-it was a black bra—
I thought to myself -he doesn't care at all.
Thank God I didn't tell him it was my birthday week
I'm glad I kept it to myself and turned the other cheek.
He was too busy showing off and playing his own games
well I don't have time for stupid games I have to say.
When someone tells you that
"He is a Player"
You better take heed-
face reality and let your conscious take the lead.
Tread more carefully or End it right there—
this person is showing you they are truly not sincere.
Written by Christina Sunrise on March 11,2012
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Sarah Is Princess For A Day
Sarah would be Birthday princess for a day
she would have her "Special Krendoll Island Birthday"
even her stuff toys would join in on the fun-
a birthday party celebration had just begun.
Jewels galore would be on her dress
she would blow out the cake
that never made a mess.
For it was a cake that had an electrical switch
Sarah would light up her birthday candle by
going click, click, click.
Now I have photos of her Princess Days…
Sarah all happy when at a very young age.
May the memories of Krendoll island
have a Special place in Sarah's heart—
Melodie doll and UniCandle unicorn
are never far apart…
They are a part of the childhood days gone past
they are happy memories that are sure to last.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on February 26,2011
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Don Juan, Where Have You Gone?
Don Juan where have you gone?
Are you waiting for me on my front lawn?
Why, you have fallen for my seductive disguise,
But will you win my heart as the prize?
How will I know your heart is pure,
For you have won many affection with your allure.
We must not make a stir,
Run away with me to my boudoir.
Melt with me into my arms,
Fall for my hidden charms.
For there you will see,
You are meant to be with me.
Written on Jan.13,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Dad & Mom
Dad born in South Dakota state
Mom born in New Jersey
they both married each other at a later date.
Being raised in Minnesota the land of the thousand lakes
it was fun playing out in the fields which was great!
Dad was a truck driver whose jacket was covered in oil
mom was an RN nurse mentioned Grandfather
came from blood of royal.
Birthday I do remember to this day
is when I received a doll Crissy
who I would loved to act out and play.
It was my 6th birthday which was fun
it was a fun time when I was young.
Dad took me to the store
recieved 2 Crissy dolls like never before.
I still have one doll till this day
she still wears the same orange dress that hasn't changed.
I will give it to a special girl for her birthday.
Dad and Mom still live in Minnesota with a new pet
it is a cat I haven't seen yet.
I will go visit them this year
to make sure Dad and Mom are fine
who I love so dear.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on April 2,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Knees Of My Bees
we share a culture same vernacular
love of physical humor and time spent alone
you with your penchant for spontaneous events
for sticky and raspy, unearthed and then gone
you are a gift promised sent with a wink
with tendencies for conversations that raise bars
you are a sage who is fueled by compassion
comes to nooks and crannies, is bound for all stars
you make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle
you make the knees of my bees weak
you are a spirit that knows of no limit
that knows of no ceiling who baulks at dead-ends
you are a wordsmith who cares for his brothers
not seduced by illusions of fair-weather friends
you make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle
you make the knees of my bees weak
you are a vision who lives by the signals of
stomach and intuition as your guide
you are a sliver of god on a platter
who walks what he talks and who cops when hes lied
you make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle
you make the knees of my bees weak
you make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle
you make the knees of my bees weak
you make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle
you make the knees of my bees weak
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Balloon Of Whims
The balloon floats to the ceiling
the balloon bounces to the ground-
You are stuck in the middle
your emotions stir all around.
You can't run- you can't hide
from your feelings buried deep inside.
You just have to feel them through
even if they make you feel blue.
Then let them go up in the air
inside the balloon without a care.
This balloon of emotions has no whims
it will go anywhere it sees fit.
Miles up high balloon will fly
balloon cleansed of pain when you cried.
Written by Christina Sunrise on August 3,2012
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Loss Of Power
A fog you put me in so I couldn’t see,
couldn’t break inside of me,
You laughed and clasped your hands to your hips
words of anger came from your lips.
You have the power to make a choice
with your new story you create with your voice.
Forgiveness is for your own mental health
Forgiveness will help melt
all the spells cast on thee,
bringing peace finally.
By Christina Sunrise for www.purplepoems.com
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Creative Fiction Of The Mind
Dramas from the past are in your mind-
projections brought forward this space and time
Wounded child react without a smile—
it's emotions are controlling you all the while.
For your inner child is still intertwined and in denial
You need to comfort this wounded inner child.
So how do you solve the problem from yesterday?
You have to go deep within your inner self
and get it all out, maybe with a shout.
Myabe you have to finally cry
or write the person a letter that did die.
You will feel better in a magical way,
you know it's deeper than a bad hair day.
Written on November 30,2012 by Christina Sunrise
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Don Juan, Where Have You Gone?
Don Juan where have you gone?
Are you waiting for me on my front lawn?
Why, you have fallen for my seductive disguise,
But will you win my heart as the prize?
How will I know your heart is pure,
For you have won many affection with your allure.
We must not make a stir,
Run away with me to my boudoir.
Melt with me into my arms,
Fall for my hidden charms.
For there you will see,
You are meant to be with me.
Jan.13,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Immigrants Help The Nation
Give illegal immigrants work visas when they come to the states,
Let them work for 5 years to make U S of A great.
If they learn English and commit no crimes,
they can become a US citizen within that time.
No need to have babies to add to our welfare plight,
Community groups to help them fit in and not feel spite.
Make sure all their children get a birthday cake,
to help celebrate their birthday and make them feel great.
Written By Christina Sunrise on February 10,2012
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Better To Act Like We Never Met
Better to act like we never met,
time spent was filled with regret.
Better to have known not to play,
then waste my time with some people's games.
People walk around unconscious of their words and deeds,
better for you be the one who knows reality and supersedes,
and gets smart quick and cut them off from the beginning.
Written By Christina Sunrise on January 29,2012
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California Here I Am
Californian here I come,
My dreams have just begun.
I can’t wait to jump on board,
Like a knight with a sword.
I will win this battle cry,
Like many times I had to die.
For what I believe in and then some more,
I can’t wait to see what’s in store.
For I can no longer can turn back,
I have no choice, I’m right on track.
The rainbow is on the other side,
That is where I will find,
All the jewels awaiting me,
Bringing me to my Victory.
Written Jan.14th 2011 by Christina Sunrise
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