Originality
I may fall,
but I will always get back up,
Nothing in this world can stop me
from getting back on top.
For we are all are at the top of our own game,
No two people are alike or even the same.
We all original and create likewise,
No duplications in God’s world,
nothings under disguise.
Everyone is unique and totally great,
We create Who We Are every single day.
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We Are Original
We are all original,
We are all unique,
Let the Lord bless us
When we close our eyes to sleep.
Let us prayer for world prosperity
And also world peace.
We are original,
We are unique.
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Downtown Pizza
On Lake Ave. next to the Pelican,
you can have great dishes of Italian.
From pizza's, subs to Calzones,
they deliver, they bring it to your home.
I have a photo of Razel and Mel,
posing on the counter with a pizza smell.
I have a slice of pizza and a mountain dew,
I watch t.v. and kick off my shoes.
They have signature white pizza with Stromboli meat,
stuffed with lots of cheese, pepperoni, it's a treat.
Your dog can drink agua outside in a bowl,
while you wait for your order to go.
This is a laid back casual pizza joint,
they make great pizza and Italian dishes,
they won't disappoint.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on October 13,2011
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Jack The Sailor
Jack I met dancing,
he was a great lead,
He also taught me how to Salsa
he wanted to make me succeed.
he had a Jack Russell who was really sweet.
Now Jack was a sailor on the lakes,
the lakes in MN make no mistake.
Now I hadn't seen Jack for sometime,
He called out "Melodie" and I knew
he was an old friend of mine.
He had a dance party at his apartment in Minneapolis,
friends where dressed up looking fabulous.
Now Jack wants to sail around the world,
I hope he does and meets his dream girl.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on October 5,2011
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Dino Great Car Salesman
Dino who is half Italian half Greek,
is a car salesman who is ambitious
as well as kind and sweet.
He got me into Black Pearl my car,
he knew I would be traveling quite far.
Doing everything that he could,
he thoroughly understood,
how to make financing my car good.
Getting Black Pearl was a miracle in disguise,
I finally did realize that just in the nick of time,
I could travel to South Carolina just fine.
Thank you Dino for going the extra mile,
I can finally drive a car that is in style.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on October 11,2011
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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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You Are A Creative Genius
You are a creative genius,
You know that you are,
With your great talent
You will go far.
You bring to life
Things from your imagination,
That are original and new,
something that’s never been tried before,
comes shining through.
So use your imagination
And see what you can create,
Make something out of the ordinary,
Make something really great!
For you can contribute something to the world
That no-one else can,
By being a creative genius,
Who creates thing very grand! !
The End.
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Waves Of Light
Indian guy blows light in my eyes,
It was glowing—totally mezmorized.
He says everything has a glowing aura
That he can see,
When he walks among the plants and the trees.
We are made of fast moving light,
we can’t see it in dark or night.
He says there is no karma to go through,
that we should just go with the flow and have fun too.
He lives in Vegas and travels the USA,
He was made fun of in India so he doesn’t go there today.
People don’t believe what they can’t see, so they don't conceive.
I will hopefully see Indian guru again,
have many more questions without end.
Written by Suzae Chevalier August 22,2011
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Dave’s Restaurant
Smell of sizzling steak in the air,
people talking and laughing everywhere.
Football game on big flat screen t.v.s,
fans watching and screaming happily,
while eating hot Grilled Worth Wings.
You can order Buffalo chicken, shrimp or gator,
you can order hand cut fries or side of taters.
Dave’s has pastas with or without fish,
he even has the Islamorada fish sandwich.
Now Dave’s has a bar with cool looking stools,
you can order beer or a smoothie to stay cool.
Kid’s can even have a bite to eat,
Dave’s has kid’s menu with chicken tenders and grilled cheese.
Captain Morgan Burger, steaks and fajitas are great,
Prime rib, Mojo Pork Platter are a delicious plate.
When downtown walking on Lake Ave.,
Stop at Dave’s Restaurant for the fresh food you can have.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on October 15,2011
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David The Creative Soul
Born in the Bronx where he grew up,
he was raised to be smart, but also tough.
Now I met David who is a very creative soul,
he inspires you and helps you grow.
He has helped many a people to transform,
into all they can be, not like the norm.
He has text me encouraging thoughts,
he is humble with wisdom is what he has got.
He photographed me for my poetry books,
we came up with some original looks.
He is a traveling spirit that has traveled everywhere,
he finds life's an adventure with so much to share.
Now he will be traveling again,
with his wife who is his best friend.
When they get back they will such a portfolio,
of all his travels on the go.
Also David will be putting on an art show,
during the Lake Worth Street Painting festival
I thought you should know.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on October 6,2011
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Appearances
We live in a world of appearances,
Where reality and fantasy are two other extremes.
One is what it really is, the other is what you dream.
My life is filled with contradictory messages,
only I am the fool, for I pretend to the world what I don’t want to be,
but in my heart that’s not what I see.
How long can I play this game until my sore bleed?
I must realize what I’m doing and stop myself in my tracks,
For this might go on too long, and by then there’s no turning back.
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July 1995
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Jack The Sailor
Jack I met dancing,
he was a great lead,
He also taught me how to Salsa
he wanted to make me succeed.
he had a Jack Russell who was really sweet.
Now Jack was a sailor on the lakes,
the lakes in MN make no mistake.
Now I hadn’t seen Jack for sometime,
He called out “Melodie” and I knew
he was an old friend of mine.
He had a dance party at his apartment in Minneapolis,
friends where dressed up looking fabulous.
Now Jack wants to sail around the world,
I hope he does and meets his dream girl.
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Stylish Rita And Pleasant Bob
Rita with her happy smile,
wears stylish jewelry with lots of style.
Born in the windy city of Chicago in 1933,
Her father was a tenor in the Metropolitan Opera Company.
Rita received her teaching degree,
in Texas while her husband Bob was in the military.
Rita was also three years at the College of NYC,
she then had two children so she taught briefly.
Her graduation gown was her first maternity dress,
Her daughter gave them one grandchild they dearly cherish.
Long Island is where Rita and Bob where most of their married life,
They now live in Florida with the pelicans and sunshine.
Bob and Rita make their morning stop,
In Barnes and Noble café where they read and talk,
Talk to friends while lending a listening ear,
Rita is genuine, sweet and sincere.
So say hi, to the Rita and Bob when you are here.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on October 6,2011
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Downtown Pizza
On Lake Ave. next to the Pelican,
you can have great dishes of Italian.
From pizza’s, subs to Calzones,
they deliver, they bring it to your home.
I have a photo of Razel and Mel,
posing on the counter with a pizza smell.
I have a slice of pizza and a mountain dew,
I watch t.v. and kick off my shoes.
They have signature white pizza with Stromboli meat,
stuffed with lots of cheese, pepperoni, it’s a treat.
Your dog can drink agua outside in a bowl,
while you wait for your order to go.
This is a laid back casual pizza joint,
they make great pizza and Italian dishes,
they won’t disappoint.
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Children will Save the Planet
Children will Save the Planet
a new world will come,
all children will have fun.
Life will be happy and carefree,
Children will bring light wait and see.
Coming from a distant star,
Children bring knowledge
and know how,
to make us all “live out loud”.
now appearances
are under disguise,
see it in the children’s eyes,
They will overcome,
all “forms” of ADD
and help set us free,
just you wait and see.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on April 3,2011
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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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Green Eyed Prıncess
My eyes where green since the day I was born,
not being told this makes me feel torn.
Now I can relate to “Green Eyed Lady” song,
it’s a song I can dance to all night long.
It has different meanings that you can project,
I feel like the flower child of the sixties to be honest.
Kissing a green eyed lady is like kissing the ocean,
I write about mermaids that make magical potions.
Elton John wrote, “You see I've forwgotten if they're green or they're blue”
Green is harder to come by there are less people with green only a few.
So, being a little different with green eyes and not brown,
Makes me more of a princess in my fantasy story with the crown.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on October 10,2011
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Anna Likes Razel puppet
Happy to see me and play pretend games,
Anna waited for Razel puppet to play.
Once playing Anna would change Razel's name,
to a Pokemon character in the game.
We would act out this Pokemon character
And then we would stop for a while,
Anna would ask Razel questions like
'Why don't you smile? '
Even Razel puppet was amazed,
as Anna asked questions with a inquisitive gaze.
Then we would go to the playground,
where outside play equipment was all around.
Anna asked me to talk Razel with Razel not on my hand,
I said I couldn't, but now I can.
Razel says 'Hi, Anna how have you been?
It was fun playing with you in 'let's pretend'.
I am still an evil puppet, but that's what I want to be,
There wouldn't be a story to act out for kids
like you once where so long ago with me.'
Written By Suzae Chevalier on November 8,2011
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Saw Cher On A Tour Bus
On a bus I did ride,
I was traveling down Las Vegas Blvd in the night.
Many people I did see,
they all looked happily back at me.
I did surprisingly see a nun,
then I looked up and saw a security guard with a gun.
The bus did stop and the wheels did squeak,
I saw the profile of Cher the singer's left sparkling cheek.
She was quite hidden for she had on a headdress,
colorful feathers that shaped into a crest.
She was on her way to her own concert this time,
with her entourage was patiently waiting outside,
I realize I was on Cher's tour bus with nowhere to hide!
Click, click the cameras went,
I snuck off the bus to Cher's concert event.
It was at the Las Vegas Caesars Palace,
it was all lit up like nighttime in Dallas.
I thought no way in all my days,
I would see Cher before she got on stage.
That was just my luck, I heard the alarm and then woke up.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on October 10.2011
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There's No One Like You
There's no one like you that has ever been born,
when you pass away all the angels will mourn.
See, it's quite simple why you were born you see,
to give your gifts to the world and be what you were meant to be.
God planted within each of us a really tiny seed.
As we grow, it blossoms like a flower, as pretty as can be.
So share the fruits of your talent, shining bright for the world to see,
forever growing tall, like a like an old oak tree.
Strong, sturdy and forever reaching high,
to the highest point way up in the sky.
So let your talent light your heart with joy and glee,
let the power within you grow by setting it free.
For there is no one like yu in all of history,
you are unique, original and a mystery.
So celebrate your talents of who you are,
for you are an original star.
Copyright 2008 Suzae Chevalier
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Chris's Presence
Roll a mile in his chair
see how people stop and stare.
Stare at him for they cannot
figure him out-
he talks real softly
no need to shout.
He is a quiet stirring force
he makes people think
without a choice.
For he is a happy presence
which is a mystery-
most people who walk
-are in misery.
He makes people not take
for granted what they have
count their blessings and
don't let anything go to chance.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 10,2011
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