Patty’s Mother Earth Coffee House
With happy smile and calming effect,
Patty at Mother Earth Coffee House is humble yet.
She always has a listening ear, she is honest, she is sincere.
No other coffee house is quite like hers,
for it has a warm heart, like Mother Earth.
Patty’s Mother Earth coffee house is quite unique,
it has a Earthly feel with gypsy mystic.
In the year 2007, Jim my friend who came along with me
visited Les Beans at the time and met warm hearted Patty.
I was once on stage with Razel at Patty’s place,
She’s a puppet with 2 evil eyes on her pale felt face.
Even Razel knows Patty’s coffee café,
is for connecting with people- having Fun all in one day.
Zoey the cat is a regular on cushy chair, sleeping, you can still pet her cat hair.
Patty has open mics with singers, with a Friday comedy night.
Performers feel comfortable on stage for Mother Earth has soothing light.
With colorful parrot and paintings on the wall,
even the bathroom is cozy, perfect not too small.
So when you are in the city of Lake Worth,
Please visit Patty at her coffee house Mother Earth.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on October 5,2011
www.puppetpoems.com
poem by Christina Sunrise
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
The Baker Man
Well here comes a dance that will never be banned now
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
Yeah, stolen from a story called "The Baker's Man" now
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
(Choo choo choo choo-do choo choo)
It's impossible too sweet to cross the land????
(Patty cake patty cake)
Put your favorite records on and start the show now
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
Abra-cadabra look at everyone go now
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
(Choo choo choo choo-do choo choo)
Alakazam this dance has got to grow now
(Patty cake patty cake)
Well they tell me that it's optional to use your feet
But now you really don't need them if you keep your beat
Well Arthur Murray's gettin' blurry tryin' to learn that jive
When all the kids from coast to coast are really comin' alive
Well go tell the gang what a time you've had now
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
This Friday night we'll start a regular fad now
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
(Choo choo choo choo-do choo choo)
We'll do the Baker 'til it drives us mad now
(Patty cake patty cake)
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
(Choo choo choo choo-do choo choo)
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
Come on and take a lesson now
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
Clap your partner's hands
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
Not too hard
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
Now slap her in the face
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
What a disgrace
(Choo choo choo choo-do choo choo)
(Patty cake patty cake)
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man
song performed by by Beach Boys
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
I think my real depressions started when I was about 16 and doing The Patty Duke Show. I would go to bed at about 10 o'clock on a Friday night and not get up again until 6:30 Monday morning.
quote by Patty Duke
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Coffee!
Coffee beans all ground up,
Coffee in my favourite cup,
Coffee black, coffee white,
Coffee dark, coffee light,
Coffee right, to start the day,
Coffee at work, coffee at play,
Coffee midday, coffee at night,
Coffee to sober, coffee to excite,
Coffee weak, coffee strong,
But maybe instead some Lapsang Souchong! ! ! !
TEA! ! ! ! !
poem by Ernestine Northover
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
March 16
Patty it is your birthday
and i am suppose to greet you
happy birthday, but i didn't
i change my mind
after all what can i give you
what can i say to you?
your son stepped into the abyss
between darkness and another darkness
he is maimed and cannot say a word to you
your husband's left eye got blinded
with a smirk of boiling oil
and there is no sense arguing what recklessness caused it
who pays for the damage done
where to go and be justified
the scales do not function well these darkest day of the year
your daughter plunged herself into the calendar days of the law
and she has no time with you
(did she greet you a happy birthday?)
how many husbands have she wasted?
she did not like kids i know and you love kids so much
time snobs you and you ask what have you done to its wings
to deserve its sharp claws?
i have no answers Patty, i am too preoccupied with so many theories
about the roots of sorrow
the branches of fear
the poisonous barks of injustice
good luck Patty have another year
make is saucy, try some beer, have a little smoke
they may cure your cancer.
Life is a sad novel Patty
and it will take some more years before it is finished.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Leave Your Phone At Home
Sometimes it’s better to leave
your phone at home,
You don’t have to answer,
people leave you alone.
Now, it’s St. Patty’s Day,
everyone’s Green and very Gay,
wishing in a most happy way,
to have fun by the ton
which is better then O.K.
Now, leaving my phone
at home made my
night even better,
No calls, anD no
St. Patty’s Day letters.
Except I see
tons of missed calls
from caretaker Sherry,
who would rather be merry.
Those calls I’m glad I missed,
those calls where about Cockroach,
who I am pissed.
Now, can’t you get
a life even on a holiday?
Leave alone
Suzae Chevalier?
No you can’t
so you make Sherry pay.
Don’t you think she has
better things to do?
Then play mommy
for you?
Now, you look
like a fool.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.18,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I kind of like the position of being the fair-haired savior of my mother.
quote by Patty Duke
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
I'm living out a childhood fantasy. Our house is in a historic district of a small town that I used to read about in storybooks.
quote by Patty Duke
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Life Is As Simple And Enjoyable As Sipping Coffee Early Morning And Enjoying The Scenery Of A Rustic Place
alright,
we simplify this
it is early morning
they have not awakened yet
the house is very peaceful
the windows are closed still
and the doors too
alright
stand, walk towards the window
open all of them
let the cold air come in
then walk towards the door
unlock it
and open it too and then
let the cold air
come in
you want coffee?
go to the kitchen
take a spoon a cup and saucer and
take sugar and coffee and
hot water
you know what to do, right?
feel at home
this is your home
now take your time
sit on a chair
face the trees
stir your coffee
feel it hot
and then sip
enjoy, savor the scenery of
this rustic place
feel the wind on your cheeks
take the warm side of the cup
alright,
is not life as simple as this?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
When I'm 80 and sitting in a rocking chair listening to the Rolling Stones, there is absolutely no way I'm going to feel old or forget my younger days.
quote by Patty Duke
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Anna Questions Razel puppet
Anna Likes Razel puppet
who has no pupils in her dark eyes
Razel has dark hair and can turn dolls to ice.
Anna is happy to see me and play pretend games
Anna waited for me and Razel puppet to play.
Once play acting Anna would change Razel's name
to a character in her fantasy game.
Anna was the director and would tell Razel what to say
Razel would be instructed to use certain powers
to overcome the villain of the day.
We would act out her Pokeman character
and then we would stop playing for a while-
Anna would ask Razel questions like
'Razel why don't you smile? '
Even Razel puppet was amazed-
as Anna asked questions with a inquisitive gaze.
Another questions Anna asked is-
'Razel why don't you like Birthdays? '
Razel of course replied a sqinting evil eye-
I'm sorry to say, because my mother died.
She died on my birthday when I was a little girl
it changed the way I thought about birthdays
in my world.'
Of course every villain has a back story
Razel puppet's is drama filled not gory.
Then we would go to the outside playground
where play equipment was all around.
Anna asked me to talk Razel
with Razel not on my hand
I said I couldn't but now today 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 would be no interesting story to act out for you & me.
The story would be boring if you didn't have to find interesting clues-
Clues to unfreeze the missing character friend who I turned blue.
Where do we find them and what really happened-
are questions asked in this land of pretend.
'So Thank You Anna for finding me interesting-
and playing pretend once so long ago with me.'
Written By Suzae Chevalier on February 21,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I’m Sorry Mother Earth
I’m sorry Mother Earth for harming
You with our pollutions of paper, glass and plastic bags.
I’m Sorry Mother Earth for drilling for oil, precious metal and gas.
I’m Sorry Mother Earth for not Welcoming You each day,
We walk on you, but forget to welcome you with praise.
Yes, we should be good stewards of YOU, that is why we are here.
To treat you with respect for you are so dear.
Copyright 2010 Suzae Chevalier of Chevalier Originals, Inc.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
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
www.puppetpoems.com www.suzae, com
www.suechevalier.com
poem by Suzae Chevalier
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Mother Earth's Frequency
Mother Earth's frequency is 7.8 hertz
our brains are the same frequency
we are connected to her at birth.
Earthing which is laying on Mother Earth
helps your brain heal you—
yes, I am blessing her dirt.
Laying on Mother Earth
or even walking barefoot outside
makes you sleep better—heals your insides.
Mother Earth helps you with inflammation
and all kinds of things-
treat Mother Earth kindly
for the good that she brings.
Written by Christina Sunrise on August 8,2012
www.christinasunrise.com www.suzae.com
www.suechevalier.com www.puppetpoems.com
poem by Christina Sunrise
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Stevie D, Jimmy Dean And Melodie
Melodie likes Stevie D,
she compliments him to a T.
She has the memory of
going to Place in the City.
Stevie goes on
the Improv stage,
to do comedy and entertain.
Melodie laughs with Jimmie,
Jimmie Dean,
it is one funniest acts
they have ever seen.
Then Jimmie is next
to go on stage,
his act too
is all the rage.
Melodie is then to be seen,
she is with Razel puppet and me.
Lighters light up in the air,
whistling everywhere,
Razel yells without a care,
“You know why I
have no pupils? ”
Before Melodie can jump in,
Razel has finished her line,
and committed the sin.
People are shocked and
begin to talk.
Lights go out
and I bow
to the shouts.
What a time in 2005,
sharing Improv Stage
with Stevie D, Jimmy Dean,
Razel and Melodie!
Written on March 20,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
My Friend Bill
Half Italian, half Irish for his last name is Maroney
Razel puppet said his name on stage rhymes with baloney.
Now he has my 2 books of “Sarah’s Special Birthday”
He thinks they are very colorful, with colors of May.
One book is hard cover the other book is soft,
He lets me borrow them when my own copy gets sold or lost.
Now, he was good friends with my dear friend Jimmy,
they would go to all the restaurants in the Lake Worth city.
Now Bill is his first name but his middle name is John,
he was a economics professor in Michigan.
His mother is a sweetheart and she is still alive,
she is in upstate New York and almost 95.
Bill hopes to get in shape, I think he can doesn’t eat past eight.
Bill always visited me on Comedy Night at the Rumshack,
He always thought I was funny and laughed and laughed.
Thanks Bill for supporting me as an performing artist and
visual artist too, hopefully that big original painting will sale
when my book sales go through the roof.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 23,2011
www.purplepoems.com www.christinasunrise.com
www.puppetpoems.com
poem by Christina Sunrise
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
If the Republicans get control back of the United States Senate, we will no longer have a check and balance on the White House, on the Republican Congress.
quote by Patty Murray
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Stevie D Jimmy And Melodie
Melodie adores Stevie D,
she compliments his style of dress to a T.
She has the memory of going to City Place
Stevie goes on the Improv comedy stage
Stevie does comedy and entertains.
Melodie laughs with Jimmy Dean,
it is one funniest acts they have ever seen!
Then Jimmy is next to go on stage,
his act is funny it's all the rage.
Melodie is then to be seen,
she is with Razel puppet and me.
Lighters light up in the air,
wild whistling everywhere,
Razel yells without a care,
'You know why I have no pupils? '
right before Melodie can jump in-
Razel has finished her line and committed the sin.
People are shocked and begin to talk.
Lights go out and Razel starts to shout,
I bow with the girls before I walk out.
What a time in 2005, where the Improv Stage comes alive.
Sharing the stage with Stevie D, Jimmy, Razel and Melodie.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Goodbye Puppet Lady
Goodbye Puppet Lady, though they never knew you at all,
You told your Krendoll stories while toddlers at Barnes & Noble
crawled.
You walked out on to the Improv stage they whispered into your brain
Hemp named you Puppet Lady, but Razel puppet got in the way.
And it seems you lived your life like UniCandle unicorn’s flame in the
wind
Never knowing who to cling to when Razel’s ice spell set in.
Puppet Lady Fame was tough
The toughest role you ever played but Lake Worth created a Superstar
Just ask good friend Jim sitting at Ray’s back table.
And I would of like to have known you
But you far and away your candles still burn brightly
With UniCandle unicorn’s magical flame.
Goodbye Puppet Lady
Your more than our Puppet Lady, and Your much more than Razel,
And your doll Melodie Mezoree’.
GOODBYE PUPPET
LADY
And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a puppet with no strings with no parachute to catch you
When the Rum Shack stage fell in.
Goodbye Puppet Lady
From the old man in the 3rd row Thank you for the memories
At Ray’s, South Shores and Rumshack comedy show.
And I would have liked to have known you…
But you were far and away Your candles still burn brightly
Because will still have Razel and Melodie Mezoree’
Written by Suzae Chevalier
Copyright 2010-2011 Chevalier Originals, Inc.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
My Real Goddess
Today my mother
Came to my house
With lots of blessing
And full of good wishing
To live long
Happy and healthy
Progressive and wealthy
My mother
My sweet mother
My beautiful mother
My loving mother
My real goddess
My ever goodness
My first lady I loved
My life my mother
My soul my mother
My God-gift my mother
My pride my mother
My aim my mother
My teacher my mother
My friend my mother
My preacher my mother
My daughter's face look-like my mother
My daughter my little mother
O the Absolute Almighty
Give me my mother
Again and again
And again and again
My mother
Only my mother.
poem by Dr. P. K. Verma
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A Moving Chicago's Seasoned Memories
For old Saint Patty's Day is approaching
from just around the corner, with the
inevitable commencing of springs true
greenness from the wonders of Mother Nature
There's also an absolute certainly of an
observance within the moonlight for
Chicago's river scent; with its
highlighted illuminating mellow wames,
as colorful as spring's memorial green
itself, to be seen all along the downtown
Lake Michigan's opening body and the
Chicago river's mouth, and with the
occurrence of sheer exhilaration
poem by Derek Johnson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!