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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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.
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My Pup Shiekee
Shiekee, Shiekee wagging her tail,
at the top of the steps, little bark no yelp.
She came to me as scared as can be,
She was yelled at when she peed.
She was even scared to pee outside,
She would not touch the ground,
She would run and hide.
She did get potty trained,
with a little refrain.
I started traveling so I had to give Shiekee away,
I gave her to a girl, but she did not want to stay.
She actually pooped all over her place,
I laughed I know she was playing a game.
Girl called up and said “Is she potty trained? ”
I got Shiekee home and she wagged her tail and smiled,
I knew what she was doing all the while.
Now Shiekee is not with me,
she is with a lady down the street.
She plays with a Beagle in the backyard,
they play real rough, they play real hard.
She has a playmate now and I am glad,
she was the cutest and only girl dog I ever had.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 26,2011
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Joyful Madison
JOYFUL MADISON
Madison wags her grey and black tail,
all smiles to people she likes really well.
Her tail is shaved into a ball at the end,
she is happy for Little Loui is her dog friend.
Now Allen picks up Madison off the ground,
and carries her outside when she hears thunder sounds.
Madison doesn’t like the wet falling rain,
she would rather stay inside just the same.
Madison is a Pardy Poodle who has an original style,
her coat has tight curls with hearts that make you smile.
When you look at her, her brown eyes sparkle real bright,
hidden in between her curly hair that’s grey and white.
Her ears are real sensitive so I try not to pet her right there,
other than that she always happy and full of good cheer,
especially when her friend Little Loui is really near,
along with Tashi whose been a friend for many years.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on December 17,2011
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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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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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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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Joyful Madison
Madison wags her grey and black tail,
all smiles to people she likes real well.
Her tail is shaved into a ball at the end,
she is happy for Little Loui is her friend.
Now Allen picks up Madison off the ground,
and carries her outside when she hears thunder all around.
Madison doesn’t like the wet falling rain,
she would rather stay inside just the same.
Madison is a Pardy Poodle who has an original style,
her coat has tight curls with hearts that make you smile.
When you look at her, her brown eyes sparkle real bright,
hidden in between her curly hair that’s grey and white.
Her ears are real sensitive so I try not to pet her right there,
other than that she always happy and full of good cheer.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on December 17,2011
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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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Bootsy The Family Dog
Bootsy is the family pet,
I made sure she was fed,
when I thought she was pregnant.
Bootsy had puppies every year,
by a shaggy dog named Coco
who was the Jon Juan so dear.
Puppies where given to friends of my brother,
they looked liked twins, they looked like each other.
Bootsy jumped and ran and played
in the open fields during the day.
As time went on a fence went up,
Stopping her to run and jump.
She gained weight then got sick,
could hardly walk, was sad from it.
I came to see her in 1988,
she lay by couch, not looking great.
I have a photo of her, Allisa and me,
Memory I keep of us girls, all three.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 11,2011
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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
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Razel Meets Skunky
There once was a skunk that lived in the woods,
he ate onions it's understood.
Razel knew he smelled real bad,
for she saw in Skunky's eyes the childhood she had…
They both where cast a side-
and then at once their inner child died.
So then Razel thought deep inside,
I will make Skunky smell quite nice.
I will make a cologne that will hide,
all of Skunky made up false pride.
Then and only then will Razel win out,
over Sarah Star for she will use Skunky
and his drooping pout…
But what Skunky didn't know,
now he would be a pawn to this immortal foe.
Yes, Razel was Skunky's foe for life,
she would control him and give him strife.
Skunky's left eye of course was changed,
to look slanted and thus deranged.
Just like Razel's evil look,
Sarah would come to her senses
and know Skunky was a schmook.
But that my friend is towards the end…
who can Sarah Star trust as a friend.
so Read all of Skunky's poems
and you will find out whose for real
and whose the clone.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on February 23,2012
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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.
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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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Udder Budder
A frog, with bulbous eyes and green
was in the mornings often seen
out in the barn when Farmer Fritz
was busy milking bovine tits.
One morning Fritz had kicked the bucket
and yelled a word that rhymes with locket,
he left to get, inside the house,
a new container from his spouse.
While Fritz was gone, the other bucket
was standing there, and, like a rocket,
the frog jumped in to have a drink.
He drank but soon began to sink.
In panic, he swam ever quicker,
placed great demands upon his ticker,
yet he could see (he had a brain)
that efforts might well be in vain.
He started then to feel defeated,
adrenals badly overheated,
and vertigo had gripped his head.
Deep down he knew he'd soon be dead.
He prayed for the return of Fritz
when he laid eyes on mammoth tits.
Half-conscious now, he'd never known
that Mother Nature could have grown
a set of such delicious whoppers.
I must inser here, frogs are hoppers
and do not carry real boobs,
not round, oblong or shaped like cubes.
So he, a young pubescent male
now felt a stirring in his tail.
By tail I mean the small utensil,
about the size of a short pencil
that hung below his belly button
and was the colour of fresh cotton.
Now focused on the mammaries,
his 'tail' wagged wildly near his knees.
He kept his frog eyes on the udder,
and soon the milk had turned to budder.
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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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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
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Prince Charming Turns Bad
Prince Charming Turns Bad
A Prince proposes to me wearing green,
he has the biggest eyes I’ve ever seen.
His hands are large and so are his feet,
he says nice words to me that are really sweet.
He offers me a flower and then a ring,
both sparkle real pretty with lots of bling.
Then we look deep into each others eyes,
his are so deep like a crimson blue sky.
Then we try to consummate our vows to each other,
he starts to change like totally into another.
Another person all together,
I wasn’t in for his kind of weather.
Then his skin peels and I see the real frog,
I can’t believe I was tricked by his delusional fog.
I soon realize it was all a dream,
I projected a person onto an amphibian.
So you wise up when you have kissed enough toads,
you sometimes have to take the very high road.
Written By Suzae Chevalier On December 23,2011
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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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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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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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