Ta-shieka My Pup
Barking, barking your cute little bark,
I found you on a prayer and a lark.
You were a traveling runaway pup,
who jumped into trash cans
that's where you'ld end up.
Now, I’m so happy
you became my pet,
all those years I’ll never forget.
All the memories of running
in the fields,
like when I sprained my ankle
you kneeled at my heels.
Making sure I was home & safe,
I return the love in so many ways.
Now it’s sad that I was not with you,
if I would of known earlier
I would of flew,
flew up to see you.
One last precious time,
to say “I love you pup” and
my say last goodbye…
Written on Feb.4,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Ta-shieka My Pup
Barking, barking your cute little bark,
I found you on a prayer and a lark.
You were a traveling runaway pup,
who jumped into trash cans
that's where you'ld end up.
Now, I’m so happy
you became my pet,
all those years I’ll never forget.
All the memories of running
in the fields,
like when I sprained my ankle
you kneeled at my heels.
Making sure I was home & safe,
I return the love in so many ways.
Now it’s sad that I was not with you,
if I would of known earlier
I would of flew,
flew up to see you.
One last precious time,
to say “I love you pup” and
my say last goodbye…
Written on Feb.4,2011 by Christina Sunrise
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Love Of Flying
Houston Texas I was there,
when war planes flew in the air.
Yes, an air show with fighter jets,
flying through the air on many bets.
Making it safely to the ground,
pilots landing with no frowns.
Taking photos with pilots
who flew,
Chucky posed smiling gracefully too.
Chucky at 75,
learned to fly.
Yes, he would leave a message
saying he was in the air,
flying over Krendoll island without a care.
How I wish he was still here,
like Jean for they both share.
The love of flying now Everywhere.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.9,2011
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Baby Elephant Gets A Bath
Baby Elephant plays in a water basin he thinks is a tub,
he is sooo cute, rub a dub, dub.
He is in Thialand, where a lot of elephants roam,
he is not far from his adopted mother or home.
He looks like he is getting stuck,
but he is having fun, getting off the muck.
He wanted to get clean real fast,
he could of jumped into the river to have a bath.
Written By Christina Sunrise on December 27,2011
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Another Reason Why I Don't Keep A Gun In The House
The neighbors' dog will not stop barking.
He is barking the same high, rhythmic bark
that he barks every time they leave the house.
They must switch him on on their way out.
The neighbors' dog will not stop barking.
I close all the windows in the house
and put on a Beethoven symphony full blast
but I can still hear him muffled under the music,
barking, barking, barking,
and now I can see him sitting in the orchestra,
his head raised confidently as if Beethoven
had included a part for barking dog.
When the record finally ends he is still barking,
sitting there in the oboe section barking,
his eyes fixed on the conductor who is
entreating him with his baton
while the other musicians listen in respectful
silence to the famous barking dog solo,
that endless coda that first established
Beethoven as an innovative genius.
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Seal Pup Needs to Be Saved
Seal Pup Needs to Be Saved
Look at seal pup’s face in the snow,
Isn’t it cute and precious,
Then why do they have to go?
Go live in a zoo,
just kill them to get to their goo.
Goo of oil that comes sprouting out,
Making Mother Earth start to puot.
Now, a chain of events is happening here,
Every soul is affected,
do I make myself clear?
When will we start acting like
Custodians of Mother Earth that we love so dear?
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 4,2011
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Love of Flying
Houston Texas I was there,
when war planes flew in the air.
Yes, an air show with fighter jets,
flying through the air on many bets.
Making it safely to the ground,
pilots landing with no frowns.
Taking photos with pilots
who flew,
Chucky posed smiling gracefully too.
Chucky at 75,
learned to fly.
Yes, he would leave a message
saying he was in the air,
flying over Krendoll island without a care.
How I wish he was still here,
like Jean for they both share.
The love of flying now Everywhere.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.9,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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San Fransico 1988
Year was 1988,
went to San Francisco
feeling really great.
Went over the Golden Gate Bridge,
seeing Alcatraz where the criminals
used to live.
Bought a t-shirt souvenir,
never did keep it after
all those years.
Later went to Reno but
did not gamble,
Boyfriend drank
Bloody Marys while
I drank ice-tea like Snapple.
We flew into Houston on
the way home,
Mother in law told
Us to leave cause
Boyfriend smoked pot
and got stoned.
It was a fun experience
Wish longer it did last,
but too bad, leave
it to an old hag.
Written by Christina Sunrise Feb.18,2011
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Louise Fletcher All Smiles
Year was 2005
I had fun, Jim was still alive.
We went to the Gulfstream Hotel,
I shot photos of celebrities-
I remember it well.
I shot the nurse from
The “One Who Flew Over the Coockoo’s Nest”,
Louise Fletcher was very happy,
she was at her best.
Later that night
we went to her new movie
preview showing,
I photographed Louise again,
she was glowing.
Now I still have photos
of her with fellow cast members,
they are shot in time so everyone
can remember.
Written by Christina Sunrise on March 31,2011
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Lost Gem Of Mya’s
Bouncing to the ground, no one heard a sound.
For the Gem that was precious indeed,
Gem was for a necklace, not a ring.
Gem being so really small, was hard to see if at all.
Mya felt Gem’s absence and became sad with despair,
How could she find it “Out of thin air”?
Then Mya asked Sue if she had a clue.
Sue asked her angels for their help and guiding light,
Sue found it instantly right there on site.
Sue then tells Mya, “It was the angels that helped me”
Mya nodded her head and agreed,
for she believed because angels helped her mother,
find a precious object in the past, now Mya was grateful
for this Gem didn’t wind up in the trash.
Mya offered to take Sue out to eat as a thank you and a treat.
Sue thought that was very sweet, and thanked Mya
and the angels who found Mya’s Gem at her feet.
Written on Feb.2,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Teenage Runaway
TEENAGE RUNAWAY
I get a call on my home phone,
It is Mary asking me to come along.
She says to meet her
at the bowling alley,
She’s pregnant and really needs me.
I hop on a bus with bag for one,
not realizing my adventure had just begun.
We stayed in an abandoned
building that very night,
We went through the
broken window with all our might.
Now the very next day,
We go shoplifting
at grocery store and Tarjay.
That’s French for Target if you didn’t know
now I digress, let’s move once more.
Time goes on and things come to an end,
I have to go home and leave my best friend.
It was worth it all the while,
Helping a friend who would
one day have a child.
She had her baby in the fall,
I came to the hospital when she did call.
Baby was so cute, as can be,
She was the first child of my friend Mary.
Helping Mary I never did regret,
As a true friend my loyalty was met.
Written on Feb.21,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Win Me Over
Ice is like a man’s ego,
fun and easy to crush,
now don't feel bad baby,
your not going to get your lunch.
Your heart is frozen just like ice,
so don’t tell me to be nice.
For I am not your Peggy Sue,
doing whatever you tell me to do.
No, I’m your “Christina Sunrise”,
whose your precious “star prize”.
You have to win me over and make me realize,
that your worth your wait in gold,
I just want you to know-
Winning my heart is a matter of time,
better get to know me so I can shine.
Written on 1/17/2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Better Than Sunshine
Thoughts of you
are better than sunshine,
and sweeter than
cherry wine.
If I want to be happy
I think of you
in my mind,
then I feel fine.
Memories is
all that will be,
once we are
gone—you & me.
That’s once we are gone,
gone to the other side,
where everything is
just Divine.
So let’s make a memorie
that brings only smiles,
for they are better to
remember all the while.
Written on April 10.2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Graveyard Ghost
There was a graveyard by my house,
I saw a ghost while sleeping on the couch.
See I had just sprained my ankle,
and was upstairs,
I slept in the basement,
usually but my muscles I did tear.
So one night I woke up to see
what was hovering close to me.
A figure was at the foot of my bed,
it was a figure that I would soon dread,
Ghost whose body was long since dead.
I told him telepathically,
to get away and please do leave.
He put on the sweater that was at my feet,
I felt better and went back to sleep.
Now one month later I did see,
another figure outside by the tree.
He was waiting at the corner for a bus,
I thought was a human I did trust.
When I drove up to the corner
he had disappeared,
The bus was still coming,
it still wasn’t near.
Another ghost comes to see if I’m o.k,
that’s what my friend did say.
No harm from the ghosts across the street,
they keep to themselves unless you
were in pain like me.
Written on Feb.21,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Little Old Black Man
Little old black man picking up trash
he was a kind sould I can tell you that.
He said 'No matter how much I pick up,
there is always more, more than enough.'
It's true and it's a sad fact-
how people throw trash out the window
like the Earth was a trash can.
Written by Christina Sunrise on May 11,2012
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No Trash Or Stray Cats
What if we all picked up trash?
What if we never needed cash?
What if we all fed a stray cat?
What if we all worked out on a yoga mat?
What if we never needed to say “you are sorry”,
What if we only knew we are God’s Glory?
What if we all knew we are from the One Soul?
What if we remembered what we forgot what we know?
What if we all lived passed two hundred and three?
What if there was no more crime or purgatory?
What if there was no pollution and no need for a solution?
What if there was no war and killing,
What if no more oil drilling?
What if we all lived in a Highly Evolved Society?
Then we would know and do all of the above,
because we all came from a place of love.
Then of course there would be no trash or stray cats.
Written By Christina Sunrise on December 30,2011
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Summer Of 95
Suntanned face with chiseled nose,
lanky body with skin aglow.
Little did I know,
We become fast friends on the go.
Yes, dancing, drinking till 2 am.
We became the best of friends.
That was the summer of 95,
We both turned 29.
On your birthday you rented a limousine,
Cruising down downtown Minneapolis making a scene.
This was the summer I worked at the casino
making alot of doe.
Chucky was also alive in summer of 95.
Now I digress and do confess,
This was a fun summer I do like best,
You even said I’m not like the rest…
that I’m not like I’m from the Midwest.
Maybe I’m more like a Jersey girl,
just need some more curly curls.
Thank you my Brazilian friend
we had fun up till the end.
Thansk for the memories
your secrets are safe with me.
Written on Feb.7,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Emma Jean’s Free
Emma Jean is flying free,
flying over the fields of green,
For when she was on this plane,
she had to walk with a cane.
Now she’s free as free as can be,
with her beautiful colored wings.
Flying up through the trees,
She can see everything.
From colors bright to bold,
like pink, orange and gold.
Being a butterfly in the sky
she is so happy again in time.
Written by Christina Sunrise Feb.9,2011
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California Fate
Traveling far and traveling fast,
going to California at last.
Surprises await, so I must not hesitate,
I’ve seen the Golden bridge with the gate.
and also Big Bear Lake,
But this time I will seal my fate,
making Razel very Great,
but of course Melodie will have her say,
she will win the prize at the end of the day.
(May 21,2011)
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Little Birdy In A Cage
Little birdie in a cage,
all grown now,
you’ve come of age.
You can finally fly
and spread your wings,
flying on to happy things,
like flowers in meadows
to be found,
hearing bugs buzzing all around,
and other birds tweeting sounds.
Your free to fly across the land,
to see everything that’s very grand.
Written by Christina Sunrise on March 20,2011
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Runaway Jim
I had a dog.
His name was Jim
(Runaway, runaway, runaway)
Took all of my old clothes with him.
(Runaway, runaway, runaway)
Whoa-ooooooooooooooo oh Runaway Jim
Whoa-ooooooooooooooo oh Runaway Jim
He was twelve years old when his trip began,
(Runaway, runaway, runaway)
Hauling down the highway in my old sedan.
(Runaway, runaway, runaway.)
Whoa-ooooooooooooooo oh Runaway Jim
Whoa-ooooooooooooooo oh Runaway Jim
Now I wish someone'd tell me where old Jim went,
(Runaway, runaway, runaway)
'Cause he took all the money that I saved for rent.
(Runaway, runaway, runaway)
Whoa-ooooooooooooooo oh Runaway Jim
Whoa-ooooooooooooooo oh Runaway Jim
By the time he came home he was seventeen.
(Runaway, runaway, runaway)
That's a hundred nineteen to you and me.
(Runaway, runaway, runaway)
Whoa-ooooooooooooooo oh Runaway Jim
Whoa-ooooooooooooooo oh Runaway Jim
Now I'm gonna go up to the mountain.
(Runaway, runaway, runaway)
Singing for Jim who's swimming in the fountain.
(Runaway, runaway, runaway)
Whoa-ooooooooooooooo oh Runaway Jim
Whoa-ooooooooooooooo oh Runaway Jim
"By the time he came home..."
before the 1st break, and comes out of it with:
He ran away again on the night he died
(Runaway, runaway, runaway)
'Cause I knew I would miss him from the other side *
(Runaway, runaway, runaway)*
or
"Cause I knew I'd be with him on the other side
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