You Will Remember Me When
YOU WILL REMEMBER ME WHEN
Sitting in the NYC Barnes & Noble,
I met an old lady who was very bold.
Sitting there with her sheepish grin,
She made fun of everything.
Like the way Melodie looked,
She was mean and a schmook.
She talked to me like
she was the editor of Reader’s Digest,
“You’ll never be like Dr. Suess,
for he is the best,
you don’t have a chance
for he’s the best.”
Now after she was finished
with her ranting stuff,
I said with my voice a gruff.
“I will be famous one day,
and you will regret every
word you say.”
Now I realize I developed
the NYC style, really frank
But with with a smile.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.6,2011
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You'll Regret Every Word You Say
Sitting in the NYC Barnes & Noble,
I met an old lady who was very bold.
Sitting there with her sheepish grin,
she made fun of everything.
Like the way Melodie looked,
she was mean and a schmook.
She talked to me like
she was the editor of Reader’s Digest,
acting like a professional trying to impress.
“You’ll never be like Dr. Suess,
for he is the very best,
you don’t have a chance
your like all the rest.”
Now after she was finished
with her ranting stuff,
I said with my voice a gruff.
“I will be famous one day,
and you will regret every
word you say.”
Now I realize I developed
the NYC style,
really frank but with with a smile,
just like Razel who is very blunt,
I wish she was there that day
to tell off this nut.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.6,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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You'll Regret Every Word You Say
Sitting in the NYC Barnes & Noble,
I met an old lady who was very bold.
Sitting there with her sheepish grin,
she made fun of everything.
Like the way Melodie looked,
she was mean and a schmook.
She talked to me like
she was the editor of Reader’s Digest,
acting like a professional trying to impress.
“You’ll never be like Dr. Suess,
for he is the very best,
you don’t have a chance
your like all the rest.”
Now after she was finished
with her ranting stuff,
I said with my voice a gruff.
“I will be famous one day,
and you will regret every
word you say.”
Now I realize I developed
the NYC style,
really frank
but with with a smile,
just like Razel who is very blunt,
I wish she was there that day
to tell off this nut.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.6,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Hello Puppit Lady
Dedicated to Jim Atkins 1936-2008
"Hello PuppIt 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 PuppIt Lady, but Razel puppit 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.
Puppit Lady fame was tough
The toughest role you ever played
with comics scrutinizing everything you said.
But Lake Worth created a Superstar
just ask me your good friend Jim sitting at Ray's bar.
and I'm so glad I have known you but you were always far and away
your candles still burn brightly by UniCandle unicorn's magical flame.
Hello PuppIt Lady your more than our PuppIt Lady,
and your much more than Razel, and your doll Melodie Mezoree'.
Hello PuppIt 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.
Hello Puppit Lady from the old man in the 3rd row
Thank you for the memories At Ray's,
South Shores and Rumshack comedy show.
I am glad to have known you…
But you were always far and away-
Your candles will always burn brightly
because will still have Razel and Melodie Mezoree'."
poem by Suzae Chevalier (14 April 2010)
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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.
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Funny Conversations
Sitting in Barnes and Noble I overhear,
“That’s nothing my dear,
My mother, father and sister died in the same year.
and I never really tell anyone this,
so don’t look like such a mess.”
Now, this sounds like a tragedy,
I laughed to myself is more like a comedy.
It was like an over exaggeration,
why would a lady say it so loud,
for this kind of situation.
Sitting in McDonalds I over hear an idiom,
“He doesn’t have a pot to piss in,
or a window to throw it out of”
I laughed to myself for I never heard the last phrase,
It was so funny it made my day.
Now you can hear funny conversations everywhere,
if you care to listen and be aware…
of the funny things that people do say,
their conversations might brighten your day.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 21,2011
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Melodie's Ride Home
Melodie to loves to hear the saxophone
she listens to it on her way home.
Sitting next to the sax player on the subway
she is happy inside and is very gay.
She does not want to leave at all
even though she is quite small.
Humans across from her on the other side
look at her in amazement
they are shocked inside.
That doesn't bother Melodie for she
is filled with pride—
Listening to lovely music on her subway ride.
Written by Puppit Lady on September 27,2012
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Bottom
Lift your head up from the clouds
I know that you're shaking
Breaking down
How could you leave me
Garbage can
Never want to be your understand
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Lord can you help me get this weight off my shoulders
Can you help me I think I'm getting older
The pain that you left me deep within
How can I live living in sin
And you know that I've tried
And you know
Lord knows I've tried every day of my life
Sitting at the bottom, sitting at the bottom with you
Sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom, sitting at the bottom
How many times I gotta say
That you're never ever gonna get your way
Down in the gutter as I decay
Where you gonna leave me
Let me be
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me understand
And you know that I've tried
Don't you know
Lord knows I've tried every day of my life
Sitting at the bottom, I'm sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
Now I'm sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom, sitting at the bottom with you
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Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will never hurt me
[x2]
Sticks and stones breaking my bones
No your words aren't never gonna hurt me
And you know that I've tried
And you know
Lord knows I've tried every day of my life
Sitting at the bottom, sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
Now i'm sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
song performed by by Puddle Of Mudd
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The Place
Under the shade
On the north side
Of an old Victorian home
There is a place
Chained from its roof
Is a simple swing
This swing created
The 'Place'
The place away from all chaos
While sitting there.......
Imagination can take you
To 'your place '
Once while I was sitting there
I let myself travel
To a day
That felt like it had no end..
I looked at that 'swing' now
Being pushed from side to side
By winds without time
Its loneliness makes me shed a tear.
There was a time
The swing and I
Were not alone
A day I still remember passionately
It had no end
The day darkened to night
Its end was only the light.
The sky changed
Weaved in colors of blues
Progressively going to black
Light of stars breaking through the darkness
The end of this day was only the beginning
Beside me
Was a fine lady
Fair and kind
Once upon a time
Her hand
grasped inside mine
Small and simple
This kind affection
Given to me
There came an end
To an endless day
That lady kind and fair
Said 'She was not there
For me
Today I will shed another tear
And another tear
For that lady dear
I will never forget
Sitting on that swing
Complications and commitments
Of life pulled her hand away from me
Thinking to myself
Was her hand really in mine
Once upon a time
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Bora Bora 2005
In a taxi I did ride,
having such a fun time.
It was Bora Bora the island
in the south.
It was such a fun time
without a doubt.
Driving with a guy in a dress,
you don't believe me?
Oh, yes…
His boyfriend was in the backseat.
Wholly pete! but he was really sweet,
and small as can be.
Drove up the mountainside,
ate mangos and saw
skirts made with die.
Then I did shop and buy,
something that caught my eye.
A straw hat for my puppet,
she wore it sitting on a tuffet.
Taxi driver did receive,
button of me and Melodie.
Same with people off
the cruise ship,
they video taped me
taking a dip.
At Bora Bora's hotel,
please don't tell.
For I did crash the beach,
with my doll Mel.
Then a lady at pearl jewelry store,
recognized me from before,
but couldn't think of what for.
She's sitting in the executive suite
thought I was sweet and as a treat,
I could stay in Bora Bora for free.
Jewelry lady did finally realize,
she saw me on the button
buttoned to dress of taxi guy,
happy with all smiles and sunshine.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on Feb 21,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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The Words Of Aaron
Maybe the years have told you
Do you remember when life was just a new day?
You know the story dont you?
The one they told you when life was slipping away
Aah! look at the brand new day
Sitting here upon the milky way
Aah! look at the dancing girls
Sitting holding hands across the world
You got a brand new lady
Just like the one you left down in some other place
Reading all the letters
Saw your face coming through on the ouija board
Aah! look at the brand new day
Sitting here upon the milky way
Aah! look at the dancing girls
Sitting holding hands across the world
You heard the words of aaron
He spoke the truth in these things both great and small
You can throw away the ashes
You sweep them over the world on your own accord
Did you know the real answer?
Youd see the kind of mistakes that you cant afford
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Sitting In An Empty House
Sitting in an emtpy house
Waiting for the phone to ring
Sitting in an empty house
Wanting someone to call about anything
Sitting in an house
Just a cat for company
Sitting in an empty house
Will someone please take time for me?
Sitting in an empty house
No one knows I'm so alone
Sitting in an empty house
The pain I feel remains unknown
04/29/06
Minnesota 2009
Alarm goes off it’s 3: 30 am.
I have to get ready for Kinkos again.
I leave in car with my closet friend Ev.
off to Minnesota for we are in Wisconsin,
traveling on highway to Cities with the word Twin.
He drops me off at Kinko’s which used to be open all night,
this was in the year 2009.
I’m busy drawing cartoons for my children books that glow,
I color in the illustrations with colored pencils layed out in a row.
I become friends with Kinkos employee,
she helps me make color copies for free.
I hurry and design to books with butterflies,
books are about Melodie and Sarah who become princess that fly.
Now that same year I have a show,
it is at bookstore named Barnes & Noble.
Kinko’s friend gives me her wicker chair,
I have buy costumes and make dolls with a flair.
I even have friends mail up birthday crown,
I give out “Sarah’s Special Birthday” flyers all over town.
It was a good turnout for the birthday show,
children wore blue costumes with wings a glow.
A lady buys a costume and 2 books are sold.
Butterfly books are finished once I get home.
Photos of Barnes & Noble where not shot by luck,
they were expertly shot by my friend Chuck.
Barnes & Noble photos on website to this day,
to show memories of transpired that day.
Reading was on Harry Potter, JKR Rowling birthday.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 28,2011
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Don’t Hurt My Melodie
Don’t hurt my Melodie,
Because she is fragile and she’s weak.
Don’t ruin her song,
For her music is for when things starting looking bleak.
For Melodie is the child within that cries when she is scolded,
She kicks and screams to stop from being molded
Into the perfect abiding child
Who can’t express feelings, needs and wants,
to an adult who acts very non chalant.
So don’t hurt my Melodie, for she’s the keeper at my gate,
she let’s me know when I am sad, or when she is feeling great! ! !
Don’t hurt my Melodie, by telling her simple little lies,
because she can detect the truth from your simply alibis.
For you can’t fool Melodie for she is the child within,
she knows when you are faking it with your forced little grin.
Written by Suzae Chevalier 1995
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Save your tears
I still remember that night,
the night i made a vow,
a vow not to cry
until i saw you crying beside me.
You tell me you need to say
something important.
you tell me you have to leave,
and your sorry.
a tear runs down your cheek,
and i feel the tears start to come down,
but you stop me, saying
Save your tears, for some one who deserves them.
And i remember, that same night
the night you were packing,
and walking to the station.
i was sitting in my room,
crying my eyes out,
for you.
I remember sitting there for hours
with a blank expression,
plastered to my face.
Then it really sunk in,
the fact you were gone,
forever.
And since that night,
the worst night of my life,
the night you had abandoned me,
I have never cried.
poem by Daichi Nomura
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In An Aquarium
We were sitting
Just sitting
By the hotel pool
With my mothers cousin
Just sitting
As if
Nothing
Was
Wrong
Or, it looked that way
To the people walking by
Looking through the glass walls
Like we were fish in an aquarium
We were, in a way
There was, after all, water
Also, there is no way
You'd know
If a fish had just confessed
To
Its
Mother
That it had been
Sexually
Abused
By its father
There is no way
You'd know
That they had just ran away from home
Leaving only a note that said
'Fred, we've gone to a hotel'
Just like
Nothing
Was
Wrong
There's no way
To know
What someone is feeling
When they're
In
An
Aquarium
poem by Sparklle Rainne
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Memories of Love
I still remember the day I met you,
You were sitting in a cafe, with a friend or two.
You looked up at me,
With those big eyes of yours.
And I could suddenly see,
I was in love for sure.
We hardly talked,
Just standing there.
You just looked at me,
And of the world, I became unaware.
I left a moment later,
I was to meet a friend, I met her.
But my thoughts were still with you.
dreamed of those moments few.
With a heavy heart the next day,
I passed the same old cafe.
But you were still sitting there,
As if u had appeared out of nowhere.
I blinked my eyes to make sure,
But you didn't disappear.
Instead jumped up with a smile,
And I felt like dancing for a while.
We sat down together,
In that misty weather.
And talked for hours on end,
ill darkness decided to descend.
Oh! What a day that was,
I will never forget because,
That day I realized,
Love is heaven on earth in disguise.
poem by Dipti Date Gokhale
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Dark Lady
Music :ulrich roth
Lyrics:ulrich roth
Sitting alone in the doghouse
Thinking of you all the time
Sighing, crying
Sitting alone in the doghouse
Thinking of you all the time
Sighing, crying
Dark lady
Sitting alone by my window
Counting the stars of the night
Waiting, hating
Sitting alone by my window
Counting the stars of the night
Waiting, hating
Dark lady
Sitting and watching the sunrise
Darkness is filling my eyes
Sighing, crying
Sitting and watching the sunrise
Darkness is filling my eyes
Sighing, crying
Dark lady
song performed by by Scorpions
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Whom do you want to sit with?
Sitting with wise people makes you wise
Sitting with rich people increases your pride
Sitting with unfortunates makes you humble
Sitting with ignorant makes you more puzzle
Sitting with traitors can make you traitors too
Along whom do you sit with, it is up to you!
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Sitting In The Midday Sun
(sung by the tramp)
Im sitting by the side of a river
Underneath the pale blue sky
Ive got no need to worry, Im in no hurry
Im looking at the world go by.
Just sitting in the midday sun,
Just soaking up that currant bun,
With no particular purpose or reason
Sitting in the midday sun.
Everybody say Im lazy
They all tell me get a job you slob,
Id rather be a hobo walking round with nothing
Than a rich man scared of losing all hes got.
So Im just sitting in the midday sun
Just soaking up that currant bun,
Why should I have to give my reasons
For sitting in the midday sun
Oh look at all the ladies
Looking their best in their summer dresses,
Oh sitting in the sun.
Ive got no home,
Ive got no money
But who needs a job when its sunny. wah wah.
I havent got a steady occupation
And I cant afford a telephone.
I havent got a stereo, radio or video
A mortgage, overdraft, a bank loan.
The only way that I can get my fun
Is by sitting in the midday sun
With no particular purpose or reason
Sitting in the midday sun.
Oh listen to the people,
Say Im a failure and Ive got nothing,
Ah but if they would only see
Ive got my pride,
Ive got no money,
But who needs a job when its sunny. wah wah.
Everybody thinks Im crazy,
And everybody says Im dumb,
But when I see the people shouting at each other
Id rather be an out of work bum.
So Im just sitting in the midday sun
Just soaking up that currant bun,
With no particular purpose or reason
Sitting in the midday sun.
song performed by by Kinks
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Sitting In The Middle Of It
My heart feels like it's split open wide and bleeding.
As I'm sitting in the middle of it.
Nothing I had lived prepared me for what I had to see.
As I'm,
Sitting in the middle of it.
I do feel guilty.
I am no saint.
I am not trying to hide away,
What it is that I'm feeling.
I do feel guilty.
I am no saint.
I am not trying to hide away,
What it is that I'm feeling.
Sitting in the middle of it...
I am no saint.
I'm not trying to hide away,
What it is that I'm feeling.
Sitting in the middle of it...
I do feel guilty.
But I'll never hide away from you...
My feelings.
Sitting in the middle of it...
I do feel guilty.
But I'll never hide away from you...
My feelings.
Sitting in the middle of it...
I am no saint.
And I'll never hide from you...
My feelings.
And I'll,
Never hide from you...
My feelings.
And I'll,
Never hide from you...
My feelings.
Sitting in the middle of it.
Sitting in the middle of it,
And I'm...
Sitting in the middle of it.
Sitting in the middle of it,
And I'm...
Sitting in the middle of it.
Sitting in the middle of it,
And I'm...
Sitting in the middle of it.
And I'm...
Sitting in the middle of it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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