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
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Bora Bora Button
Riding in a taxi around the mountain side
I was in Bora Bora have a very funtime.
I was with Melodie and Razel who wore
their island gowns-
we were being driven all around Bora Bora's towns.
Taxi driver was sweet and Melodie said so
she gave him a button that sparkled not glowed.
He wore on his dress to the Pearl Jewelry store,
the pearl jewelry owner remembered Melodie
who she adored.
For we met her in the airports first class waiting room
she recognized Melodie first as Melodie sang her tune.
Jewelry store lady said "I saw you on a button when the
taxi driver came in—he was very happy to have met you both—
he is a true fan."
One day I will go back and visit, I hope his button is holding up
if not I will give many more he can wear around to the shops.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on June 27,2012
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Bora Bora Connection
Bora Bora was an island with strong connection
I believe I lived there in a past life
I did not need a past life regression.
The Air Tahiti Nui logo is a flower that I draw
it is in my Sarah's Special Birthday book
I never before saw.
I also have a birthday ceremonial chair
they use the same chair in these islands
when people get married-
it has an extra flair.
Now Paul Gauguin was a French painter
who painted a fruit basket with a knife—
I would like to revisit Bora Bora
like Gauguin did who lived there at end of his life.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on April 17,2012
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Bloody Mary's Bora Bora
Driving up Bora Bora's hills
Cab driver told me he got the thrill
The thrill of having Chuck Norris in his cab
he lived on the island which was never drab.
I went to the restaurant Bloody Marys
where there is a sign
a sign to show you who entered that was
famous some point in time.
They told me at the bar
that Pamela Anderson was one such star-
there was a long list carved in wood
it would be great to be apart.
Then of course we took photos
by statues surrounded by plants
restaurant had a sand floor
but there was no ants.
It is at the southern tip of Pofai Bay,
it was a fun time I have to say.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on April 17,2012
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Donald Trump's Safe Kept Secret By Suzae Chevalier
Light bulbs flash and celebrity smiles,
all for a photo in "Fashion & Style".
Now at Palm Beach Today,
photographer Sue Chevalier,
snaps photos of Donald & Melania
on the morning of Easter Sunday.
Just around the same time that year,
Melania conceived a gift that was very dear.
Now Sue heard the news and never did brag,
she was not a squealer who makes money on rag mags.
Unlike a photographer who heard 'your fired' with no tears,
selling photos of Donald's wedding so 'cavalier'.
But of course at that time Sue was not near,
she was in Bora Bora having fun times with good cheer.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on Jan.31,2011
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Religious Zealot
He rose from the sea
On the third day of his death
A murmuring night
A haar, breathing to the shores
Of the Bay of Bengal
Silent sea mist
A whispering: Bora, Bora my love
Forget me not.
The saint’s longing for purity
Drowned in terror and blood.
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Theodora
Hyacinth windows made of Chrome
Out the door the madness roars
See the summer vines glow with thyme
Vassels of the Queen of light
Beautiful as mysterious Bora Bora
Deep and lovely like poetess Theodora
Shall I suffer like shells without a sea
You are the wine of Chaucer
Fields of silver verse
I am the prisoner of your charm
She is the gracious moon adorned
Longing for sweet beauty of Theodora
Fountains of joy tresses the summer
She ponders like a breeze of lovers
Fruit trees with blossoms so true
Starlings sing in seas of blue
Some Goddesses are angels of lore
Hear the bells ring for elegant Theodora
Laurels strewn in the fire of night
Candles watch the shadows flight
She is a glade by a river of romance
My desire is not waned or fenced
My garden I am cold and torn
Waiting for the fire of Theodora
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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
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Uncle Lenny
There is an Italian who lives in New York City,
he is a sweetheart, he thinks I'm pretty.
He came down to see me and took me out to eat,
we talked of a stalker who lives on his street.
Yes, he is handsome for his age,
stalker lady goes through his mail reading one page.
Now Uncle Lenny has seen it all,
in NYC taxi cab he drove tourists with alot of gall.
Yes, Uncle Lenny drove a NYC taxi cab,
A safe driver award plaque he does have.
Now we went to Tampa and I heard some ghosts,
He said he didn't hear any for his ears are toast.
He's sweetheart who thinks of me,
He left surprises in my luggage for me to keep.
Now Uncle Lenny still can drive,
He is quick and has a sharp keen eye.
Thanks Uncle Lenny for the happy memories,
it was fun and very interesting!
(By Suzae Chevalier on August 10,2011)
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Remittance Man
Sinner on the mainland
Hes a sinner on the sea
He looks for absolution
Not accountability
How many destinations
Oh God hes seen them all
He collects his precious pittance
Never a port of call
Remittance man
Blacksheep of the family clan
Broke too many rules along the way
Remittance man
So far away from home
No theyll never understand
The remittance man
A man of empty pockets
From jingling his change
The idleness and grieving
For all that he retains
By the harbour lights of sydney
Or the bora bora moon
He recites his sad confession
To the seagulls and the loons
Remittance man
Blacksheep of the family clan
Broke too many rules along the way
Remittance man
So far away from home
No theyll never understand
The remittance man
Well you can claim that you were born a prince
But youre the only one you can convince
Survivor with no livelihood
That you could ever make it good
But still you dream of what you can pretend
An unexpected passenger
Boarded in marseilles
An angel full of tenderness
She gave her heart away
She was but a gypsy
He was just a stray
They almost made a miracle but it slowly slipped away
So he follows the equator
With a wish to run aground
Its a very vicious circle
Goin round and round and round
And he watches from the fantail
As the mainland disappears
Just like the flying dutchman
Hes a prisoner of his fears
Remittance man
Blacksheep of the family clan
Broke too many rules along the way
Remittance man
So far away from home
No theyll never understand
No theyll never understand
No theyll never understand
The remittance man
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Safeguard the words
Like ‘white coins for the black days’
To create the speech no money can buy
To obliterate black and white in a clear sky
Qutation taken from ‘Unclean blood’ by Bora Stankovic
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Razel Rhymes
There is a puppet that does rhyme
her name is Razel, she is one of a kind.
www.razelrhymes.com has Razel with funny hair
photos taken in NYC's Time Square.
Her daughter Melodie who is a doll
has photos on the subway having a ball.
Both Razel and Melodie do the town
people watching, even scared with frowns.
Photo with girl in the background
she is shocked for it's Razel she has found.
Found posing in front of the library of NYC
Razel of course thinks herself so pretty.
More photos taken in the taxi cab
cab driver thinks funny and starts to laugh.
Razel and Melodie will soon will arrive
at a law firm to stay the night.
Yes, lawyer will tell me if they will make the grade
to be copyrighted as stuffed toys to be safe.
They will be shipped then to my house FedEx
I write a poem about Melodie who I like best.
Entitled "I Miss My Melodie" which will be in "Puppet Poems"
it's about how Melodie might not make it home.
Melodie and Razel arrive in box from the "City That Never Sleeps"
they had a long travel in a box while counting sheep.
Luckily I have the photos of those 2 recorded in 2010
it was a fun experience for the both of them.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 25,2012
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Uncle Lenny
There is an Italian who lives in New York City,
he is a sweetheart, he thinks I’m pretty.
He came down to see me and took me out to eat,
we talked of a stalker who lives on his street.
Yes, he is handsome for his age,
stalker lady goes through his mail reading one page.
Now Uncle Lenny has seen it all,
in NYC taxi cab he drove tourists with alot of gall.
Yes, Uncle Lenny drove a NYC taxi cab,
A safe driver award plaque he does have.
Now we went to Tampa and I heard some ghosts,
He said he didn’t hear any for his ears are toast.
He’s sweetheart who thinks of me,
He left surprises in my luggage for me to keep.
Now Uncle Lenny still can drive,
He is quick and has a sharp keen eye.
Thanks Uncle Lenny for the happy memories,
it was fun and very interesting!
(By Suzae Chevalier on August 10, 2011)
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No, in Lethal Weapon I was a taxi cab driver that Mel jumps in front of the taxi and pulls me out of the car and steals the taxi. Then I did some other indie driving for some of the car sequences.
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Razel Rhymes
There is a puppet that does rhyme
her name is Razel, she is one of a kind.
www.razelrhymes.com has Razel with funny hair
photos taken in NYC's Time Square.
Her daughter Melodie who is a doll
has photos on the subway having a ball.
Both Razel and Melodie do the town
people watching, even scared with frowns.
Photo with girl in the background
she is shocked for it's Razel she has found.
Found posing in front of the library of NYC
Razel of course thinks herself so pretty.
More photos taken in the taxi cab
cab driver thinks funny and starts to laugh.
Razel and Melodie will soon will arrive
at a law firm to stay the night.
Yes, lawyer will tell me if they will make the grade
to be copyrighted as stuffed toys to be safe.
They will be shipped then to my house FedEx
I write a poem about Melodie who I like best.
Entitled "I Miss My Melodie" which will be in "Puppet Poems"
it's about how Melodie might not make it home.
Melodie and Razel arrive in box from the "City That Never Sleeps"
they had a long travel in a box while counting sheep.
Luckily I have the photos of those 2 recorded in 2010
it was a fun experience for the both of them.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 25,2012
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Waiting for the bus.....(for Karen)
The market place was closin'
my feet were nearly frozen
I tried to see the bus come through the snow.
But even though I strained
no bus ever came
and I wished I were in bed, that night,
back home
Then behold, we saw a Taxi
Mother said 'oh should we,
baby's cold, ain't that what money's for? '
So she held up a free hand
and hailed that taxi man.
I'd never been in a taxi cab before.
It was big and bright and black,
and we sat up at the back,
the man who drove it was so very nice.
I snuggled up to mum
She said ‘you warmer hon? '
And I fell fast asleep upon her lap.
It was the best ride I'd ever had
in that black taxi cab.
I thought my mum
the best that there could be!
When I was three
and she hailed a cab for me.
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Melodie's Song
because i'm the smallest of them all
i don't do things that are tall.
i have more magic per inch of stuffing
as you can see i'm not bluffing
bluffing when i say
i can make every child have a 'very happy birthday! '
oooh, oooh, how i really like being a smal doll!
oooh, oooh, how i like not being tall!
oooh, oooh, i am sooo happy, happy as can be!
i'm your intergalatic doll named melodie!
i like visit different places and look for birds in the trees.
'oooh, oooh, i'm melodie!
the happy doll whose really small as small as can be!
song by me! melodie! The Krendoll doll
Written by Puppit Lady on October 5,2010
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Bahamas 2008
On a cruise ship I did sail,
going to the Bahamas
remembering it well.
Listening to bands that played,
dance hits of their day,
That's when the word
"happy" meant "gay".
Taking photos on the deck,
eating lobster, shrimp and steak.
Raining when ship does land,
can not sunbathe on the sand.
Walking around to see the sights,
Bahama's tote bag I did buy,
Along with 2 handmade
dolls pale and white.
One with black hair,
other with yellow.
One doll evil
other doll mellow.
Names "Razel" and "Melodie"
are sewn into each
separate doll,
in a craft like
looking mall.
Photos taken of dolls with me,
even Bahamian lady very pleased.
I put them in my Bahama's tote,
More sightseeing before
getting on boat.
Walking around the town,
bargains everywhere to be found.
Now I will go back
some day again,
with a more interesting friend.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on Feb.24,2011
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Lady Gaga Meets Suzae
Sparkling white beautiful hair,
You see her dress begin to flare
up on center stage we all stare.
Now what is Skunky
thinking emailing pics to share,
to Lady Gaga of Suzae
Poet Extraordinaire?
Why the Lady herself thought
in a creepy kind of way,
she somehow resembled Suzae Chevalier.
Now as far as Skunky is concerned
Gaga thought he looked like her
Italian boyfriend minus the sideburns.
Wouldn’t it be funny when Gaga’s tour begins to end,
on Suzae’s birthday they would become dear friends?
Written by Christina Sunrise on Jan.31,2011
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The White Lady of Balete Drive
In my country there's a frightening story
Called the white lady of Balete Drive
And though the witnesses there have been many
The story is a legend that's still alive.
They say there was a beautiful young lady
Who went riding a taxi quite late
Alone in that taxi and the driver took a fancy
She met rape and murder as her fate.
Although there was no proof of a body
And the mystery had for years eluded ending,
The street Balete Drive became eerie
For a white lady there was appearing.
Some say she would flag down a taxi and ride
Through the same route, the drivers say.
But from the rearview mirror, there's no one inside
And the drivers, in horror, would run away.
Those who now ply this Balete Drive
Will speed through the street at night
They will not stop, for the dead or alive
And certainly not for that lady in white!
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Kelly Girls
There was three girls,
Erin, Nora and Claire,
they all had thick wavy hair.
Now they loved to act in plays,
I saw them on the stage.
They were actresses at best,
they were videotaped on my Krendoll set.
They dressed up with costumes on,
colorful playful gowns.
I took them also to a recording studio,
recorded their voices and taped them on video.
They watched me in one of my plays,
I was acting with my doll Melodie Mezoree'
On Claire's door is picture of Melodie doll,
Claire colored her with markers and all.
Fun times with the Kelly Girls,
I wish them the best in the World.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on November 13,2011
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