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I bought Shieka pup for Laddy so he would'nt be withdrawn.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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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I bought Shieka pup for Laddy so he would'nt be withdrawn.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.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Jessica The Designer
Jessica who has a quick mind,
helped me re-write Unfreezing Prince Emeray
with words that did not need to rhyme.
Yes, Jessica made my book into a story tale,
her words made it turn out more than just well.
Book was originally written as a play,
she helped redesign the interior to make it
a great celebration for Sarah Star's birthday.
Jessica now lives in the far west,
Thanks Jessica for making
Unfreezing Prince Emeray the best.
Also Very Happy Valentine to you and your family,
many thanks also from Sarah, Emeray and Melodie.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on February 14,2012
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Bill Bradley is a serious politician and if Al Gore stumbles seriously, then Bradley is there to take advantage of that.
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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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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Sorry (1)
Saying sorry
Isn't just saying it
It's meaning it to
Meaning it with heart
Meaning it with soul
If you just say it
Just to say it
It's like lying to yourself
Sorry is a two way street
He says he's sorry
She says she sorry
It just works that way
But if you don't mean it
Then it's just a word
Just a plain, stupid word
Sorry
Tierra Bradley
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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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My Time is Up
My hearts beating
My vein's throbbing
Is it my time
Is my time up
I'm in the car
The car is screaking
Is it my time
Is my time up
The other car is trying to stop
What's wrong with his brakes?
Is it my time
Is my time up
The car slams into me
I see a light
Is it my time
Is my time up
I hear people around me
Doctors? Passengers? God?
Wasn't it my time
Wasn't my time up
They were doctors
And I was in a hospital
It isn't my time
My time isn't up
Tierra Bradley
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Badfinger
Bandfinger is a British rock band,
Paul McCartney writes a song that makes them land,
land on top of the charts, they are off to a great start.
New manager is signed, but all money is spent,
they are famous but can't pay the rent,
Two band members want to leave this life,
one left a note, the other does decide
he wants to be with him,
So does something really grim.
I meet Joey Molland who is lead singer now,
He's at the Aurora Borealis studios.
I go to see Joey's new Badfinger band,
at the Taste of MN and in Wisconsin Cheese land,
I had already met Bad Finger's bass electric guitarist and Mark is his name,
I record my audio books at Cottage House which is not lame.
In the front of the Cottage House is a mansion quite charming
it has offices in it and an alarm for alarming.
Anyways, I recorded "Razel Sings the Blues" and
"Unfreezing Prince Emeray" and "Sarah's Special Birthday".
Even audio of "UniCandle's Flame"
Mark's daughter was in "Sarah's Special Birthday",
She played Sarah who talked to Melodie,
she was a little shy, but she was really sweet.
Now, best wishes to Mark's daughter for her artist career,
She was an original artist and very sincere.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 26,2011
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Jealousy
'The Roman Catholic Church has never forgiven us for converting Sir Arthur Conan Doyle from his Agnosticism; and when Men like Mr. Dennis Bradley can no longer be Content with the old Faith, a Spirit of Jealousy is naturally roused.'
-A Spiritualist Paper
She sat upon her Seven Hills
She rent the scarlet robes about her,
Nor yet in her two thousand years
Had ever grieved that men should doubt her;
But what new horror shakes the mind
Making her moan and mutter madly;
Lo! Rome's high heart is broken at last
Her foes have borrowed Dennis Bradley.
If she must lean on lesser props
Of earthly fame or ancient art,
Make shift with Raphael and Racine
Put up with Dante and Descartes,
Not wholly can she mask her grief
But touch the wound and murmur sadly,
'These lesser things are theirs to love
Who lose the love of Mr. Bradley.'
She saw great Origen depart
And Photius rend the world asunder,
Her cry to all the East rolled back
In Islam its ironic thunder,
She lost Jerusalem and the North
Accepting these arrangements gladly
Until it came to be a case
Of Conan Doyle v. Dennis Bradley.
O fond and foolish hopes that still
In broken hearts unbroken burn,
What if, grown weary of new ways,
The precious wanderer should return
The Trumpet whose uncertain sound
Has just been cracking rather badly
May yet within her courts remain
His Trumpet-blown by Dennis Bradley.
His and her Trumpet blown before
The battle where the good cause wins
Louder than all the Irish harps
Or the Italian violins;
When armed and mounted like St. Joan
She meets the mad world riding madly
Under the Oriflamme of old
Crying, 'Mont-joie St. Dennis Bradley!'
But in this hour she sorrows still,
Though all anew the generations
Rise up and call her blessed, claim
Her name upon the new born Nations
But still she mourns the only thing
She ever really wanted badly;
The sympathy of Conan Doyle
The patronage of Dennis Bradley.
poem by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
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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.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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The Call of the Wild
Karen Gillan, Harrison Ford, Bradley Whitford, Dan Stevens, Jean Louisa Kelly, Cara Gee, Wes Brown, Omar Sy
by Michael Green from The Call of the Wild (2020)
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Curious George
Meeting George for the very first time,
at the play entitled "Zombies Come To Life".
He was sitting in the aisle,
I told him to sit by me and then I smiled.
George believed in me and my art,
he told my parents from the start.
He knew I was talented and smart.
He was like a Dad I never had,
"George helped me which I'm glad."
I am appreciative more then you know,
he got me to Florida and a trip to Mexico.
Now George told me some time ago,
"Finish your book series
and then you will make
your rainbow of gold."
Written By Suzae Chevalier on January 5,2012
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Probably my mother. She was a very compassionate woman, and always kept me on my feet. And I think part of it is just the way you are, the way you're raised. And she had the responsibility for raising me.
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We say that a girl with her doll anticipates the mother. It is more true, perhaps, that most mothers are still but children with playthings.
quote by F.H. Bradley
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I did anything that would get me on the air.
quote by Ed Bradley
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Another occupation might have been better.
quote by F.H. Bradley
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The mood in which my book was conceived and executed, was in fact to some extent a passing one.
quote by F.H. Bradley
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You can work hard to sharpen your talent, to get better at whatever it is that you do, and I think that's what it comes back to.
quote by Ed Bradley
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But you know, I always said that no one else on my block was on the radio, and it was fun.
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