Dream State
I know my long hair caught your eye-
as you where driving by.
Luckily that was the hook
besides my sparkling eyes and sexy look.
You point to numbers on your truck
your numbers stands for 'angels' not for luck.
Now there many times I would see your face
on other roads of time and space.
Yes, in the surreal dream state
I'ld see you in the past a different date.
So this is the first poem, not the last-
the scenery changes-
time speeds up fast.
For an ice spell could ruin your chance-
get in the way of your sacred dance.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 31,2012
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Angel Number 444
Number comes in on my phone—
But I don't know if it's from a gnome.
Maybe an angel for the numbers show
The number 444.
The time of the call was the numbers above
Maybe sent by an angel or a secret dove.
So it gave me hope that I am still here—
My angels are everywhere.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 31,2012
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Year 1894
The Year Was 1894
A year I can't ignore.
I saw an image in a dream
it was surreal consciousness stream.
I saw a motorcycle and the blue eyed boy-
I was filled with joy.
Then I started to cry in my gut
something bad had happened
I was distraught.
Dream fades and with tears in my eyes-
I don't know if this is a past life.
But left an impression on me—
will find out if tragedy.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 29,2012
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Angel Number 444
Number comes in on my phone—
But I don't know if it's from a gnome.
Maybe an angel for the numbers show
The number 444.
The time of the call was the numbers above
Maybe sent by an angel or a secret dove.
So it gave me hope that I am still here—
My angels are everywhere.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 31,2012
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Your Angels Are Always With You
Your angels are with you through all of your past lives
they know all your pain and suffering
and what you feel inside.
Your anges are with you all the time
they are pure love and are your guide.
So listen to that still voice
it is your angels giving you a better choice.
Written on November 17,2012 by Suzae Chevalier
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I'm Your Fantasy
I'm your fantasy don't you see,
even at night you dream about me.
You are spellbound by my mystic,
I'm like a rare diamond at its peak.
Sparkling and shimmering is my magic spell,
I had control over you and how you fell.
Fell for me and my made up fantasy life,
you don't really know me after all this time.
My life story unravels before your eyes,
your like a red cherry caught in the vines,
you are drunk on me and don't know your own mind.
Look at my photos, read all of my poems,
you try to figure me out even though it's plain as the driven snow,
you don't know what's in front of your very own nose.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 3,2011
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Alias Poem
Many selves with personalities I do have
I have different alias for you to understand.
Christina Sunrise writes about planet Earth
Suzae Chevalier writes about life since birth.
Sue Chevalier writes of characters on Krendoll land
Suzae is the visual artist, performing artist
paints and uses oral presentations to understand.
Now don't forget Puppit Lady for Razel has a voice
Melodie also who speaks with 'Freedom of Choice.'
So visit www.suzae.com right now
where you will see all of them make a home
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 9,2012
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24 Hollywood Ave
24 Hollywood Ave.Cranford New Jersey is a home that is white,
this is the first house I lived in when I was born at night.
Just googled mapped it today,
It was interesting it was still standing o.k.
Maybe I will go visit when on the train,
see the area before I am old and grey.
Haven't been to New Jersey since 2010,
will visit state, only 2nd cousins are left.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on February 10,2012
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States Of Choice
Born in The Garden State
at 2 moved to State with 10,000 Lakes.
Stayed in the Cheese State with cows that moo-
worked on children picture books then when through.
traveled to the Sunshine State with climate great-
now have eyes on California the Golden State
when my screenplay is done it will be great!
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 14,2012
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Thank Your Angels Everyday
Thank your angels everyday
Thank your angels for they send messages your way.
They are watching over you all the time
they know what is going to happen and
want to make sure you are fine.
So look for signs and have an open mind
angels protect with love from the divine.
A larger picture that you might not know about
angels move things in our dimension without a shout.
So thank your angels everyday
for they are on your side
bringing good things your way.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 24,2012
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A Lady Named Suzae
There is a Lady named Suzae
cartoonist/writer supreme,
she is the creator of all the children's birthday dreams.
To know her isn't easy she has beauty, style and grace,
She has a complicated mind and a very lovely face.
With her hair a golden sun light, she makes the cloudy days bright,
Her voluptuous lips and captivating smile gives her a bit of that
Norma Jean Style.
She is witty, wondrous and wise,
You can see it in her eyes.
Written by an old friend for me, Suzae~
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Storytelling Poet
I would like to say I am a storyteller foremost,
my poems are stories, like the Poem about the Ghost.
My 'People' poems are a happy story,
poems are never sad, mean or gory.
'Peeve' poems where written when I was mad,
I couldn't express it to people who made me sad.
Now 'Pet' poems are always happy, funny or cute,
some make you cry or laugh like a hoot.
Now I want to write like C.S. Elliot one day,
maybe before I'm old and grey.
My initials are C.S. or S.C. Suzae or Sue,
one day poets will copy my storytelling poetry style too.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on January 20,2012
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Suzy' Is Cool
I will answer to Puppit Lady
Christina and Suzae
Suzy I will always answer to any day.
I even answer to Melodie-
my cartoon doll that lives in me.
I will answer to Sue-
hey, how do you do?
I will answer to Suzanna, and Suzanne
Susan I cringe at that, please understand.
Susan reminds of a boring girl at school
I never liked Susan but 'Suzys'is cool.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 16,2012
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711 Story
I was in NYC on the street Lexington Ave.
This street is close to Madison
known for it's high class ads.
I was there in hotel room number 711,
believe me it was no peaceful heaven.
I was up all night with noise from a truck,
Up on the 7th floor is where I was stuck.
Tired I missed my bus the next day,
I was very late to airport JFK.
Luckily a unlucky girl from MN was there,
She was crying hysterical without a care.
We rebooked our flight out of Washington D.C.
driving to DC airport before that plane did leave.
On the drive unlucky girl did complain,
about the morning and everything.
I told her I lived on gambling for 7 months
and when I travel I had so much luck.
When we got to the airport
the plane number did change,
so I called on my cell phone to rearrange,
who would pick me up at the last minute to spare,
the lady announced the new flight number,
but I was still unaware.
Until I boarded the plane,
did I realize all the numbers were all the same.
My room number was 711,
along with the time message was left on my phone,
even the number on the plane ride home.
They all were my Lucky 711
which made me think of 911.
when that catastrophe had struck,
Luckily none of my friends in NYC
did get hurt or stuck.
Years later I lived at a 711 address,
I also had an accident at that number
on a different street I do confess.
I ended up fine without a mess.
Now is 711 meant to be?
and should I play the lottery?
Now when 711 ever crosses my mind,
I try to save it in my diary in that point in time.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on Feb.11,2011
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White Trucks
It was on the day of the 24th
I saw white pickup trucks galore.
Now that was unusual I do say
it didn't happen again till pass the
month of May.
It happened in June -
but instead of one now there is two-
white trucks appear out of the blue.
Maybe I am suppose to buy a white truck—
maybe I will have all kinds of luck—
I know I can't play a truck in the lottery game—
but I can buy one and on the back put my name.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on June 27,2012
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Alias Poem
Many selves we all have
I have different alias for you to understand.
Christina Sunrise writes about planet Earth
Suzae Chevalier writes about life since birth.
Sue Chevalier writes of characters on Krendoll land
Suzae is the visual artist, storyteller who
paints and uses oral presentations to understand.
Now don't forget Puppit Lady for Razel has a voice
Melodie also who speaks with "freedom of choice."
So visit www.suzae.com right now
where you will all of them make a home
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 9,2012
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Ted Nugent
with long hair and narrow face
he jumps around all over the place.
Jumping high, jumping low
he swings from a twisted swinging rope.
Wild rock songs he does play
in Iowa Jam surrounded by hay.
Years later I would inherit a ring
from precious mother Jean that is more than bling.
Ted Nugent is Jean's cousin too-
ring reminds me of them, it's the color of blue.
A print of Ted Nugent is in the Marathon Music Center's shop
I might buy it, for Ted Nugent looks really hot
I'll wear an outfit like his and dance till I drop.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 14,2011
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Kim The Caring Soul
Kim the owner of the health food store-
is a caring soul and a whole lot more.
She makes sure I get healed right away-
she mails me my oils and herbs that same day.
I've never met Kim, but she is very sincere
she cares about your health and always signs
with a heart or a smile for good cheer.
Thank you Kim for being there
and helping with my recovery which keeps me here.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 30,2012
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Tashi The Cute Shih Tzu
TASHI THE CUTE SHIH TZU
Tashi has two bright red bows that sit by her ears,
she is always quite happy and in good cheer.
Tashi is a white Shih Tzu with long hair and eyes of bright blue,
Tashi is quite long weighing pounds eleven times two.
Mrs. Merkin is very patient and waits for Tashi do her thing,
even when it’s raining or light drizzling.
Tashi has a dog friend named Sam twice her size,
he is a miniature Yorkie and his hair hides his eyes.
They go on walks with their owners but one day it rained,
they had to go back inside and play it safe.
Tashi even waited patiently one day,
when Mrs. Merkin walked over to talk to Suzae.
So next time you see Tashi, say “hi”
and by chance give her a rice pie.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on December 21,2011
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Your Like Chocolate Candy
Like chocolate candy I do eat
you are an Easter bunny, chocolate treat.
You will be fooled by my with with charm
Don't worry, I mean you no harm.
Enjoy the moment while it lasts
savor the experience-your only chance.
You can play with me your one last dance.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on November 14,2012
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Year 1894
The Year Was 1894
A year I can't ignore.
I saw an image in a dream
it was surreal consciousness stream.
I saw a motorcycle with blue eyed grown boy-
I was shortly filled with joy.
Then I started to cry deep in my gut
something bad had happened
I was distraught.
Dream fades and with tears in my eyes-
I don't know if this is a past life.
But left an impression on me—
will find out if it is a tragedy.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 29,2012
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