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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White Trucks Galore
It was on the day of the 24th
I saw white pickup trucks heading south and north.
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
poem by Christina Sunrise
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White Truck Speeds By
I’m driving down Federal on the way to my new home,
I sense that I am not alone.
I look up to see a truck following me,
Or so I thought-
Taking a right I turn down 6th Ave.
I stop in Wallgreens parking lot.
I go through all my stuff that I packed,
I get in my car and I get back on track.
Then as I was sitting at the light,
I notice Guy’s truck real shiny and bright.
His white truck passes and roars,
I see the name of his business on his side doors.
I thought do I text him or not?
Looks like he speed so he won’t get caught.
Caught by me seeing him drive by,
Oh, well I decide to call it a night.
(August 9, 2011)
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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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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Thoughts Are Like Feathers
Thoughts are like feathers
that fly by—
Catch them on paper so
they can materialize.
You want to make sure
you don't forget—
you could have a Great Poem
with so many readers yet.
If not you might always regret
created words of the life you spent.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on June 27,2012
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The White Rose o' June
Air - 'Voice of Spring.'
Now the bricht sun, and the soft simmer showers,
Deck a' the woods and the gardens wi' flowers;
But bonny and sweet though the hale o' them be,
There's ane aboon a' that is dearest to me;
An' oh, that's the white rose, the white rose o' June,
An' may
he
that should wear it come back again sune!
It's no on my breast, nor yet in my hair,
That emblem dear I venture to wear;
But it blooms in my heart, and its white leaves I weet,
When alane in the gloamin' I wander to greet,
O'er the white rose, the white rose, the white rose o' June,
An' may
he
that should wear it come back again sune!
Mair fragrant and rich the red rose may be,
But there is nae spell to bind it to me;
But dear to my heart and to fond memorie,
Tho' scathed and tho' blighted the white rose may be.
O the white rose, the white rose, the white rose o' June,
O may
he
that should wear it come back again sune!
An' oh! may the true hearts thy perils who share,
Remember'd wi' tears, and remember'd in prayer,
Whom misfortune's rude blast has sent far awa',
Fair breezes bring back sune to cottage and ha';-
Then, O sing the white rose, the white rose o' June,
An' may
he
that should wear it wear Scotland's auld croun!
poem by Carolina Oliphant
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We Are One Soul
Wouldn't you know we are all one soul,
The Soul of God broken into many,
condensed together by themselves
to make a Suzy or a Lenny.
Networked together with the matrix of webs,
thoughts go out like and meet like the internet.
Some say we a telepathically connected to 1,000 or more
you might think of someone and then see them at the store.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on June 27,2012
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Seeing Auras
Each soul has a shiny bright light
some souls are dimmer with different colors
for clariavont to see just right.
If your aura is grey
clairvoyant knows you lying
no matter what you say.
Wouldn't it be nice if
we had a device
that let you know
when someone was trying to snow—
snow you into believing a lie
but you can feel it in your gut—
which you can't deny.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on June 27,2012
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Bury Me In A Scrap Yard
I’ve been a truck driver all my life,
and when it’s my time to go,
bury me in a scrap yard,
where all the old trucks go.
I am used to the diesel smoke
and burning rubber,
just bury me with the old wrecks
and no one will notice me there.
I’ve spent a lifetime on the road
with squealing brakes, burning rubber
and diesel smoke choking my throat.
I’ve driven my old truck
a thousand miles or more
and then back home again.
Therefore, when it’s my time to go,
bury me in a scrap yard,
where all the old trucks go
and if you want to give me a marker
put a detour sign over my head.
I’ve seen loads of them
wherever I had to go,
so when I go to the Lord,
bury my earthy remains
underneath a scrap yard
where all the old trucks go
as I will be at home there
with diesel smoke and burning rubber.
poem by David Harris
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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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Truck Drivin Man
(ronnie vanzant -- ed king)
Well hes truckin on down from memphis
Cruisin down to new orleans
Tonight he sleeps alone with a cajun queen
Well theres smoke from the stacks a-blowin
And he dont care where hes goin
The only time he feels right is when hes rollin
Hes got roadmaps in his hand
Lord, drivin just as hard as he can
Trying to dodge them scales and the man
Well Im talkin about
Truck drivin man
Yea hell always give ya, the best that he can.
White cups and coffee, lord yea
Its all that he needs
And hes all right by me
Truck drivin man
Truck on
Truck driver
Shift your gears
Hes got ladies up in north dakota
From the keys man, to minnesota
And he loves each and every one, least thats what hes told em
Lord, flannel shirts and blue jeans
Truck stops are routine
Tonight he sleeps alone with a cajun queen
Well Im talkin about
Truck drivin man
Yea hell always give ya, the best that he can.
White cups and coffee, lord yea
Its all that he needs
And hes all right by me
Truck drivin man
Guitar
Truck driver
Well hes truckin on down from memphis
Cruisin down to new orleans
Tonight he sleeps alone with a cajun queen
Well theres smoke from the stacks a-blowin
And he dont care where hes goin
The only time he feels right is when hes rollin
Well Im talkin about
Truck drivin man
Yea hell always give ya, the best that he can.
White cups and coffee, lord yea
Its all that he needs
And hes all right by me
Truck drivin man
I said hes all right by me
Truck drivin man
I said hes all right by me
Truck drivin man
Play the guitar
Truck driver
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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Transport.
I thought I would write about, how we get about,
The various kinds of transport we see, when we are out;
It could be trains, or cars, buses, and trucks we see too,
So let me write a poem, maybe of interest to some of you.
Firstly I will write about, planes we see in the sky,
Small little 2 seaters, some may use to parachute, they'll try;
Next, is the helicopter, look like an insect flying so high,
And there are jets, of all kinds, but you can't see them fly.
Next. Is the trains, with large engines travelling along,
Then there's the small trains fixing the rails where they belong;
And what about the commuter trains, who take people everywhere,
Some in Sydney two levels, and people need to use the stair.
Now I come to trucks, all sizes and shapes and color,
Rubbish, milk, food trucks, then the giant coal mine ones with an odor;
There's the postal, and the fire truck, just too many to name,
But can't forget those council trucks, taking animals, that's a shame.
So what about buses and taxis, who come in handy,
When there is no trains to use, that's from city to dandy;
There are the usual cabs, and the maxi taxi,
So what a ride from anywhere in the coaches, but not for me.
The best sort of transport for disabled like me,
Is the motorised chair or scooter for us to get about,
But to travel to anywhere buses leave us out.
And so I'm glad there are scooters, and that makes me happy.
poem by Margaret Haig
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Polar Bears Thanks Me
It was great to know
that Polar Bears would show
show up in flowers a bloom
I received acard in the month
of April not June.
Yes, on a Thank You greeting card
the Polar Bear did say
"Thank You"
for defending them that day.
Polar Bears were thanking me
for all the world to read
a poem about the Polar Bears destiny.
So please read 'Protect The Polar' bears
and 'Let The Polar Bears Live'
they will be thankful that you did.
Please go to www.oceana.org today
and donate to saving wildlife of the planet
before there is no more for us to pray.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 21,2012
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Dad & Mom
Dad born in South Dakota state
Mom born in New Jersey
they both married each other at a later date.
Being raised in Minnesota the land of the thousand lakes
it was fun playing out in the fields which was great!
Dad was a truck driver whose jacket was covered in oil
mom was an RN nurse mentioned Grandfather
came from blood of royal.
Birthday I do remember to this day
is when I received a doll Crissy
who I would loved to act out and play.
It was my 6th birthday which was fun
it was a fun time when I was young.
Dad took me to the store
recieved 2 Crissy dolls like never before.
I still have one doll till this day
she still wears the same orange dress that hasn't changed.
I will give it to a special girl for her birthday.
Dad and Mom still live in Minnesota with a new pet
it is a cat I haven't seen yet.
I will go visit them this year
to make sure Dad and Mom are fine
who I love so dear.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on April 2,2012
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Good times, bad times & my cactus Christmas tree
My first Christmas tree, thirty years ago
Upon my arrival in Las Vegas
Shall always be remembered so,
As one of my greatest
My pickup truck was my home
My refuge and my castle
I was totally, absolutely alone…
But… it wasn’t such a hassle
I drove into the desert one day
To see what I could see
And lo and behold beside the road
Found my perfect Christmas tree
It was a three inch tall cactus
All attitude, prickly and brash
And I proudly installed it
Upon my ol’ trucks dash
I used cigarette cellophane
As tinsel you see
Stuck tight to the spines
Of my lil’ Christmas tree
Many times it fell off
My prickly lil’ friend
When I would start off too fast
Or career round a bend
Though small, and deceptive
It was easy to find you see
Usually stuck quite painfully
Upon my bony right knee
It was all I had that christmas
And I was lonely you see
Just me and my ol’ pickup truck
And my cactus Christmas tree
Childhood memories are nice…
But the one I’ll most remember will be
The one in which, all there was in my world
Was just me…my ol’ pickup
And my cactus Christmas tree
poem by David Whalen
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We Are Afraid Of Dying
Since humans are afraid of dying
we will still kill each other-
This of course does not happen on
a highly evolved planet where they
are one with everyone another.
So if you look at how Jesus died
you will understand what these
above sentences imply.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 23,2012
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Love Is A Circle
Love is not here to fade away
like the raindrops on a rainy day.
Love is not given for us to mold,
Like a clay pot, or as a necklace made of gold.
Love is not give for us to hord
Behind a closed heart in which it's stored.
But love is give openly without fear
From someone like you I cherish so dear.
Love is a circle, like a track with a choo choo train
To be given and given and given again.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on June 3,2012
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You cross the street, get hit by a truck, now that’s law of attraction or cause and effect. Now you can also walk across the street but get pushed out of the way before getting hit by that same truck, now that’s your guardian angel from heaven.
Suzae Chevalier (18 September 2015)
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Angel Needs A Hair Cut
Angel is a white Shih Tzu with patterns of white and gold,
Angel also comes to the names of Ang, and Angie I am told.
Mrs. Gaylin is her proud owner along with her spouse,
Angel is really cute and quiet as a mouse.
Mrs. Gaylin said Angels needs a haircut soon,
Mrs. Gaylin will take her for a haircut maybe at noon.
Now Angel is a is a rescue dog Mrs. Gaylin also did say,
they adopted her on one sunny day.
Going for walks Angel does go,
she is one of the Shih Tzu's at the condo.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on December 27,2011
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Goddess Is Returning
Goddess is the emotion, God is the intellect.
Goddess is feminine, God is masculine in respect.
Goddess is coming back to renew her place
her place in humanity is where she will now grace.
Goddess's empathy that comes from the heart
will bring peace to humanity and make a new start.
Ending all wars, and ruthless acts
Goddess will bring feminine love which the Earth plane lacks.
Look to nature to see these truths
you know now Goddess will grow and not be refused.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on June 24,2012
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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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