Monthly Archives: May 2015
Standing outside with Dorothy Paltrow on a warm sunny day
she is smiling and chatting looks young for her age.
Her CNA is there, we all laughed and talked away.
Then I told them I don’t work here anymore
they were both sad, for they liked my smile-
they enjoyed my company while I was there for awhile.
I helped them with the carts and also held their door.
They would miss my small chats with them they adored.
So then when it was time to say goodbye
I first gave a hug to Dorothy’s CNA
then Dorothy looked at me to say
‘Can I have a hug also my dear? ‘
I replied ‘Of course’ and hugged her in her chair.
Looking again at them both I said ‘Goodbye’
before I turned with a tear in my eye.
Written by Suzae Chevalier September 13,2012
My dear grandma always wrote to me–she loved reading my poetry. She was a great poet herself…she was a great poet like no one else. Remembering how sweet she was to me–Grandma here is a poem for you!
Butterfly, butterfly flying through the air–
flittering here and flittering there.
Landing on a flower just ahead
your wings glow on a flower bed.
I imagine my grandma’s flowers with color
each one is unique, not like the other.
It was in the spring with fragrance everywhere
it was happy times without a care.
Found memories of bread baking in the air
a special time I did share.
with Grandmother who is special and sweet–
she made all kinds of goodies and treats.
Like marsh mellows with fruit and whip topping too
I liked eating it after my dinner was through.
In backyard I did climb a tree
hurt my hand with a twig, I did bleed.
Rushed to the doctors really fast
they put stitches in, they didn’t last.
Memories of the farm I will remember
like Christmas time in December, receiving my Suzy doll with curls and funny times in the barn with the pigs…something my sister can not out live.
Thank you Grandma for believing in me-you are sweet and dear to me.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on November 3, 2011
almost of candle light
I seem him vaguely in
restaurant/club that night.
Protected by 2 men
that are very tall
looking at him
he’s short and small.
No one knows he is there,
eating at his favorite place
without a care.
Except for my friend,
he said he came out of
“room for men”.
Prince looked at me
but I did not see
I was too busy being hungry.
Next time I will pay the way
for his birthday with a cake on a tray.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on February 4, 2011
Emma Jean has
power to story tell-
she creates stories and she does it well.
Now she told a story I will never forget
she weaves the story of the “Headless Horseman”.
telling her story in Missouri at a really young age,
better then Grimm’s Fairy Tales writes it on the page.
Her voice changes in fluctuation and stance
weaving words like a rhythmic dance.
Even though Emma Jean’s gone
I will tell her stories so they will live on.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on February 15, 2011
Emma Jean who is storyteller supreme
grew up in Missouri with all magical things.
Her dad a doctor invented the kidney dialysis machine—
She would go on doctor house calls before
she was a teen.
In fact Emma Jean was only eight years old—
when she heard one of Walt’s inspirations to be told.
She heard Walt Disney talk about building Disneyland—
in California–making it grand.
Swinging on the front porch she would hear—
All of Walt’s plans that were so dear.
Now I was born in the year that Walt died-
I will write a poem about him that makes you smile.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on May 11, 2015
On a bus I did ride
I was traveling down Las Vegas Blvd in the night.
Many people I did see
they all looked happily back at me.
I did surprisingly see a nun
then I looked up and saw a security guard with a gun.
The bus did stop and the wheels did squeak
I saw the profile of Cher the singer’s left sparkling cheek.
She was quite hidden for she had on a headdress,
colorful feathers that shaped into a crest.
She was on her way to her own concert this time,
with her entourage was patiently waiting outside,
I realize I was on Cher’s tour bus with nowhere to hide!
Click, click the cameras went
I snuck off the bus to Cher’s concert event.
It was at the Las Vegas Caesars Palace
it was all lit up like nighttime in Dallas.
I thought no way in all my days
I would see Cher before she got on stage.
That was just my luck, I heard the alarm and then woke up.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on October 10, 2011
Chuck Negron who I did meet
is really sincere and really sweet.
Chuck wrote “Three Dog Nightmare”.
almost like one of Razel’s “Frightmares”
It’s about his drug addiction
& his word of hope
for anyone addicted to or strung out on dope.
I told him I wrote’Poems of
Inspiration and Recovery’
People who read them
can feel better with discovery.
My poems have words in them
like the word “pray”.
These poems along with his book
where on display
in Hazelden Ctr. that very same day.
Chuck did sign my book to alias Suzae
Now buy it on Amazon or at
your local bookstore
it’s worth every penny
and then some more.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on April 2nd 2011
Back when I was dating Rich
he gave me one of Kiss’s guitar pics.
Gene Simons handed it to him- –
in the 1978 recording session.
“I Was Made For Loving You Baby”
the song they were recording at the time
Gene was playing the bass and singing just divine.
Now if I google the price of this guitar pic
It would be the price of ten times 9
-but I’m not selling mine.
I will play my pink guitar with it someday
By the way let me segue- into the next poem on this page.
which is: “Richie Sambora’s Guitar Pic”
Pic is signed especially by him.
The guitar was made for- “Stranger in this Town”
Richie Sambora is a Cowboy not a clown.
I got it from Rich who hung around
Richie in one of New Jersey’s towns.
Anyways, buy Richie’s CD on amzon.com
Buy.com or CD Baby so you can play it all night long- –
and also do remember this song—
“Runaway” which is my teenage favorite-
this is the song that made Bon Jovi become famous.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 30, 2011
Death of the soul is real. We are soul, body and spirit. If we are not born again in the spirit we will surely die. Our souls are eternal. We are either in hell for eternity or we are in heaven for eternity. And guess what? We have a spiritual body in heaven. I think I choose to make Jesus Christ my Savior. As Jesus said in John 14:6 Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. Which will you choose? You will have to give an account for your free will to God one day and the verdict will be death if you are not Saved by the Lord Jesus Christ who conquered “Death” for all of us. Through Jesus you have eternal life. If you deny Jesus you have eternal death. Death in Hell. Hell is real as the nose on our face. I think we should all of humanity should be concerned about death and the afterlife and take it more seriously for this is your soul you are talking about, God’s creation which scientist can not come close to the supernatural of God and his son Lord Jesus Christ.