Suzae Chevalier
GECKOS ARE THERE FOR ME
Geckos are there for me playing outside by the trees.
My gecko friends love me
by being present for me outside
they are there for me
when things are up or down
deep inside.
They are not like humans
who have agendas indeed
geckos are always there for me.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on July 1, 2015
THANK YOU JESUS FOR SAVING ME
I remember going to the ocean to relieve my pain back in that day, thank You Jesus for saving me.
Back in two thousand and twelve
I had pain I remember it well.
But now because Lord Jesus did save me–
I am free indeed.
Back then I prayed for a day without pain–
A day without pain would be so divine
feeling like a ray of bright sunshine.
Just beaming down below–
and falling softly like snow.
No pain is the goal–but really being HOLY NOW even more so.
for we have to win a lot of lost souls.
Written on July 1, 2015 by Suzae Chevalier
updated on March 25, 2019
Perfect snowflakes
“Roses Are Blue Violets Are Red” (Who is this Bird who flies over my head) by Suzae Chevalier
Who is this bird flying over my head?
Roses are blue, violets are red
I have loving thoughts of you in my head.
In my heart they have been,
buried deep hiding within.
Roses are red violets are blue
I have good thoughts of you that are true
Please bring me some of your sunshine
I will be with you till the end of time.
Roses are blue violets are red
Who said we will soon wed?
Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 15, 2019
updated on May 5, 2019
Fishes By The Sea
Little fishes splashing in the sea,
swimming around as free as can be.
Colorful and made of glee
happy to give God the glory.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 30, 2018
updated on May 5, 2019
Grandma’s House
My Dear Grandma Vivian Chevalier
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
Storyteller Emma Jean by Suzae Chevalier
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 with her Missouri accent
which sets the stage
she takes em back to a really young age,
she writes better then famous authors 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 Hears Walt Disney’s Great Plans
Jean whose given name was Emma Jean
Emma Jean who is storyteller supreme
grew up in Missouri with all beautiful 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—
in California–making it grand.
Swinging on the front porch she did hear—
all stories of her mother’s childhood
these are found memories she held so dear
Written by Suzae Chevalier on May 11, 2015
updated on March 6, 2019 and May 5, 2019
NYC ADVENTURE
In a limo I did ride
I was traveling just before twilight.
Many people I did see
they all looked happily back at me
I did surprisingly see a nun
then I looked out my window people having fun.
The my limo did stop and the wheels did squeak–
I saw in review mirror profile of me with my sparkling cheek.
I was quite hidden in view people only see my blonde hair
that is true.
I was on my way to my own comedy show which I didn’t know–
that I would be the comedy of my own funny show.
My entourage was patiently waiting outside–
I realize I was out of my limo with nowhere to hide!
Click, click the cameras went
I snuck out of limo to my own comedy event.
It was in NYC at the Apollo
my name lit up in lights like no tomorrow.
I thought no way in all my days
I would I would be on the Apollo stage!
That was just my luck, I heard the alarm and then I woke up.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on October 10, 2011
updated on March 6, and 15, 2019
DEATH OF THE SOUL IS REAL
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
6 Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.”
Will You Come To The LORD Jesus who died for you?
Your old body is passing away, and only your spiritual body and soul will be in the next life–heaven or hell. We will have to give an account for how we used our free will to God one day. We can’t help but sin, and God is holy and He wants us to be holy like Him through our LORD Jesus Christ–He’s the only way. On the Judgement day 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 all of humanity should be concerned about death and the afterlife and take it more seriously for this is your eternal soul we are talking about. God’s creation scientist can not come close to understanding the supernatural of God. Funny God created the scientists and they too will have to give an account on that day. That day to the Lord Jesus Christ.
Hummingbird Hotel
For it has stories to be told one is about Al Capone.
He stayed with his gang on one of the floors
betting on a team that would have a top score.
Betting on a boxing match
that was played in Chicago
little did anyone literally know.
Many years later I would paint on the sidewalk
just outside–
I was happy and filled with pride.
I was a rogue artist that did not give up–
even when they said there was no more spots.
Now this year the
Hummingbird hotel will be reopened
Thank you Winston
for sharing what you know
and letting be in the Street Painting show.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on February 21, 2011