PRAY FOR OPRAH – Poem by Suzae Chevalier
Pray for Oprah to go to Jesus Christ.
Pray for Oprah
while you still can–
We need to pray for all lost souls
Lost souls need to see the truth they should know.
The Gospel is the God’s Word
it isn’t a bunch of made up stories that you’ve heard.
Let’s give our Lord all the glory for it is His Love Story.
He is Holy and His Grand–He died for us in this land.
Do not believe what false prophet’s have said
this is a rumor that people where feed.
We need to be one body of Christ
we need to pray as a nation and not gossip and cause strife.
Misinformation is like a parasite, making people wrong and right.
God does not like gossip of mankind–
it’s is like a wire of misinformation in twisted vines.
Gossip is like a virus for lies are said–
it’s a weaves it’s stories into people’s heads.
We are made in God’s image and with our words we make a blessing
or a curse. Words can last a lifetime with a deep hurt.
Only God knows everyone’s heart and if it is sincere-
and Oprah is no exception she needs all our prayers.
We all need to make into God’s kingdom and be sincere.
Written by Suzae Chevalier in 2011
updated on March 1 and 25, 2019
Sonny Days – Poem by Suzae Chevalier
Driving down A1A
I was with friend Sonny
during very sunny days.
Playing her radio very loud
we had a blast driving
through town.
Down, down to
Ft. Lauderdale
where there is a
tunnel that made
me pale.
Yes, I couldn’t wait
to get to the other side
cars coming at you
you could not hide
making it though and still alive
everything feels just so fine.
At the library we did type
getting things kicked out
like playing a melodie pipe.
Eating at a restaurant that very night,
Ft Lauderdale has changed so much in sight.
One things for sure and do say,
it was fun remembering those very
Very “Sonny Days”.
Written on by Suzae Chevalier on February 21, 2011
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
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