personal poems
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
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
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
Penny Tribute – Poem by Suzae Chevalier
Penny Conway and grandchildren
Penny who I visited in the hospital
one sunny day
was in Minnesota I did stay.
She thought of me and I was there,
I was a friend that did sincerely care.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on June 26, 2018
TRIBUTE TO JACK BARRY
Artist and friend Jack Barry
Jack Barry who was born on April 17th
Born a day before and did succeed–
He was a great friend and artist indeed.
He took me to lunch when I first came
To the “Artist Hut”.
Yes, Jack had a studio in Flamingo Park
Next to railroad tracks where dogs always barked.
He did all kinds of style painting–
Fresco he was known for—
I have his one big painting by my door.
He was a great storyteller and a U.S. Vet-
He had a very interesting life of all the people
I have met.
I inherited his butterfly necklace people do see–
When I wear it around my neck all sparkly.
Thanks Jack for being a friend to me.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on April 30, 2015
Poem Dedicated to Jack Barry
April 17, 1948- Aug. 7, 2013
Ta-Shieka My Pup – Poem by Suzae Chevalier
Barking, barking your cute little bark-
I found you on a prayer and a lark.
You were a traveling “runaway pup”
who made your home anywhere
you’ld end up.
You were my birthday present
in 1993-
Straight from Kansas in the middle of wheat.
Now, I’m so happy
you became my pet
all those years I’ll never forget.
All the memories of running
in the fields
like when I sprained my ankle
you kneeled at my heels.
Making sure I was home & safe
I return the love in so many ways.
Now it’s sad that I was not with you
if I would of known earlier
I would of flew
flew up to see you.
One last precious time
to say “I love you pup” and
my say last goodbye…
Written by Suzae Chevalier on February 4, 2011
Maya’s Martini
Maya Johnson and Martini
Martini the little shiatsu was cute as can be
Wagging his tail so carefree.
by the ocean with good friend Suzy.
Now he was very aware
for when he got scared
he hid under Maya’s desk
and there he would rest
his head on Maya’s small feet
then he’ld look up for a treat.
“Now why did you name him Martini? ”
I asked Maya quizzically one day.
Then Maya turned her head to say
“Well, this is the story Sue Chevalier–
“Martini was named after the club
where people like to dance–
I met my husband Ron
there by circumstance.”
All three used to live together by the sea
Martini passed on but Maya has fond memories
of her sweet Shiatsu dog named Martini.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on Feb.7, 2011
Updated on March 26, 2019
Birds Fly Free – Poem by Suzae Chevalier
Birds fly free
flying over the fields of green
For they can fly better than a plane
they are God’s creation He gives
beauty all the same.
Birds are as free as can be
with beautiful colored wings.
Flying up through the trees
They can see everything.
From colors bright to bold
like pink, orange and gold.
Being a bird in the sky
they are happy all the time.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on Feb.9,2011
updated on March 1,2019
ARTIST NANCY WALLER by Suzae Chevalier
Artist Nancy Waller at he studio in Minneapolis, Minnesota.
I remember hearing a voice,
“go down this road” was the choice.
Road 42nd Street West in south Minneapolis.
Great visual artist I would meet,
She drew wild life animals detailed and neat.
Nancy Waller was her name,
she drew endangered species
to help bring about awareness and change.
she was the best artist I loved her most of all,
she went to her see her at the museum,
took photos with her that where very pleasing.
I was happy for Nancy designed,
coloring books as cute and fine.
Nancy got my books off to a great start,
she inspired me and has a pure heart.
Thank you Nancy for inspiration and passion too,
you’re a great artist, through and through.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 19, 2011
updated on March 6, 2019