Tiny Mountain

The year was 1972
Tiny Mountain had a lot to do.
He volunteered to be in the Vietnam War,
He was only 17 years young,
his adventure had just begun.
He rescued 600 Marines who where Prisoner's of War,
He was a brave soul for the war took it's toll.
He shot 18 " canons on a US Battleship,
to scare the Vietnamese to give up without a quip.
The Vietnamese waved their white flags and
let his ship come to shore,
to get the rest of the Prisoner's of War.
There was a lot of tunnels underground,
Tiny Mountain didn't go, he left without a sound.
He was too big to rescue POW under there,
there was cities with stores everywhere.
Like the subway system in NYC,
it was totally different not glittery.
Now Tiny Mountain made it back,
he made it without an attack.

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Airport Inspection

On my flight out of West Palm, I was pulled over for something wrong,
I got scared I thought what is going on? They said it was something in Razel's clone.
I thought it was funny, inspectors looked so torn,
I sat there watching inspectors with gloves I took photos of them with Razel clone above.
They where looking for material that that was not pure, explosive and bad,
I laughed to myself trying to find material that is explosive and then my camera came out,
Taking photos before I took a picture from up above.
Up above Clone's face, airport inspectors kept touching for a trace,
A trace of suspicious material that' ends up being stuffing,
They looked like vultures picking at nothing.
Picture end up on myspace later that day,
with comments so funny I have to say,
This is the height of stupidity thus far,
when you are traveling by plane not a car.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 6,2011

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Teenage Runaway

I get a call on my home phone,
It is Mary asking me to come along.
She says to meet her
at the bowling alley,
She's pregnant and really needs me.
I hop on a bus with bag for one,
not realizing my adventure had just begun.
We stayed in an abandoned
building that very night,
We went through the
broken window with all our might.
Now the very next day,
We go shoplifting
at grocery store and Tarjay.
That's French for Target if you didn't know
now I digress, let's move once more.
Time goes on and things come to an end,
I have to go home and leave my best friend.
It was worth it all the while,
Helping a friend who would

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Mother Jean’s Message

It’s an hour before midnight,

and I hear a yelling sound,

It’s street girl shouting out loud.

“Open up I have some news!

You must hear me you have

no time to lose! ”

Opening the door,

I see urgency in her eyes.

telling me she had

a dream that took her by surprise.

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There's No One Like You

There's no one like you that has ever been born,

when you pass away all the angels will mourn.

See, it's quite simple why you were born you see,

to give your gifts to the world and be what you were meant to be.

God planted within each of us a really tiny seed.

As we grow, it blossoms like a flower, as pretty as can be.

So share the fruits of your talent, shining bright for the world to see,

forever growing tall, like a like an old oak tree.

Strong, sturdy and forever reaching high,

to the highest point way up in the sky.

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Augustine My Great Friend

Augustine who is from another planet far away,
came to live in Minnesota one day.
City of Bemidji he did stay when young,
I never met him there for he was already gone.
He moved to New Jersey where I am from.
I didn't meet him there either,
but soon I would meet him in the sunshine state.
He has a friendly smile and good taste.
Augustine knows Spanish and he can play the guitar,
he lived in South America which is quite far.
He taught English to the military there,
he was a great teacher, even though students
fell asleep sitting in their chairs.
Augustine bought me a great Twianese brunch,
which tasted great for a lunch.
Augustine is a great friend,
he bought me some groceries when my job did end.
Augustine is a great chef,
he is Italian so he knows Italian dinners the best.
Can't wait to taste his Italian cuisine,

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Saw Cher On A Tour Bus

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.

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Max The Creative

Max with his big brown eyes,
kind of shy, but very creative deep inside.
Playing a Star Wars/clone character
Ibra Victor with his great skill,
he concentrates on his game being very still.
Max also plays sports-he is in soccer
he played baseball but stopped.
A couple of years ago in the fourth grade,
started playing the All Star Soccer game.
He started karate in 4th grade too,
he's so talented he plays guitar, maybe the Blues.
I saw Max at Christmas and he liked my poem 'Italian Skunk'
it reminds him of his math teacher who is a Schmuck
Max with his creative imagination has the leading edge,
he has already helped me with 'Razel's Revenge'
Maybe he can help me with character in 'Italian Skunk'
Max could come up with a story the 'Incredible Hunk'.
Max one day might become a storyteller real great,
I wish him the best if movie making is his fate.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on February 10,2012

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Oprah Believes In Jesus

Watching a video on Oprah and Eckhart Tolle
I see the truth I already know.
For it's been my philosophy
Jesus was here to make us see
We are 'God Consciousness' all in its glory.
'Do not believe Oprah a false prophet' is what was said
this is a rumor that people where feed.
Oprah is not a false prophet, now let's all get along
for there is really no real proof of what's right or wrong.
Misinformation is like a parasite, please hear Oprah words right.
Don Miguel's Ruiz a Tolec, writes of gossip on mankind
to me it's is like a wire of misinformation in twisted vines.
in Ruiz's book gossip is like a virus on the internet
it's a spell that weaves it's web-
Don writes: 'Misuse of the word puts us in a deeper hell'
I reply 'Let's all break this vicious spell'
By awaking up and seeing things as they really are
We are all equal and are shining stars.
Like Joseph Campbell even says
'I don't have to have faith, I have experience.'

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Ghosts By Moon Lake

There's a lake off of Moon Lake Road,

where stories are woven and retold.

about longtime gangster Al Capone.

Now I stayed in a house

right across the street,

and believe me I did not see,

but I heard a ghost talk to me.

See now legend has it,

that Al put people in this lake,

Now ghosts are around make no mistake.

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