Best Suzanna Poems
. "Listen first,.....to the voice in your head"
Okay, …if only we can catch the waitress’s eye, we could order more tea…
Can hardly believe it… Joan is still complaining about her in-laws
Peg interrupts, excusing herself to go to the ladies room
What was it she said about her husband burning breakfast?
It must have been funny, since everyone is laughing…
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My eyes wander to the window….
I see some geese in the sky
Heading north... Oh my, summer has gone so quickly…
I must get the family together and go out to the lake one more time
We'll take a picnic, and let the children feed the geese...
I'll remember to buy day-old bread just for that,...
but we'll have to watch the children..
Last time one goose chased Suzanna, and she fell down, ....
…made her cry,…poor thing
It is so beautiful on the east shore….hopefully the water isn’t too cold
Maybe the children can still enjoy a swim…yes…we must do that soon….
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Oops, Peg's back from the Ladies......
I'll scoot over, to make more room,.....
Hmm..looks like she's done something different with her hair...
Joan is still chattering about her weekend with the in-laws.....
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How I long to be back at the lake again….on the beach in the sun….
Oh look there…just outside the window…
a whirlwind is gathering up a few leaves
Already rust and brown…edges curled with the touch of autumn
Yes, ….summer has gone so quickly…
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For the Contest: Summer's End
There was a young girl from Japan
Whose name was Suzanna Tienshan
She didn’t wanna work
Her whole life as a clerk
So she married a dirty old man.
Love List
This is my love list
Joey was my wife
She is gone and very much missed
My daughter Barbara was our first one
Then came my son James
My daughter Patricia the third one
Grandchildren are Megan and Alexandra
Boys are Nickolas and Connor
Back to girls Jacquelyn and Samantha
My kids in law I almost missed
Robert, Christopher and Suzanna
And my dog finished the list
In a world full of sadness,
The golden light of our Creator,
Shall shine for evermore.
Elohim, Elohim, we all shall sing!
Those of us that follow,
The way of the truth,
Shall rise up and up,
To the golden Kingdom,
With the begotten Ones.
Elohim, Elohim, we all shall sing!
The golden laws of our Creator,
Shall reign and reign,
Unend, unend.
Elohim, Elohim, we all shall sing!
And for evermore there shall be,
Delight for every one of us.
For our minds,
Shall flourish and flourish,
To be marvelously golden,
And enlightened,
With glorious Knowledge.
Elohim, Elohim, we all shall sing!
Now, now,
This marvelous work shall be done,
Not by medicine,
Nor by any creature of this earth.
For only our Creator,
The majesty of all majesties,
Has the most glorious Knowledge,
To shape our minds.
And when we hearken,
To words of truth alone,
Our wondrous Creator
Shall triumphantly adopt us,
Again and again.
Elohim, Elohim, we all shall sing!
And we shall be known,
As children of Light,
And go forth,
With minds of tomorrow,
As His holy ones.
For our Creator shall,
Bestow our minds,
With the most wondrous gold,
That shall not wither,
As flowers do,
For seasons on end.
Elohim, Elohim, we all shall sing!
And with golden minds,
We shall come to know,
That in life there are,
A multitude of worlds,
With worldly stages,
And so much clapping,
To break away all pains.
Elohim, Elohim, we all shall sing!
So we must know,
That our Creator is Wondrous,
And He brings golden triumphant.
Now, how shall we praise our mighty Creator?
We shall sing days on end,
We shall dance days on end,
And with open hearts,
We shall kneel to our Creator.
In this goodly praise,
The sadness of this world,
Shall turn and turn,
To unending rejoice.
Elohim, Elohim, we all shall sing!
© Suzanna Scarlett Sladojevic 2017
Shall I compare life to a game?
Sometimes the coldness in life,
Can tremble the bones,
Of brave men,
And women,
Alike.
By chance some may see heaven,
To shine more brighter,
When life turns,
More and more colder.
As here is when
Musical words are
Strung and sung:
“tears are falling from heaven”
“tears are falling from heaven”
But the tears,
Falling from heaven,
Are not like rain;
Instead the tears,
Falling from heaven
Are like a golden,
Summer’s day.
Lo and behold!
Winter is seen
To fade and fade.
And summer is seen
To shine more and more,
Eternally.
And my heart goes:
Ring a ding-ding;
Ring a ding-ding;
Ring a ding, ding.
And my mind,
Flowers and flowers,
Like lilies in
Full bloom,
Bursting upon a field.
As life’s happiness,
Does not run short,
When life is seen,
As a game.
Some may liken,
A good and happy life,
To nothing but hard work.
And most put forth,
That hard work,
Into building a,
Sturdy, family tree;
That shall leave,
Death wandering,
Away, and life,
Endlessly, bragging.
And others may liken,
A good and happy life
To a plentitude of work;
Where faithful prayers,
To God,
Or the almighty Creator,
Sits on top,
Of a plentitude of work.
Lo and behold!
Life is a game!
© Suzanna Scarlett Sladojevic 2018
A human body is a sheathly
suit of armour.
Whereupon it shields
its soul and other
luminous, feathery bodies
of inhumane and devilsh works.
To only leave
its inner forms
glistening a brightly new.
This is no secret, I say.
As this very message
is hidden in
sacred books that are
written for worshiping
our Glorious Father.
Whose Righteous and
Mighty Head
remains unmatched
by every kind
of creature in
life and for the new
life to come.
© Suzanna Scarlett Sladojevic 2017
Sexy Suzanna’s neighbor was swayed
by her nakedness, often displayed
in her yard by the pool.
She’d just watch the guy drool,
knowing how much he’d love to get laid!
(This verse is painted for my Loving Daughter P Suzanna Christy on her 8th birthday)
It was the day she began to move out,
She’d been in the cradle of her mother’s womb
Some seven years before silently in her dreams,
And her dreams! Who knows? But He knows.
Her mother, yea, yet to be a mother then!
Then in her travail, yet rejoicing in God’s Gift,
With her friend and neighbors close by she was wriggling.
Her father, yea, yet to be a father then!
Then in his journey, anxious, yet praying all the way,
None but the Father in Christ is beside him.
She reaches the eighth milestone of life,
How she hath reached is by His Mercy.
I remember the day of entry into the world,
She made a cry within and it was not heard unto us,
We could not know why she had cried within,
But we know for she had prayed within,
And now we’ve learnt that her first cry would be to Him.
Her mother’s friend took her in his arms,
And showered thousand kisses on her tiny forehead,
And it is he always the God-sent providence unto them.
Her mother rose from her anesthetic sleep,
And her every breath, it’s the fact, pronounced THANKS unto HIM.
She longed for her God’s Gift and took her in her arms of love.
I watched her imprinting kisses on the silky cheeks.
Every one wept and there were tears of joy,
I collected those tears in the deep of my heart.
She hath reached the eighth milestone of life:
She flutters as the dancing star in the sky,
Like the tiny trout in the running brook she plays,
Sweet like the ripe apple ‘midst the orchard,
‘cross the horizons of joy and laughter she traverses,
Dressed in the Blessings from Above,
She looks purple with floating frilled skirt,
She wears the smiles of her mother,
Filled with friendly wishes from her school mates,
She walks amidst the song of her little blooms.
I can’t hold her joy she experiences,
And so her mother shares it with her
And too with her for she hath carried my prayer in her womb.
She grows with the Heavenly Grace,
And does proclaim the Glory of Heaven in her life.
Now she’s a little plant to grow more flowers,
And every flower shall be the message of His Mercy
O praise be to our glorious Maker
for bringing us O wondrous cheetahs.
That man of science
has named before us:
Acinoynx Jubatus species.
Let their mighty strength be prudent
in that they may outlast time.
As much as they fear not
of exiting our world
help us to be
ever so meek
towards them.
Not only for today,
but also for every other day.
For our glorious Maker
stands before us
with golden scales.
Only to weigh the
earthly delight
of each and every
earthly creature
against our very sins.
For we have
widened our feet
here and there.
So as we reign
across the earth
we must be
put to blame
for every thing
we trample on.
Amen! Amen!
© Suzanna Scarlett Sladojevic 2017
To do without the pains in life,
is for our minds to always be,
only mere flower buds.
And in due time must,
only be peeled open;
one petal at a time.
So let there be pain.
And let there be heartache.
As then our very minds shall
blossom and bloom.
And shall keep on
Blossoming and blooming.
So let’s go,
and blossom and bloom.
For then our minds shall,
rise and rise,
right up to the sky
whereby faith alone
our minds shall live on.
And in living on
pain shall be seen
more as a game,
to only blossom and bloom.
© Suzanna Scarlett Sladojevic 2017
On April twenty-third was born and died
Within a Stratford-upon-Avon home
A legend of the stage and land aside
The Thames; throughout all London did he roam.
Began an actor in the Globe, the man
Filled hearts with laughter, tears and history,
Left his Suzanna, Hamnet, Judith, Anne
And traveled far to write for royalty.
With thirty-seven mysteries entwined
In your own tragedy and love affair,
For your name and sake I hope they find
Your skull real soon; It could be anywhere!
Though some say understanding you is hard…
…A very happy birthday to The Bard!
(Written 2016)
A posy for me,
And a posy for you,
O’Summer speaks,
And swinging tunes,
Swing me to you.
© Suzanna Scarlett Sladojevic, 2019.
(This verse is written hristened Dayon 23 Sep. 2011 remembering the occasion of my Loving Daughter SUZANNA CHRISTY’S CHRISTENED DAY)
It is the day she was christened with a name
Which bears the Rock that’s built on Glory
Whose matchless love being showered each moment on her.
She was brought in the arms of His servants
Whose prayers caressed the infant’s soul
To grow in the Lord with His Wisdom and Mercy.
She was laid in the cradle of prayers and blessings
And a great congregation of friendly stars offered its light,
And the happy blooms fluttered around the infant.
She looked happy and with full of smiles,
And every moment of hers penetrated his heart
That he took paint and brush to draw her enthralling portrait.
He read a poem penned on her, and the little soul smiled in joy.
God’s servants proclaimed her with the name ‘SUZANNA CHRISTY’,
For she hath been God’s Gift answered to their supplication.
The little soul winked its eyes and whispered back ‘THANK YOU, CHRIST.’
He heard the little soul’s voice of joy and they shouted back ‘THANK YOU, LORD.’
I once met a sweet gal from Savannah
She loved the size of my red bandana
She put it around her neck;
Twice, I was a total wreck,
She told me her name was Mrs. Suzanna.
June 8, 2021
Ring-a-ring O’Townsmen,
A pocketful of strawberries,
Whistle-on! Whistle-on!
Pennies all fall down.
© Suzanna Scarlett Sladojevic, 2019.