Best Suzanne Poems

“The October night comes down; returning as before
Except for a slight sensation of being ill at ease
I mount the stairs and turn the handle of the door
And feel as if I had mounted on my hands and knees.”
----- “Portrait of a Lady;” T. S. Eliot

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Suzanne in the Clouds


I am here, way up here
At peace and flying free
Dancing with angels
Singing with the accompaniment of violins and harps
Choirs here abound, such a wondrous sound

We have swings, numerous playgrounds of fun
Here all we little ones, smile and eat sugar plums
We see the...

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Thinking of Suzanne – Raised on Radio

Raised on radio, I still listen
to haunting love songs that sadly
remind me of you, lovely Suzanne, 
of times when we couldn’t get enough
of each other, body and soul blazing with fire.
Oh Baby, I prayed with all my heart
that it...

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what I stem from in view
the too small pot with too little soil
yet, I appear whole, to have grown

placed between things to balance
my God, it works to provide support
the moments of perfection, so brief!

I must hold my breath, linger 
~ the fear and knowledge of...

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 Such has passed
      the flower
   her soft touch
           her
  pure loveliness
         allure
     comeliness

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My first love was called Sue Heather,
I thought I’d love her forever.
We kissed and came to grief:
With braces on her teeth,
She stapled my lips together....

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Suzanne has the eyes of a woman, but the heart of a lonely child
She was raised on the radio, as an escape from the world
in a house without love, or the warmth of a smile.
No positive touch, to guide her along
No one to hold her,...

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If you kiss the Dragon Suzanne she'll lick your brown face
               But you must give her a boiled whale to save your mortal race
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I climb in Suzanne,
She ain't no hippy van,
She's rusty and forgotten
Her soul is slightly rotten
But I believe she's grand.

I turn the key and roar her 
Then I beg her like a schnorrer
Won't you let me live inside you
If not own you then to ride you
With...

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Cyril is a squirrel that comes from the Wirral, 
he looks cute and furry but he's gone a bit feral, 
Cyril dislikes foreign squirrels, 
won't hear no ifs or buts, 
he says the tide of squirrelgrants are going to have all the nuts, 
Cyril voted...

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When I was a little girl I loved all my dolls,
but, there was one that was very special to me;
some sat on my bed, some upon shelves on the walls,
one day we took a trip to places filigree !

My best doll was called Suzanne...

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you picked me up at a currys in  Beckenham
I liked your ear rings
We started our affair
you confessed to have addictions
if not tobacco then alcohol
and how you missed your chance at  acting school
It seemed losing ran in streaks
Your father collected anchor butter
as you shot...

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The greenery surrounds...
Like a tint of nature 
Blue moon floating in pure white clouds 
Invasion of the black hole 
A tear duct so deep...so sexy 
Lashes long, spread perfectly so 
Framed of peachy skin 
Half winked and gorgeously shaped...
With a mild soft wind above the...

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And there the story might have ended 
But the bite on Suzanne's thumb 
Throbbed and became distended, 
'I must say, I feel a little rum', 
she said and lay down on her bed, 
but as she fell asleep a patch of fur 
started growing on...

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I am standing 
In a line scene
Cuz my body
Needs its caffeine 

And in front of me some dink
Orders a confusing drink
Now he’s changing ‘round his order
With our patients growing shorter

And a sword from
Someone’s pocket
Now sticks through the
Guy’s eye socket

Du du du du 
Du du du...

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