Long Suzette Poems
Long Suzette Poems. Below are the most popular long Suzette by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Suzette poems by poem length and keyword.
Anne-Lise Andresen- "Hugs"
Anisha Dutta- "Sweet Lady"
Beata Agustin- "Spiritual"
Bill Baker- "Friend from Texas"
Brandy Nicole- "Whispers & Scribbles"
Brian Sambourne- "One of my Canadian besties"
Brian Sand- Contest #10,000 (lol)-keep 'em coming, Brian!
Carolyn Devonshire- "Sweet Caroline" (R.I.P. dear Carolyn)
Christina Bowring- "Hugs & Smiles"
Constance la France- "Cats"
Craig Cornish- "Need a dictionary"
Daniel Turner- "Great scrabble player- better poet" (lol)
Darlene De Beaulieu- "Hello Mr. Messina" - (needs to fix avatar-lol)
Deb M- "Debx"
Emile Pinet- "Gifting his books"
Eve Roper- Nursey Rhymes"
Gershon Wolf- "The great philosopher"
Gregory Barden- "The Bard"
Hilo Poet- "Aloha"
I Am Anaya- "Cool"
Ink Empress- "Ink Princess"
Jan Allison- "Best for a laugh"
JCB Brul- "Never won her contests (lol)
John Hamilton- "Lyrics"
John Lawless- "WTFWT"
John Watt- "Word master"
Joseph May- "Love his contests"
Julia Ward- Never won her contests either (lol)
Kim Rodriguez- "Nature"
Lady Labyrinth- "Deep"
Line Gauthier- "Short and sweet"
Maria Williams- "My dear Aussie"
Michael Tor- "My brother from another mother"
Mike Gentile- "Caring"
Milton Hankins- "Missing him"
Mystic Rose Rose- "Flowers, flowers"
Panagiota Romios- "Pangie, the S.F. kid"
Paula Goldsmith- "A lovely read/write"
Quoth The Raven- "The Birds"
Regina McIntosh- "Love, Gina"
Richard Lamoureux- "His lovely wife"
Robert Hinshaw- "The poem I wrote for his wife"
Robert James Liguori- "Marvel"
Sam Kaufman- The finest bus driver poet I ever knew"
Sandra Haight- "My Jersey gal"
Sara Baker- "Bill's lovely wife"
Sara Kendrick- "Thanks for sharing"
Silent One- "Silence" (Rumi)
Sotto Poet- "Admirable"
Susan Ashley- "Warmest wishes"
Suzette Delaney- "The poem I wrote about her avatar eye"
Suzette Richards- "Can't do her contests, too hard (lol)
Tania Kitchin- "Haiku's"
Tom Cunningham- "Great story teller"
Tom Watt- "Another word master"
Tom Woody- "Reminds me of Milton- for some reason"
Unseeking Seeker- "The Seeker"
Valsa George- "Blessings"
Victor Buhagiar- "Missing his wife"
Vijay Pandit- "Imagery and Imagination"
Winged Warrior- "The great alliteration'er"- (R.I.P. John)
On a shattered pebble beach my kernel,
becomes this dervish dancing to the maniacal symbol rash tune,
of inchoate monsoon grass beat timpani,
that’s dimly frowned on by sonic virtuoso,
but terms like briny carrageen sea sweep gain purple splotch kudos,
I gaze with indigo ocean eyesight,
at sheer rock face sunken mould gradient,
where faculties solicit august maxim,
from eternal parchment, grain whirl sand dune smorgasbord,
mud-strewn psalms primed and pumped by ebbing sotto voce stream,
gust smitten lighthouse whose solitary pulsing wink always welcome,
syntax that gray matter genesis scorned geoform tag,
I scribble quintains in a quagmire that ooze magma inkling,
prose stolen from jagged facet incline or whatever,
has this elemental moment turned ghost writer by sixth sense?
saline vista swung pivot on tsunami doorway,
brackish carcass rife with clamped seashells as mirror,
weather-worn thoughts skim eccentric apex,
behemoth undertaker facing self-scripted gauntlet,
but this pilgrim shall yearn evermore imbibing loose mist,
with marble slab as jotter and squid ink another fountain pen,
who really knows what tidemark gems may yet surface,
do metaphors sequester diurnal cycles like day/night swop?
rhetorical or not this lambent aspect must be met on grit-etch blue boulder,
vice-grip of visual plunge belies gravity,
yet this blustery conundrum is just this water drop,
something inconsequential for one clutching at faint will-o-the-wisp,
pepper-strewn haze does obstruct linguistic odour,
despite a caustic rebuff from deep down warden as inner slant,
zany whirlpool blob grasping at ambiguous twill plume,
faraway tangerine canvass might stir tongue-tied raw sketch,
ingenious quest might throb for charmed portrayal,
nought shall thwart this dreamer off-course,
spectral pantoum, geometric quatrain, jewel-crust tanka,
prolific silken sentient suzette an overarch odyssey,
regardless of vernal totem, sumptuous literary harvest,
with its dogged catalytic compass point,
to maunder without curb despite prevailing opus storm,
sculptured outcrop on an apt idyllic text,
once off ephemeral from boundless paragon,
a colour burst vocabulary pending but when?
In awe, I welcome Thor with utmost glee.
The powerful celestial force set free
amongst the hills and over the coarse scree.
The winds that whip and slink — the hailstones loudly clink.
Flashes segue to link — I quell the urge to blink.
My pulse quickens at the rank petrichor.
I ignore being drenched, making my soul soar,
I turn my face to the rain to taste more.
The storm will not abate — it’ll make me very late
for meeting that’ll seal fate — my destiny won't wait.
Our tempers complimenting to a T,
and search for impressive clichés in sync.
Remembering that which had gone before,
I’m quite blasé about the hot debate.
This poem was included in the 11-poem anthology dealing with hailstones, in the online publication Pick Me Up Poetry, March 2022:
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© SUZETTE SONNET—SUZNET for short (9 April 2021)
A 14-line sonnet of alternating triplets and couplets, concluding with a quatrain.
1. Rhyme scheme: aaa (b1–b2)(b3–b4) ccc (d1–d2)(d3–d4) abcd
2. The triplets are iambic pentameter [*/|*/|*/|*/|*/].
3. The rhyming couplets are iambic hexameter and include an internal rhyme, namely [*/|*/|*/—*/|*/|*/] (alexandrines).
4. Concluding with a quatrain in iambic pentameter that summarises the poem in a rhyme scheme set by the triplets and couplets.
5. The volta is at L9. OR the couplets may define pivots within the poem, ie a tilting or shifting in the mainline of thought. When the latter is employed, it needs to be uniform throughout the poem.
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LEXICON
ceraunophilia: (n) A fondness (loving) for thunder and lightning and finding them intensely beautiful.
The term is derived from the Greek ‘keraunós’, meaning lightning or thunderbolt. On the flip side, ceraunophobia may be defined as a fear of thunder and lightning.
scree: (n) a mass of small stones that form a slope on a mountain.
segue: (v) 1. (in music and film) move without interruption from one piece of music or scene to another. 2. Move or shift from one state or condition to another.
petrichor: (adj) it describes how rain makes the hot ground smell at the first rains.
THE SUN, EARTH & MOON
(Alternative title: Sygyzy)
The sun is the past—
crucible of the
epigenetic light.
The earth’s the present—
inexorably
our arrogant might.
The moon’s the future—
a desolate orb
frozen in its plight.
Modern science says: The sun is the past, the earth is the present, the moon is the future. From an incandescent mass we have originated, and into a frozen mass we shall turn. Merciless is the law of nature, and rapidly and irresistibly we are drawn to our doom. ~Nikola Tesla
© Suzette Richards 30 July 2017
A PRICELESS GIFT
Everyone should consider his body as a priceless gift from one whom he loves above all, a marvellous work of art, of indescribable beauty, and mystery beyond human conception, and so delicate that a word, a breath, a look, nay, a thought may injure it. ~Nikola Tesla
I hold myself rigid within the framework of creeds
imposed upon me by the secular world at large.
I resist the urge to become totally feral.
A light shines through the cracked urn of my consciousness,
and challenges my intellect and the many preconceived ideas.
Reason and common sense hover; are peripheral.
I recognise that the frail husk that we dwell in
is the reason for our temptation and fleeting pleasure—
Our very earthly existence is ephemeral.
© Suzette Richards 1 July 2021
MAKING MY LIFE EASY …
From Alexander Graham Bell’s telephone,
to the electromechanical vibrator —
all invented before the vacuum cleaner.
Life as a woman has its perks,
but the drudgery of housekeeping
could leave many feeling meaner
than a nest of rattlesnakes.
But pay me some attention with an invention;
I will surely become a real keener.
I do not think you can name many great inventions that have been made by married men. ~Nikola Tesla
© Suzette Richards 10 July 2021
Written to coincide with his birthday, midnight 9–10 July.
The first 3 lines: These are all inventions by married men.
PS Tesla never married.
Also see my article: The Tesla 3–6–9: Poetic form since 2017
let me make an argument for love you can’t refute
I want to win you
I want you to be convinced
I’m the best thing that there is
give heed to this, my argument of logos
for in that you will find peace
it makes sense
logical
I can satisfy your needs
a good arrangement
I know the empty spaces
of your heart
I will make you whole
completion is within reach
I am here
and what of ethos?
am I credible?
are you scared to trust in me?
afraid you will break
like before
By others who were untrue
stop keeping the score
I am not of the same hue
my color is faithfulness
I will never let you fall
ask anyone to testify of my honesty
ask now
believe
I am the real deal
rest in this my bed of honest devotion
trust me
in my eyes truth lives
I am credible
let my actions of the past now speak to you
dispelling your doubt
I am genuine
never fear
what can compare to pathos?
my all-encompassing love?
the oceans are impotent
the “mighty” waves weak
so unlike the mighty swells of my passion
that pound
that withdraw
only to come crashing down
stronger
Leaving you gasping for breath
pulling you under
again and again
tugging and churning
helpless in my liquid arms
the moon hides
unable to compete with my love for you
shamed by the brilliance
of my devotion
she gathers the stars
my love can illuminate
your way in the darkest night
even the sun is no match
to the fiery heat my passion ignites
wilder than an inferno
hot flares
Oh….so....H O T
it blazes with licking tongues of desire
able to melt your restraint
consuming
let it set you on fire
let it sear your heart
let me smell the scent of your burning body
in my unquenchable flame
I implore you to consider my great love
it is life
it goes beyond life
it is deep
it goes beyond depth
it goes beyond star embroidered veil of night
it goes beyond the horizon of today
tomorrow
and eternity
consider my love
the logos
ethos
and above it all, pathos
let them be my voice
open wide your heart to me
…today
don’t wait
surrender to me
s u r r e n d e r
to...M E
Eileen Manassian Ghali
SEARCHING FOR SELF
"I soak myself
With thoughts of
Fear,
Meditating,
quietly I hear,
Nothing but,
Echoes of Anger and wrath,
I hear the ancestors,
of yesterday,
Long past,
I had goals and plans
To succeed
But life was changed
Once in captivity field
I realized I couldn't
Be me,
I was only accepted
When I was Becky,
Went to college
Study history lies
Thought I had truth
Until I started to cry
The fountain of youth;
Had to return
An be re-schooled
So much I learned
I wonder why
I spoke like them
Everything I did
Was to please them
I often wondered
When, and when,
This life of bruises
would finally end,
Mental slavery
Start giving in
Again,
I had hatred of self
No pencil to erase,
Just stained ink
And pen,
Of my ancestors days,
From beginning to end
Some still a slave
Currency, a best friend
So many sleep
Un-awaken men
Philosophy follow
Oppresors trend,
So much on my
Mind
Of life tragedies and
Crimes,
Like a clock
I start to unwind
My history,
It was so unkind,
A slave, been raped
Worked cotton fields,
Massa said do it
Or thirty lashes it be
I see my ancestors
Burried by trees
They've become the fertilizer
The old peach trees,
No one dares to eat
A history
I can't
Repeat
So I soak
Putting my mind at ease
As I recognize
My Africa beauty,
I pour out
Start to be me
I realese the lies
And negativity,,,
My mind bleeds
New truth of me
Causing new anxiety
But I pause
I see the real me
I take a deep breath
Relax and freeze
I meditate and release
This disease,
Of lies they sold to me
I am Africa
That is me
Jamaican, Haitian, American
All we,
Just dropped off
Different places by sea,
Still in captivity,
So now I live
And relax as me
Brothas and sistas
Same as me
In diffrent countries
I see me,
I see we
Our spirituality,
Awaken unity,
I see Africa,
A true beauty"
(c)2017 Copyright All Rights Reserved
By Suzette Campbell aka Poetic Prophetess
9/15/17
"Surely the day is coming; it will burn like a furnace. All the arrogant
and every evil doer will be stubble, and that day that is coming will set
them on fire,' says the Lord Almighty. Not a root or branch will be left
to them ... and they will be ashes under the soles of your feet."
Malachi 4:1-3, Old Testament Prophet
dr stephen strange, was a egotistical doctor
till he hurt his hands
and seeking a cure he found the ancient one
to become sorcerer supreme
dr victor von doom, monarch
he wears an iron mask to hide his evil scarred face
arrogant, superior, he has no mercy
he is very powerful
doom's mother was killed
in a bargain gone wrong with the mephisto
aged genghis, a powerful wizard calls a meeting
for all sorcerers
there is
a wild battle that leaves only strange and doom
strange in the end is winner
but the runner up doom is granted a gift
he wants to free is mother
with dr strange's help
but, doom plans
to exchange strange's soul for his mothers soul
entering hell they battle the hellfire demons
satan is angry
he sets black ravens and sandstorms to stop them
and they get separated
they wander in hell searching
till doom meets up with satan and makes a deal
to free his mother's soul he will exchange strange's soul
his mother is disgusted
in a battle with satan the doctors win
cynthia is then freed and goes to heaven
strange and doom return to earth
was it a triumph
dr doom had an evil plan
in the name of love
well, he got what he wanted
and that was to at last free his mother's soul
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March 09, 2023
Poetry/Suzette Prime/Doctor Strange and Doctor Doom Go To Hell
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1530-378-09
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Suzette Prime is a form created by Suzette Richards of PS
Written for the Premiere contest, Hell
sponsor, Robert James Liguori, Judged 03/10/2023
First Place
SILENT TEARS
"Sometimes I wonder
Why you can't hear me
If you'd only listen
But maybe you fear me
You say I'm trippin
I feel like a Christian
Trying to prove my love
But like jesus, you missing
On this journey I feel all alone
I talk to you nobody's home
Empty my mind
Cordless phone
Trying to reach
Your heart,
Dead end zone
Plenty of times
I hit solid stone
Put up blocks
Trying to hide my fears
But it only produce silent tears
They never fall
Clear glue in my eyes
Killing my heart
Can you hear my
Dry cries
I tried to speak
You jump right in
So I stop
Let you ramble and sing
I laugh, I smile
Somtimes I grin
But my silent cry
Lies within
Sometimes I wonder
Why you can't hear me
If you'd only listen
But maybe you fear me
You say I'm trippin
I feel like a Christian
Trying to prove my love
But like jesus, you missing
I give you my love
You refuse to feel
Its like you are made
Of Brick and steel
Sometimes I wish to reverse
The wheel
But my love is deep
My love is real
Trying to be superwoman
Now I no longer feel
I try to keep holding on
But I've become numb
Like a newborn baby
Can't talk sucking the thumb
I've become mute
Some say dumb
But it's my heart
Its come undone
My cry is loud
Can you hear me now
Like nimbus clouds
Rain is pouring, ow ow
The pain is piercing
Like branding a cow
But I no longer can feel
My cry takes a bow
For the tears are gone
Silence for now
For on the inside
Snowballs they pow
Pounding my heart
Trying to release
It now
But just like you
No bullet no plow
Can get this heart
It's brick and steel now
Sometimes I wonder
Why you can't hear me
If you'd only listen
But maybe you fear me
You say I'm trippin
I feel like a Christian
Trying to prove my love
But like jesus, you missing
(c)2017 Copyright All Rights Reserved
By Suzette Campbell aka Poetic Prophetess
8/3/17
May sunshine and scattered showers
Countdown days and sleepless hours
Village maidens creep from their bowers
Meet amongst the meadow flowers
In a circle they skip and dance
Whilst chanting their love one's name
Enticing as moths to a flame
Each to another and all the same
Jethro, Saul, Piers and Lance.
As storm clouds darkened the blue sky
Each maiden emitted a sigh
Happily with vocals on high
hurried home, to wait bye and bye
Fair Suzette wished to be Piers wife
He waited for the day's sunset
to spread it's golden riverlet
For Piers was in love with Suzette
Dame Fortune had smiled on his life
Piers was due an inheritance
Came by way of a recompense
Family feuds were once intense
Thankfully all now make good sense
The moon lightened his way ahead
He walked then rested for awhile
Reading her note he did smile
Then hurried on over the style
Spurred on by love he quickly tread
Bleating sheep barring his way along
Moved aside as he sang love song
Twas her his heart did belong
He hoped her heart was just as strong
Thoughts of meeting made his heart thud
To rendevous she had agreed
The marshy fen and the tall green reed
Bogged down his progress to impede
He soldiered on caked in the mud
As overhead storm clouds passed
Sinking, helpless, he stared aghast
ankles, then knees he was stuck fast
Frantic, his eyes about him cast
Wind caught words blown far away
Then came a glowing lantern flame
Wending a pathway to her swain
For her his fear he overcame
He lowered his head and then did pray
He heard wild ponies stampeding
Then towards Piers they then did swing
He searched his pockets for some string
Lassoing one did upwards spring
Oh joy he thought my lucky day.
He gained control with frantic haste
Then across the fen he did race
To lift Suzette to his embrace.
They married and named their child May
EGOTISTICAL
"I love you too much
To fight you
So I'm setting you free
So you can fly happy
Never wanted quit
I must admit
That this relationship
Had an ego trip
The turbulence
Was too often
It kept shaking my heart
I'd rather keep it intact
Than have it fall apart
For all the wrong we did
Glad to let go
Time we kill this
The lying Ego
We use to care
Show concern
If we'd only stop
Give love a turn
But we blew it up
A forrest fire now burns
All we do is accuse
And take turns
While this ego
Wiggle like worms
Killing us both
Soon you and I
In urns
So I had to stop
I had the desire to learn
Broke up with ego
Cause my heart still yearns
I love you too much
To fight you
So I'm setting you free
So you can fly happy
Never wanted to quit
I must admit
This relationship
Had an ego trip
No one wins
But ego will ride
Every wave or storm
It never hides
But shakes the ship
And watch the fight
Who won the war
The battle was tight
Put our souls at risk
Did we ever ask why
Tsunamis were better
Floods real high
Destroying the years
Silencing the cries
Of a love
That was a natural high
Ever wonder why
We didn't try,
We tell ourselves
Pretty little lies
I love you too much
To fight you
So I'm setting you free
So you can fly happy
Never wanted to quit
I must admit
This relationship
Had an ego trip
Unwilling to change
This illusion of control
Like the hunger games
Kills the soul
Causing emotional pain,
Giving ego lava
Sending hot rain
Crumble like cassava
We both lose
Love was the aim
But we invited ego
The relationship can't tame
I love you too much
To fight you
So I'm setting you free
So you can fly happy
Never wanted to quit
I must admit
This relationship
Had an ego trip"
(c)2018 Copyright All Rights Reserved
By Suzette Campbell aka Queen'Anyah Divine
11/19/18