Suzanne light blue eyes
so beautiful to gaze at
sensational sail
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 after my sister,
she was an angel in heaven in God's strong arms;
I slept with Suzanne and at night often kissed her,
we came home to red flames and fire truck alarms !
I ran towards the house screaming for my Suzanne,
mom held me in her arms as I wept- dead again;
our house was gone and we went to stay with gran,
for days I cried and could not even speak my pain !
Mom bought me a new Suzanne but I called her Anne,
she came everywhere with me even to my school;
I kept her safe with me- oh, yes that was my plan,
at our church on Sunday she learnt the golden rule !
In truth, I never forgot my very best doll,
she was gone forever and forever was lost;
sometimes, when it is quiet I can hear her call,
though Anne, I so love- and she will never get tossed !
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 off to your Bayswater sub let
on weekdays
Going to say goodbye to Suzanne
the river flows
its summer but feels late autumn
The contention school is over
There's breath outside Beckenham
Her hair is multi~coloured,she wears big doc marten boots,her body is covered in pictures,where the tattoo gun ran loose..she hasn’t got any confidence,and very low self esteem,she paints a smile on her face,that turns into a beam..she values all her friendships,you all make her feel complete,she gets some nasty comments,but those haters she will beat!….she has her own personal struggles,it’s like fighting in a war,she gets tired of fighting a battle,for she has no points to score..she’s defiantly a fighter,she fights for just herself,she don’t need any money,as her friendships are her wealth..she is somebody’s daughter,but she doesn’t give a damn,she feels just like a warrior,her name is just SUZANNE..
We sleep in the same bed
but we were apart
was it the age difference
or that you lived in Beckenham
you told me of your addictions
tobacco and wine
You seemingly had no friends
just access to your Dads Midlands Account
I was in the long line
of your suitors
your father said
who is this new fellow?
I needed survival,
why share n your lost dreams?,
skirting between London
and a London bed sit
you must have been lonely
why take my hand ?
to lead me in your one and only
bad land.
You increased my gloom
I had to partir
you made some wounding repartee
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 life becoming more.
They tell me you're a clunker
And a worn out useless junker
I want you fixed and waxed
With my refund income tax
And life will be so good.
Sleeping in the back
Of my rusty Cadillac
She promises me a meal
in Gorst's finest diner
And a ride o'er the sea
to a place she loves in China
And that's the way to feel.
But I died asphyxiated
From this life liberated
When Suzanne turned herself on
Ran exhaust until the air's gone
And I smiled in my sleep
Eternal and so deep
For only Death is real.
continues ....
(for it 'twas by him that she was awoken).
'Dont listen to hate, or give in to fear,
He said with a countenance kindly,
remember your Vedas and mantras,
Let your be life be lived for the many,
and not for the few,
don't be led into fascism blindly'!
With these wise, timely words in her ears she awoke,
And said by Krishna! I feel so much better,
I must give to the poor and buy the big issue
off that bloke,
the one that's got the red setter.
Now she's totally restored to full yogic health,
and she volunteers at the hospice on Sundays,
'Social welfare should be funded by taxes on wealth!'
She says now, and every Monday
Suzanne can be found (when no one's around)
doing good deeds,
for strangers,
by stealth.
Gone is the curse of the ware squirrel,
but, what of Cyril?
Surely, there must be some news?
The rumour is that he joined Conservative Home,
And now works for Boris in Tory HQ.
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 brow
Fascinated...I am
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 heavens, we have become the universe
So yes I miss you, but smile it’s not the end
Look up in those dark gray skies
It’s me your flesh and blood that does cry
Not for the days of long ago
It’s me who weeps and sheds tears for you so sad
So I send you hugs and kisses
I send you heavens wishes
Live for me, and live for you
You have too, you see, live for two!
There will be a day we are children together
It will not matter the time or the weather
So I beg of you way down there
Live this life as if I were there
I am just a little one
With the gift of the after
I am no wiser just filled with joyous laughter
Knowing one day
We will all be family once again
Kisses from heaven
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
She can't say boo to a goose
You can hold her by a noose
But if you lay a trip on her you'll vanish without trace
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 du
Du du du-du du-du du-du...
“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
A golden afternoon,
Late October, and my thoughts
Are all of you, Suzanne…
Vestiges of your being
Appear on visages of
A hundred different people;
But none are you, not one
As green, as golden.
Hard it is to know no miracle
Will mend, no giddy hope assuage,
The scourge that slowly puts an end
To our valiant green and golden girl.
Memory takes us to days of indolence,
Of innocence, of children lying on a levee
Deep in lush, green, summer clover --
In sunlight almost as golden
As your hair -- beside a flowing river
Bearing away your golden hours
And the painless green of youth.
Now, in your green room, reclined
In shadow, our golden girl reposes.
Your courage lights the coming night
That does not dim the gold and green
You always shared, and still you share.
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.
.
Such has passed
the flower
her soft touch
her
pure loveliness
allure
comeliness
such has passed
the precious days
which count
she was born
Such shall not pass
the promise
from the One who
did raise our Lord
“to raise all
who are His”
‘ Suzanne Sommers … ’ 36th Senryu
Suzanne Sommers, See
63, Looks Like 30
You Go Girl, Chrissy !
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