Suzanne Poems - Poems about Suzanne

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 self overwhelms, terrifies, confuses... I know, you know, that I'll stop looking...

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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 after my sister, she was an angel in heaven in God's...

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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 off to your Bayswater sub let on weekdays Going to say goodbye...

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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...

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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...

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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 life becoming more. They tell me you're a clunker And a worn...

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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...

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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 her tum. She slept a light and fitful sleep Full...

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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 ukip and cheered when brexit won, The says 'now we've...

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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 brow Fascinated...I am...

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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 heavens, we have become the universe So yes I miss you,...

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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, when lost, or alone, but will grow to be strong...

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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 could have been you; you with the eyes of a woman, so...

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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 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......

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