"suzie" poems
The professor said
"Family therapy is like a Pie Graph
Everyone in the family contributes their own piece of pie.
When people leave
there's a chunk of pie missing
and the other members of the family
have to take on some of those roles to fill the pie."
Here's my theory:
Everyone in the family has their own whole pie.
Categorizes each housemate as a piece of it.
how they view them in their family.
how they relate to them,
Imagine a home
Mom and her four daughters.
Step dad, his daughter and son.
imagine three bedrooms.
The adults taking up one of them.
let's look at the Mother,
Her four daughters
all with different fathers
she knows how to raise children.
The daughters all know how to
Be
Children, be
Sisters, be
older or younger than each other.
The step-father knows how to have
A Wife,
One Daughter,
A Son.
Well Step-brother leaves the house.
Susie has a child at fifteen.
what does
her pie look like now?
She used to have a boyfriend,
four sisters,
a mother, father.
Now lost a brother
gained a baby.
She only knows how to be a child.
let's look at the mother.
She hasn't learned: Grandchild
but she knows how to raise a baby.
lets look at the step-father, lost his son, gained four daughters,
what's another one?
The sisters, lost their brother, a role model.
Exchanged for this this new baby.
another sister?
everyone's pie is empty in some parts.
judging by some other
dead white guys theory
when who you are doesn't line up
with who you see yourself as,
that's when people develop
Mental illness
Well I wouldn't call it ill, but let's count the bruises.
That baby is going to grow up as her mother's sister.
Suzie is going to seek the comfort of men.
Her sisters are going to constantly fight between calling themselves auntie
and Big Sis.
like tossing themselves on either side of the barbed wire fence is cause for death.
The farther we go back in each family member's backstory
the more slivers of pie we find
Georgia has autism,
Carley diagnosed depression,
Rosie an abusive relationship of 10 years.
Clover is quiet.
The Brother, schizophrenic, autistic, bipolar.
Any number of names they can slap on him.
He doesn't live there anyhow.
isn't human.
Muffle the sister that says she miss him.
hit her, cut her, lock her up.
This was a case study.
I lived with this family for four years.
unintentionally filled up parts of their pie.
I was Son.
Older brother.
Boyfriend.
Father.
When I stopped being a fly on the wall
Stopped seeing how their story was developing.
I didn't have any pie left.
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 1:25 PM UTC
Momma gave birth to a dark skinned baby girl,
She said go out there baby and conquer the world…
With that in mind, little Suzie went off to school,
She paid attention and learned the golden rule…
At 9 years old, teacher asked Suzie what she'd like to be,
Oh that's easy miss, I will work in the bank on Market Street
Child please! With that tar skin and ***** hair?
Ha! You just might give the customers a scare!
Heart broken Suzie went home and told her mom,
She had many questions about where she came from…
Is something wrong with the colour of my skin?
Why is it so hard for me to fit in?
At 18 years old Suzie went out to see the world,
Wow! You're pretty! For a little black girl…
Enough is enough! I am proud of the colour of my skin,
It's obvious that you want to go where I have been…
Don't say my black isn't beautiful, when you spend hours in a tanning booth,
Don't say my black isn't beautiful, when you know I speak the truth…
The curl of my lips, and the curve of my hips, many of you desire,
So with many surgeries, and doctor visits, my image you try to acquire...
Afraid to see and admit how beautiful my chocolate skin is,
they try to brainwash me into believing that I am not His…
You're too dark, or she's too light,
Just look at her! Her complexion isn't right…
Now my brothers and sisters are trying to look like you,
Using chemicals and creams to lighten their colour that's true…
What more do you want of us?
About our thick curly hair you make a fuss…
Making relaxers and extensions for us to use,
Who can I call because this is abuse!
You seem to be very insecure,
That is why my chocolate skin you cannot ignore…
Tired seeing us on the cover of Vogue?
I bet you'd prefer if I were a rogue…
Stop beating down on the colour of my skin,
And try to know the person that is within…
Black, white, pink or blue,
My colour should not matter to you…
My black is beautiful and of it I am proud,
So I will stand tall with my head up and declare it loud…
My black is beautiful and I love every part,
And whether you agree or not, I am a work of art…
My black is beautiful, I just want you to know,
That I will wear it proudly wherever I go!
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 7:01 AM UTC
50’s beach party
complete with twitchy go-go dancers
leather jackets
and old Plymouths
sand kicked in the faces of squares
as little Suzie Goodtime roller skates across the parking lot
picket fences shift from white to orange and pink
as they capture the sunset on a perfect American day –
free lovers swing signs
written in crayon
attempting to challenge the establishment
create world peace
through **** abuse and music in the park
subjugated and relegated to building a retirement platform
aged hipsters look at faded photographs
imagining a time they changed the all –
blown out coke head
bent on disco ***** and easy living
watches as Miami explodes
CIA operatives feeding high grade dope
to low rent projects
in an effort to funnel money and guns
into the Middle East –
gas wars and brokers as billionaires
death to glam rock and hairspray
the rise of bling and swag
selfies take center stage
unabashed introversion
as the skies are geometric grids
and the crops **** pollinators –
looking over a lifetime
of altering perception
and changing habits
the habitual nature of humanity
shines as a solid base from which all else stems
forced to recognize my own place in the septic tank
I stand as an observer and documenter
cleverly bending the woes
of the world
into words
for the lost –
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 3:54 PM UTC
She knows one day
*** will be a memory,
A nightly séance with
Her dead self. Hardwick
Will still be just one of
Her many lovers, *******
His pants in some old folks
Home, dribbling over his
Shirt, forgetting her as he
Turns to go numbly to sleep.
She inhales her cigarette,
Watches the smoke rise,
Sees in the corner of her
Room, a spider hanging.
Hardwick is due at seven.
He will bring white wine,
Foreign food, the hot ****
Movie they both want to
See, then to bed, *** sleep.
She exhales the smoke, holds
The cigarette to one side, her
Naked body sensing warm
The sheets. Suzie he’ll say,
Putting the wine and food in
The fridge, placing the movie
On, can we try that position on
Page 35? Last time it was page
32, the position not much fun,
Too much work, quite hard to do.
Mother’d turn in her grave to
See her thus. Naked at four in
The afternoon, smoking French
Cigarettes, thinking of hot ***
Wanting old age to stay away.
She sits up, stubs out the cigarette.
Mother died of cancer, too soon,
Too much, no answer. Hardwick
Will bring and expect the same:
The wine, the food, the *** after
The movie, the sleep after in her
Double bed, and all the time that
Humming of her mother in her head.
Apr 30, 2012
Apr 30, 2012 at 2:17 PM UTC
So here I am, not sure what to write
The words are eluding me
Thought about a love song
But surely I would get that one wrong
Prehaps I should write about Suzie
And how she has broken my heart
Prehaps I should write about Society
With all its ills and wrongs
Prehaps I should write about my sad, sad life
But then I wouldn't know where to start
Prehaps I should write about my addictions
But then I would just want to get high
I am not sure what to do now
As the words are eluding me..
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 11:25 AM UTC
no suzie, you can't sit next to Thumper.
you're my dolly. You sit where I want you to.
look at those fluffy ears
I don't trust 'em suzie.
he's a creep
Thumper stop looking at her like that.
Thumper, let me sing you a song
so you understand.
This is my dolly
You can't have it
This is my dolly
And **** YOU
this is my dolly
You can't have it
This is my dolly and
**** YOU
this is my dolly
you can't have it
this is my dolly and
**** YOU.
*Stomp stomp stomp *
"What are you singing?"
Nothing Daddy!
"If that is what Nothing sounds like.
You will sing for the rest of your life loudly,
Do you understand me?"
yes daddy.
"I don't wanna hear nothin' ever again.
where did you learn that song?"
Mommy sang it
last night
turned the shower on
she thinks I can't hear
if the waters running
it doesn't work though,
the way her voice cracks
when she sings
I can tell shes crying.
"Oh...
princess...
you misheard...
last night,
mommy sang:
This is my body
You can't have it
This is my body and
Well that last line...
...that wasn't singing
Daddy just desereved that.
You know, it's funny.
you and I...
...we got the same word wrong."
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 10:08 PM UTC
Barefoot dreaming
Dandelion graveyard
Wrapped in yesterday's wishes
Drowning in a Bluegrass sea
Raven black shadows
Sweet tea lips
Cast upon a field of has been
Porch of hiatus
Rooted rocking chair
Song of tomorrow
A promise that cannot be kept
Tune of a heritage soul
Black eyed susan cries
Aerial view from a robin's eye
Golden rod sunrise
Bourbon moon
Deep fried soul
Bonfire lullaby
Love song melody
Deeply rooted
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 8:21 PM UTC
at the outdoor bar on the beach
And all the golf carts gather around.
Some Elvis and a few more beers
No millennials until sundown.
In that little deuce coupe,
the Beach Boys run around,
Surfer girl's a Pasadena lady,
And surf boards are all aground.
Now I long for yesterday
When oldies were the craze.
There goes the sun and I say,
Hey Jude, here's to better days.
I ride back to the boonies,
thinking when oldies were newsies.
Wake up little Suzie,
we gotta go home
Jun 19, 2022
Jun 19, 2022 at 2:13 AM UTC
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Oh I adore Black Eyed Suzie so much
How she climbs aver my backyard fence
So beautiful she is when shes on display
With her audacity my fence has no defence
And when she not as lovely as she can be
Others make good use of her being there
So many others climbing all over her
Total beauty beyong all others to be fair
She loves Honey Suckles for company
When its as well in fullest bloom down back
Just give her half a chance all she needs
She never will ever be found looking slack
terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 12:16 AM UTC
River run dry
Mountains are gone
Man has destroyed
The earth he lives on
••
The soul is corrupted
All hearts they break
We have forgotten
All the Promises we made
////
WAIT ! WAIT !
THIS JUST IN !!!!
little SUZIE Cream cheese
After a night of drunken fornication on the beach
Finally heard the 3 MAGIC WORDS ---- I LOVE YOU
before passing out into her FOREVER BLISS state
Of complete mindless unconsciousness
....
Only to wake up to the knowledge that the dude is married
Has 3 kids
And she is mistress # 7 on his **** list !
She is now wandering thru her high school corridors
Where everyone is running up to her dumping
Bags of **** on her head
Pointing at her and
Laughing their ***** off !!
////
Now
Where was I ?
( oh yeah // I remember )
••
River run dry
Mountains are gone
Man has destroyed .......
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 3:39 PM UTC
When you were old enough to walk, you were either given a Barbie doll or a Tea Set. Because you were a little girl, and apparently, since you are a girl who has just been given life herself, you should be in charge of a life. From the time we were able to run, you were given tutus and ballet shoes. Because a girl should be graceful and quiet, poised and elegant. "Look at this pretty doll, Suzie!" and "Why are you always getting into such messes!" are things that should never coexist in a little girl's life.
What happened to being who you want to be? I want to mosh to Green Day, not learn how to play Clair de Lune on a piano. What happened to those days when you could run around and not care who saw you?
Because now your life revolves around: "Does this shirt match these jeans?" and "I wonder if he'll look at me if I wear more make-up?" I long for a life where I was never raised to believe that being a little girl meant looking beautiful for someone else. I want to live a life where I can look stunning in a band tee and skinnys, and not give a **** what anyone thinks.
Because what happened? You grew up and met the world. And the world ate you and spit you back out.
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 7:41 PM UTC
uk raf highest level
dra (comander in chief)
tree, doe, sta, daffodil
ma da la dee so wa.
highest level command all countries sea of china.
highest level artillary china
sea, say say, atata,
suzie, nightbird
tra, so, summer, mon,
toto, motto, qui, ta.
china temples motto
china building straw
all systems a a
Dec 7, 2020
Dec 7, 2020 at 5:56 PM UTC
take an itch, wait
scratch it,
did the itch ax fo d scritch or was that
you
voice in the head of the ehearer
radio, maybe so
maybe so
Frank Zappa, or
Emily Dickenson
or Suzie Creamcheese,
only her words reamain, yet
remain
mainly in my head a phrase
it seems, a phase shift
maybe so
electric trickery, I don't know
can you hear me now, is there reason?
is reason being
reasoned with?
Are we, reasoning together,
and you know not
is it me, it is
maybe so. May is thy word,
in this phase of
your moon
fuzzy light croissant logo,
Batman or is that a cross, and a rho?
Chi Rho praxis nexus Latin lying
demnation time wastin'
funny books, retelling stories
as if it's true, as if
I heard it, I told it, as I read it,
believing every word.
Classic Illustrated.
What good does that do you?
I confess,
Professor, I don't know
if, right or wrong, ification is
done by me or mere
fictional
May, the power, given a go.
I could say. May is my word, now.
May my best wish be,
the quest is,
good beyond reason,
doing that phase shift
electional trick to May,
seasonal reason
for unbridled joy.
Tending, pretending, trending
means more to AI than I.
May I make the difference?
Say I may.
May is your word now.
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 6:57 AM UTC
starting with periwinkle,
when they say I'm colorblind
I cough a bit;
tarred-up heart, doncha
know, bless your little heart then.
I could run wild, given highs
that rare to lull;
now, a call to cull. I willing,
force the slaved ego.
I said never to capitulate;
how obstinate, I;
swearing prostrate.
I, crying why?
"To live of metre,
for to die in metre, of course."
pretty cold-blooded, a moment
for I when I needs an eye;
prostrate, perfect,
composing ****** structure
in order for I to redeem
a gaze from hand
[when clock tick-tocks]
through wound of perfect grace.
feel all awkward, shut
the door right quick;
"Who the **** was that?"
Suzie Black,
why you sulking around this I?;
why you balking around some lie?
Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 7:36 AM UTC
Dead or alive?
Can I choose both sides, or sway
The fences darkened edge.
Do I have to be living
To end up dead
Or am I already a beat up ripe
Corpse?
Do I have to
Have my heart burst into pain
To be alive again?
No need to be alive when I'm already dead with my sweet
Though my sweet is a treat of the utmost beauty
Shes my captivator my Suzie.
My honey buns and cutie.
Rock and rolling I will jam for her
Because it's moving.
And a fine wine to end up the last part of the night
As we caress eachother off
To the room.
Door's shut!
No knocking please.
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 12:37 AM UTC
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^^^^^^^^^^
when the man told me I was cute
I shoot him in the face with an arrow
He got real mad
I said
Just squeeze the sides a the rubber suction cup together
And it'll pop right off !
**** HEAD
///
Me and my friend was walkin along when this priest
Come up
And my friend started sceaming
RUN SUZIE RUN
so I run
When I asked her why we run she just pointed back
And said
**** HEAD
••
We walked past the high school
An everybody was dressed like it was
A Halloween Party for Prostitutes
and some boy ( or somethin )
Look at me and acted weird and all I could think of
Was to just shout out
**** HEAD !
///
I was told
IF YE START ACTING LIKE A ******
YOU WONT KEEP ATTRACTING SO MUCH
ATTENTION
just another
**** HEAD talkin
"""
Everybody lookin so twisted and deranged
I'm just an 8 yer old kid !
walkin around in a world a
**** HEADS !
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC
Edward scanned the magazine and all its adds, till he found the one that caught his eye.
"Funderwear what ever you want."
Voluptuous and care free, will dress as anything for a further fee.
This was it! His repression over? He made the call, and sent the money over.
All excited showered and shaved he drove over to madam May's.
Up the path and through the door he made his way to the second floor.
A knock on the door and it opened wide, a voice called "Edward, Come inside!"
He entered slowly in trepidation and made his way to the master bedroom.
There she was dressed in a basque, just like he'd asked like a burlesque dancer.
Then the scream.
IT WAS HIS SISTER!
His sister said she was an accountant, she worked in the city and sent money home.
Now he knew, not the numbers kind, his image shattered and his heart now smashed.
She said she would refund the cash but begged him "Please don't tell the folks about this."
They had tea in china cups and were joined by Daisy who owned the rooms.
Daisy was all he ever desired and they chatted into the night. May left at 9 for her next appointment and Daisy took Edward too her apartment.
Morning came only once, unlike Edward the night before, as he and Daisy rode and rode.
He dressed and smiled and she kissed his lips.
Why had he never loved like this?
Daisy asked. Could they meet again? But somewhere else, and not in bed.
They met again, and then some more, they fell in love and so much more.
Daisy's name was really Jane and after a year they both wed.
Family dinners are never dull and Edward's life is quite fulfilled.
May calls often to see the kids and plays the part of Auntie Suzie.
Grandma tells them be good at school and be successful like your aunt Susan!
Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 7:14 PM UTC
I want to slide into the plumbing of your heat
Strapped to a bed
Hole in your chest
I still can't get in
The distance between us is like time
Infinite and infinitesimal
Inches to kilometers
Miles to centimeters
I can feel your warmth from Pluto
Like a silver ribbon tethered to an outter rim space cadet
Lost in space
Swimming through the ylem to get to your divide
When i find you and feel your gravity
I worry that atrophy will fill my knees
Collapsing from the weariness of my quest
El Dorado's Golden Road
Ponce de Leon's Fountain of Youth
Suzie's Fourth Floor Room
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 6:22 PM UTC
twas seven twenty
on a thursday night
ma was in the ground
pa was inside
and i
was sitting crosslegged
sipping dark chardonnay
with a dead fly
in it
feeling high on fumes of
citronella candles
while the horizon
turned to rust
and huckleberry stains
and so did my feet
and the dirt smelled the same
come to think of it
but i didn't see nothing
i'd already seen it all
that's how i
broke out
of the hoosegow
that's why i'm
freer than the flies
that can't bother me
(i never saw a ****** thing)
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 10:06 PM UTC
Whisper she said as her lids grew heavy, as the day ended and her bed beconed.
"Don't let them know" was what she said, in Orwellian terms still a rebel redhead!
Whisper oh whisper! So no other hears and steals you words and enslaves your dreams.
A rallying cry at 00.01 as her eylids closed and she snuggled down.
A rebel at heart and a heart all her own, memories of her when I was young. The Mary Quant of our local pub an Icon of my wasted youth.
A lifetime ago, well maybe half and then one day there she was! Sat listening to a guy on gutiar, no mistaking it was her.
At the end of the night they left together, double denim man and Suzie the stranger.
I thought that would be the last I would see of a face I had always wanted to kiss.
Now fate and fortune never steered my path until one night I was in the Cavern.
Then like a muse that teased your very soul, there she was with double denim man oh fuckity ****
Shunted and shifted from club to club then there for a moment she was all alone.
We spoke and laughed and had both had enough and somehow her lips seemed to scream
"Kiss me now!"
Only a fool would have refused that chance so I kissed her and imagined we were 20 again.
Lips parted, not awkward,
but should I have kissed?
It was double denims woman and I had stolen a kiss!
So Whisper now as I whispered then. When I stole a kiss or was it given away.
Only you would know which, but
I wish I had kissed you again and again.
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 8:14 PM UTC
Amidst rain, storm roars
I see no castrated boars
Boat's offshore no oars
Suzie's lips gape wide
She mounts upon me astride
But I'm no horse ride
Her skin's like fresh meat
I can smell her desert heat
Kissing two hearts beat
Sadistic nails jooked
Parachute bra flies unhooked
Sweet pain overlooked
Obey and poised steely
Or miss chance to taste freely
Tongue's out slink deely
Coitus should be fun
Wheely as a circus bun
Sways no childish pun
Letting her take lead
As I sprout thoughts from charred ****
With one closed eyelid
She grabs the viper
Moods daren't swing like jeep's wiper
"Roger that, ******
Aug 12, 2024
Aug 12, 2024 at 9:53 AM UTC