"suzy" poems
An early evening gust
broke the back of the day's blaze
Still 90 degrees at eight
in orange haze
Sweat runs down my neck
Through the gorge between my *******
The wind lifts my linen shirt
runs its hands along my sides
reviving memory
of Forest Park
of a blanket in the grass
Where the pines trace
so many faces
Crackling popping kids
stolen matches, running
screaming victorious!
Blowing tin cans up with fire crackers
Bicycles, sparklers, fireworks at dusk
That whole afternoon
I spent hammering caps
Noise really makes us kids
really
especially
annoying
Mom wants us out!
Gone! All of us!
No needs. No excuses!
No cookies! No slices of bologna!
“No more Kool Aid!
Out now!
Out!”
That evening I tried
to dismiss the itchy sweat
of stupid-sister-Suzy-matching-sun-suits
at Gino's family picnic
When some kid
(I don't know?)
between the rigatoni and the sweet corn
Some kid
tosses a sparkler
into box of fireworks
I don't know?
whether to cry or laugh
I was pretty scared
Rockets going off across the lawn
and onto porch
Craze of colors through the trees
Some at eye-level horror!
But the sight of Aunt Nedda
diving under picnic table
Stockings, garter belt upended
Capsized beyond her caring
of uplifted dress
Some images just stay with you, ya know?
July 4th always lands for me
on a firework's ***
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 1:34 AM UTC
There's gods all around that pound you
While the men in high heels surround you
How much longer 'til they've found you?
Suzy, do you know what you've done?
She had her ways of seduction
A femme fatale if there ever was one
A high class killer and a smart one
But everyone fails once or twice
You spent the night in the hacienda
Curled up on the white veranda
To kingdom come they'd like to send ya
Suzy, do you know you're on your own?
The sun will rise tomorrow
Do you need some time to borrow?
Listen to the morning swallow
You've got to come up with something quick
How does it feel to be a rebel?
To wake up dead next to the devil?
You've got one more deal left to settle
Suzy, I hope your aim is good
Is that smoke in the distance?
Is it a campfire or an instance?
Is there anyone out here to witness,
Whatever Suzy has up her sleeve?
The gun that she carries
Belongs to the man she married
And tonight, along this lonesome prairie
Suzy will meet him once more
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 2:28 AM UTC
~explaining light to the blind~
~for Suzy~
the insanity of even attempting
who among us, the sighted,
has the capability to clarify
an animate inanimate,
an untouchable invisible,
that can be folded, bent,
travel universes unseen
at its own chosen speed,
even to another sighted
and to the blind...
imagine then light
as something that
be recognized from the inside only with
in- sight
~***think of the continuum from
warmth to steel furnaced heat,
that is an element of what is light,
the sun cheek kissing, the furnace of chests
when you grasp another’s body first time
think of light as water,
the faucet spigot a measured pouring,
that can overshoot, the stream behind the house,
a toe tickling masseuse caress,
a dam’s waterfall endless crashing,
a sea, wave licking sudden raging dangerous
blend these sensations that belong to all,
and you’ll know light better than most,
indeed, light is for those who cannot vision
except from the inside with a sight that can be
touched, felt, imagined, and which the sightless
command better than us ordinary thoughtless
indeed light is as simple to understand as
abc,
which you have never seen, but creates the words
that we all
use
even share***~
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 6:34 AM UTC
Thailand ******
Can read my mind
See my desire
Feel my pain
Siam Halloween in nana klong toey
Thai delights even the ladyboys look good tonight they know how to **** over and survive using a cheap disguise
Hey forang you wanna **** me?
1000 baht short time curiosity.
I prefer real ladies with juicy butts
Flavored with beer and sangsom whiskey *****
Take me home beat me with your
**** asian Treats
Make me lick your ***** feets
Asian women are my lust filled desire
They sit on my face until I can't breath no more
Than make me pay for my ***** laundry
Soap me up and knock me down
Bangkok Thailand is my home town
I slither along the Sukhumvit soi 11, devoted to the ***** I'm in 7th heaven...
Her **** smells better than stupid blonde Suzy the airhead girl next door boring rubber doll
Asian toilet scrubbers turn me on the never heard of boring old vain Beverly hills ugly rodeo drive full of stuffy old hags high on ****** pills
Sad drag Beverly hills I lived in that phoney fake berg I love the ancient town Bangkok where my face gets slapped and hurt!
*** is a weapon.
****** are mans desire
Zeus fell in lust with a Greek goddess than expired?
Nasty ****** in Thailand make me hard
I become 18 again nothing else matters but fun with that wanna be ******
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 9:36 PM UTC
No brain
You're a little ******* gnome
Walkin' around all 5'5 of him
Acting like its his game we play
Shutthefuckupyoustupidlittlesonofabitch
You couldn't get respect even if
You actually tried to learn concept
& I truly hope, I know that hurts you
That little piece of pride
Mommy always told you,
you're the apple of her eye, when she cares
& when she doesn't?
*You're her little ******* nightmare.*
Your father was the love of her life
She swears
But she wouldn't touch him with a 7 foot pole
Again, if she dared
Well I'm letting you know, you little gnome
I've found someone so much better
He actually gives a **** about me
He makes me so much wetter
He's everything I've ever dreamed of
I've left you
High & dry
Choking on my ******* dust.
Her little garden doll
Peeling to reveal that over time
You'll do nothing but sit & rust.
Over the years chipping away the paint
Faster & faster
**Snort & shoot your way to hell
you ******* ****** *******
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 10:18 PM UTC
No Tease Tonight
I’m too tired to tease
What I need is
To be on my knees
For I am so ready to please
Ready to kiss my way
Up from her knees,
To her hairless pink lips
Glistening with her need.
Her little bud protruding
Just begging to be ******
She’s just what I need
She’s so ready to be ******
My lips circle her bud,
My tongue dances on the tip,
Her hands in my hair;
Keeping my fire to her wick.
He fire is raging
Growing strong and brighter
With each ******* kiss…
With each probing lick…
She cries out, I need you too,
And I spin myself around
Never loosing contact;
With her jerking mound.
I lower my hips, to
Her waiting lips and tongue
I cry out against her
As they make contact as one.
Two women needing to ****
Two women needing to please
Both getting ******
And I’m still on my knees.
©May 16, 2014
D. D.
Suzy Q. Stories Publishing
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
Hey, I'm not a lumberjack, or a fur trader there's only one pelt I'm interested in....
I don't live in an igloo or eat blubber, or own a dogsled Global warming has taken all the snow away....
and I don't know Jimmy, Sally or Suzy from Canada, i do know Partel, Kareem, Xi Chein and Steve
and they're really really nice.
I have a Prime Minister who is ******** not a president.
I speak English and a little French, not American though we like to mock southern accents...
And I pronounce it 'aboot, not about...
I can proudly sew my country's flag on my backpack along with with motorhead and misfits patches...
I believe in peace keeping, not policing unless you count the G20...
diversity, not assimilation, unless it's the borg...
and that the ****** is a truly proud and noble animal and a bald one is truely a wonder to behold...
A toque is a hat that douchbags wear all year round, a chesterfield is a couch that my dunken friends sleep on,
and it is pronounced 'zed' not 'zee', 'zed' unless its Zebra because Zedbra sounds stupid!!!
Canada is the second largest landmass that can be pilfered by multinational conglomerates!
The first nation of hockey!
and the best part of North America... except vegas!
My name is Josh!!
And I am Canadian!!!
EH?
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 2:18 PM UTC
My name is Sandy
My twin sister's name is Suzy
We hang out together
Dressed up so cutely
We look so much alike
This is so very true
But there are some things
Only I like to do
She is funny
and laughs so loud
I am the thoughtful
one in the crowd
She likes green
I like blue
She likes the playground
I like it too
We do look alike
Sometimes you can see
But there are all the times
When I am just me!
Jan 28, 2012
Jan 28, 2012 at 3:46 AM UTC
Busted up and broken,
Looking less than before,
Still admired from years ago,
Still beautiful.
'get up and walk ten feet today',
Admired again,
Quite beautiful,
Moving about,
For nothing else,
Than to prove,
Strength,
And love closely follows behind.
Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 3:41 AM UTC
RECORD: 2 + 2 = 5
FROGMAN: RaiDIhO HEAD
***** Wonka: ... There's no Hearthly way of knowing
Which way they are growing.
There's no knowing where they're toe-ing.
Mr. Salt: [weakly echoing] Toe-ing...
***** Wonka: Or which way thought streams'a'flowin.
Is it braining, is it storming?
Is a braining-storm a'blowin'?
[sharp rasp] ***** Wonka: Not a speck of light is showing
So the anger must be growing
Are the fires of passion a'glowing?
Is the grimsly leader mowing?
Yes! The anger must be growing
'Cause the toe-ers keep on throwing
[practically stcreaming] ***** Wonka: And they're certainly not showing
Any sign that they are slowing!
[lets out a high-pitched, almost unHearthly stcream]
Dr. Frodrick Fronkensteen: Throw!... the Hearth Switch!
eyeGore: [shocked] Not the Hearth Switch!
And, while sparks flew across the slab,
The Number 5, with lies and tame,
Came whiffling through the Tulgey Lab,
And burbled as it came!"
-- Lewis Carroll
Suzy's: It halted,
and it gurgled The QCuloween's Trademark Seal,
"I'm just Around 5 foot 9, and weigh a buck ninety-fine!"
STOP: TURN THOUGHT
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 4:39 PM UTC
We are rain, we are tears;
we're the condensation
on your beer mug.
And we form,
and fall,
and feel forgotten
some times.
From heaven, to earth,
and back again,
we take trillions of tiny journeys—
assemble in sheets,
hover in mists/
trickle, splatter, pelt without mercy/
quietly collect and freeze/
loud as the sea, softer than the whisper
of death—easy to deflect and shatter,
with power to carve canyons.
From shoulders we
vault to elbows,
dance down arms,
scurry between legs,
squish between toes,
hurry down the drain
linger on linoleum
when you pad away
from the shower,
trailing steam down
a sweaty hallway—
to where he lays motionless,
breathing sunny
solstice dust
in a closet-sized room.
“Better”?
“Oh, much. And thanks for the towel, too”.
II.
Everything about you was flat.
I knew your hair was blonde
but also something else—
not dishwater
or *****
or even unclean—
“flat” was the only word that fit.
Flat as your face,
your chest,
the bottoms of your shoes,
and not a whole lot less scarred.
Flat as your eyes—
such eyes as I’d never seen;
not always awake—
hunting/wanting/sharp
like a scavenger’s
yet full of blind spots,
placed there by the drug
to impede self-perception—
and wantonly green.
I knew only your name.
You hung with Jim, haunting Mother’s—
just two junkies bumming change.
I was amazed you managed to survive.
House rule was
never trust a ******
but home alone,
in too much pain to care,
I let you take a shower,
borrow my towel.
We compared spinal surgeries;
vinyl siding on childhood homes;
monsters and movies;
fruits we didn’t like;
a nod to new music/
put on your red shoes and dance the blues
then places we’d go
when our ship came in;
the greasiness of the sun outside;
the final indignity of death—
anything but our lives just then.
From summer cotton to suddenly nothing—
no memory of how or why.
You spurned my offer
of a cigarette after
with a gesture so shy
and self-conscious
I felt myself growing
suspicious—then alarmed, confused,
and finally, amused
at my own lack of observation.
You weren’t hiding anything.
You just didn’t want
me to see you
as begging.
Dec 19, 2011
Dec 19, 2011 at 6:53 PM UTC
This *****
Artificially awake
Lydia
apples 20 years have passed
oranges i want a do over
manhole cover coins
savage glares across the 4 wheeled property lines
young moms not giving a **** that's alright
kiss of sun hidden from
anxious from blue oak , it's ridges pluming in the dappled twist
and floundering wave, wiggling wave of oak leaves green as frogs.
ponytail suzy, *** from galaxy sci-fi
i brought up a cup while it was empty there,
but so distracted by my own trembling effort,
every hair a furry hood, every fatty fixture of my face a rebounding basset hound
tennis shoes up to my neck, dumb naked in my greenery,
already old somehow, the window closing,
the permanency of parks, like a stilletto in a limosine,
green fixture of my white blinded attempt to see tomorrow,
tourist .
thoughts of Sylvia
, my gaping awe at the feminine,
and its green garden.
-cbrander
Jun 26, 2022
Jun 26, 2022 at 12:26 PM UTC
Friendship.
Something that should be valued highly.
Jessica.
Sometimes we take our oldest and closest friends for granted.
Sydney.
We forget just how much we love them.
Rachel.
When we meet new friends,
Holly.
We become scared.
Sierrah.
We...
Dylan.
I...
Kaitlin.
Do ridiculous things to impress them.
Emily.
Sometimes, my mind just slips away.
Hannah.
Why can't I always be my true self?
Hollie.
I suppose that's a hard thing to do...
Brooke.
I'm very fortunate for you.
Beth Ann.
I drag on you at times.
Megan.
But my life would be so different without you...
Olivia.
I don't know how,
Molly.
But it would be.
Tiana.
Thank you.
Abbey.
You keep me in line.
Kateri.
My life is like a puzzle.
Madeline.
(Well, I think ALL of our lives are like puzzles.)
Taylor.
I have many pieces and sections to me.
Shaely.
When one piece is lost,
Sam.
Then the puzzle is not finished.
Drew.
You actually do complete me.
Zac.
This poem is long.
Kevin.
But bear with me, please.
Will.
I can't come up with the perfect words to describe our relationship.
Liz.
This poem may seem redundant,
Suzy.
And that's because it is.
Brittany.
I am a lost person in the wild.
Sister.
And you, my friends,
Mom.
Are the trees,
Dad.
The wind,
Grandma Bruns.
The grass,
Grandma Johnston.
And the things that guide me along the shattered glass road.
Grandpa Bruns.
The things that keep me safe.
Grandpa Johnston.
For that I must thank you.
Friends.
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 11:12 AM UTC
True tough tanks take turns trolling twitter,
Suzy sells salad soon so buy some ,
Good guys got gargantuan grave grievances,
Anarchy attracts anvils as antelopes acknowledge asparagus,
Juvenile jerks jump joyfully as they eat jalapeños,
Frank fries-fries frequently for favours,
Luke love Leia lots lass let lust lie
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 7:06 PM UTC
Johnny the ball player
Billy the kid
Suzy the busy body
Is best friends with Liz
John is a lawyer
William's a father
Susan's divorced
She feels like God forgot her
Where are her friends now
Elizabeth can't be bothered
She's dying alone
Government cannon fodder
Days long forgotten
Of a sunrise without pain
Hope lies in youth
Hate lives in age
Why can’t we all share
Like Mother once taught us
Why do we die
For the money, more dollars
If we could see ourselves now
Through the eyes of our past
We would cry two tears
For the loss of the first
And the birth of the last
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 11:12 PM UTC
There was a time
I was maybe nine
I could not stop staring into the sunshine
Suzy told me I'd go blind
I didn't believe her but
I said I wouldn't mind
When I finally took my eyes from the sun
I started to run
I faintly remember falling
And then smiling towards the sky
I understood why
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 1:23 PM UTC
Blue ink was no friend
Blue ink was the most boring plan
For the trees and hills Suzy ran
When Mama came with a stick in her hand
For months and years Suzy despaired
This forced acquaintance she wished to be spared
This Hulk of a character Mama'd personify
This waste of time, she knew not why
I just wanna be free, Suzy lamented
An uproarious laughter, with which she was greeted
Why do you act all so tormented, said this voice
Without blue ink, you will be mistreated
How do you carve a path of your own
How do you enforce a right you wouldn't have known
How do you right a wrong you don't condone
How do you condone life when left alone
To the books and pages Suzy ran
Devouring much material in the given span
In a solid colour, she saw a world of wonder
In its simple strokes, there was no more to be coaxed
In happiness and despair, Suzy was elevated
In health and sickness, she knew to be liberated
In company and solitude, Suzy was educated
In wealth and poverty, she knew she had profited
Blue ink had granted her the highest of privileges
For to live well, is to live with choice
A coveted privilege, with which we rejoice
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 10:17 AM UTC
how the Sparrow finds it comfortable to twist its head around and put its beak beneath its wing feathers and sleep is a mystery they keep to themselves
Sep 2, 2021
Sep 2, 2021 at 10:00 AM UTC
I swear,
Our friendship was founded on
Internet surfing.
Violent yelps and giggles
Erupt through the air,
Making all those who
know not of what we feel
Shush us.
But they will never know the
true feelings behind all of
the "spazzing", as you put it.
We laugh and scream
nonsense things about boats and bikes,
pretending we know Korean or Chinese.
But we both do know
that's just the way we bond with one another.
And I'd would choose you over a k-drama or a Barbie movie.
Any day.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 2:34 AM UTC
Ama the monster, an insidious creature of torture and despair,
sings in her lair of misdirection and good intentions.
And one day Ama wakes up to find herself carrying a child, a ****** mother is she.
Ama gives birth to Suzy, and lets the newborn walk the Earth.
Suzy, let rest upon your lap
the mourner’s fatigue, for whilst it brings but pain upon his shoulders to bear,
to your grasp beholds only a wholly indifference.
And Suzy Suzy, when you see the man walk weak,
offer your services for only a final home does he seek.
I sit, the car radio playing a tune of static,
Suzy my old friend on my passenger side, humming along.
Soon I begin to argue with Suzy, of love and life and where I went wrong.
As we drive I know not where we go, but only that we must make it there.
Suzy told me I’d hate it when we make it there.
I hope to prove Suzy wrong.
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 6:54 PM UTC
My sister – camping on the coast
Muttering over macaroni
Fixing salad
Talking to a seagull
“George” mews like a cat
awaiting dinner
Waddling web-foot along the stony cliff
To him – life is a handout
against the backdrop of the setting sun
Garlic bread, spaghetti, chocolate chip cookie –
My sister adopts things
What was ever wild after?
Even this “Master of the Wind”
eats Italian tonight!
Till the “Alpha Bird”
younger stronger
spots the eye of orange on plate of white –
Whirls in on protest and demand
George responds in kind
Intruder seizes a meatball
George squawks and lunges
his last...
________
The sunset on the Maine coast tonight
enthroned in vaporous haze
Imbued with fragrance-- ocean rose
The sky-- delicate
mountain laurel pink
bleeding into purple
where the tallest spires of spruce
have stabbed upward
From the coastline's rock
comes qweedling of the robins
calls of sea birds in the peaceful distance....
___________
….George struggles in Alpha's grip
on windpipe
Meal forgotten
as nature serves its worst
His neck arched back
Wings fluttering desperate
in his last display
a spray of feathers
Strength will take this day
Plunge it into faint squawks
George dissolves limp in quivers
as Alpha--
weightless victor
lifts away
Suzy cries out
despair at loss of little friend
“I can't! I can't!
I rush out to hold
his last limp sigh
...tossing his gray and white into another sky
Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 11:55 AM UTC
I saw a little puppy
Running alone toward the back of the apartment buildings
But then I saw his man
He was a great big man to have such a tiny puppy
It is starting to snow now
There is no milk or cream for the coffee
And no money
And it is not food stamp day…sigh
Things are how they are
And there is no use crying over no milk
Tomorrow my brother will leave
He’ll go back to Tennessee
Back to his oxymoronic life
His friendships with Pagan Hillbillies
My brother is afraid
Of his parents
Of my parents
Of being alone
No longer feeling much like “Win a car Jay”
Because he gave up everything for a known flake
And cheat
Gotta go hang with Suzy today
Maybe “Win a car Jay” will come with
Maybe we’ll see a movie
Maybe we’ll see a little puppy
Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 10:18 AM UTC
Poor little Suzy
Going around calling people
Derogatory medical terms
For fun
Don't you know that
Makes more enemies
Than making more friends.
Beautify yourself with
Silence.
Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 1:36 PM UTC