Monsieur le Voyageur
Category: Writing and Poetry

Monsieur le Voyageur

by Suzanne C. Suber

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As the sound of horses hooves draw ever closer a princely form is seen.  Riding upon his magnificent white steed through the tree-lined path, he sits tall and erect, imbuing a majestic stance.  His eyes of a most intriguing blue, reminiscent of the azure seas.  The flickering of light that filters through the trees dance playfully upon his wavy fawn brown hair.

Drawing ever closer his fine features appear to suggest a great strength with an appearance that has surely left many a young maiden fully mesmerized.  His garments suggest being tailored of the choicest silks, touched with accents of French Vallenciane lace, a certain distinguishing sign of the royal house.

Riding by he must have caught sight of my transfixed gaze, for at that very moment he brought his hands to his lips, exposing a delicate handkerchief at his cuff, thereabout blowing a kiss in my direction.  That will be a moment that I shall never forget, and his name will forever be embroidered upon my heart…"Monsieur le Voyageur".

Dedicated to my son Derrick

© 10/28/96

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Sleep Well My Little One
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Sleep Well My Little One

by Suzanne C. Suber

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Sleep well my little one.

Lay your little head upon your pillow and dream of a little girl world.

Wrap your arms around your constant companion

with yellow tresses

and ever smiling face that lies beside you. 

Though your heart is filled with love and hers with stuffing,

 the camaraderie between you is significant,

for she will never leave your side unless you will it. 

 Dream of happy times filled with love.

I would be there beside you to kiss you good night, if I could. 

Holding you in my arms I would read to you smiley stories with happy endings

until your eyes became heavy with slumber. 

After you had fallen asleep, I would lie you gently upon your bed,

kissing you tenderly on your forehead and touching your soft warm cheek. 

Look for me in your world of dreams. 

For there I am holding your hand as we walk among the flowers

in the fields of your imagination. 

Down the soft, fresh hills we could roll and giggle. 

What an adventure, to picnic by the creek of your playfulness. 

Making little boats out of nuts and leaves

we could set them free down the flow of water and watch them race. 

On a grassy spot under a full tree your dolls and teddy bears

would all sit in a circle with us and enjoy the party. 

I love you Elizabeth, and I miss you. 

I miss doing all the grandma things that I so much want to share with you. 

Until we can do them,

please dream about them with me and share in the joy that love can bring. 

For in those dreams,

I will be with you whenever you want me to be or need me.

Dedicated to my granddaughter Elizabeth

© September 8, 1993

290 words

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A Yearning Heart
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A Yearning Heart

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A heart so yearning of treasures to share

With patience, foreboding it shelters all care

Though it burns intensely, these restraints it must bear

For it must be well guided, with extreme patience & care

©5/04/06 SCS

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Alone
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ALONE

How very sad to feel alone in a crowded room.

To not feel the presence of those near.

Sitting quietly while others mingle.

Contemplating life as others argue,

discuss with empty speeches and laugh

Being lulled by a sea of voices,

all running in interwoven patterns

Ah! But to touch and become one in unison with this menagerie

No! No! For it is better to be an individual alone in a crowded room,

Than in a crowd creating loneliness

© December 12,1990

by Suzanne C. Suber

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Words
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Words

Many words pass by our lips daily

 Those that pass firstly through the heart are the ones that are truly significant.

Should we conjure them up or restrain them?

Neither. 

For when they truly are from the heart,

 they overflow and know no barriers

 Caring, tender words of love that reassure us of our feelings,

that keeps our life in balance. 

Necessary words that keep our love alive.

03/23/93, 68 words/SCS

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Where have you gone
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Where have you gone

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A loving smile replaced by a cold and distant face.

A gentle embrace becomes a push.

The sparkle of the eye now dull without expression.

A loving playfulness turned into a forgotten corner.

Where have you gone my love ... and why?

06/06/98, 42 words/SCS

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What Did I Do That Was So Wrong?
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What Did I Do That Was So Wrong?

by Suzanne C. Suber

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What did I do that was so wrong?

I enjoyed life the best I could…

Never tried to hurt anyone…

For over thirty years I've been surrounded by the same friends.

What did I do that was so wrong?

I enjoyed my drinking… I won't give it up… It helps me forget.

Smoking is a part of me…Why did she leave me and take the kids?

What did I do that was so wrong?

My new gal is always there for me.

She hands me a drink when she has one.

Heck, she even lights my cigarettes.

Thank God she was there when I collapsed with a stroke.

What did I do that was so wrong?

My best buddy keeps telling me to take better care of myself.

I'm not really sure that I understand…

All my other buddies still hang out with me…

They drink and smoke…

It doesn't bother them.

What did I do that was so wrong?

I work hard, even in the heat of summer.

I'm a good man…

I help others the best I could.

Some say that my girlfriend is using me…

That she's clean me out when she gets the chance.

I trust her… Heck, she has keys to my house and shop.

What did I do that was so wrong?

I have really great kids… they'll probably grow up to be just like me some day.

The doctors don't know what's wrong with me… why I keep having strokes.

Why my mind isn't what it was…

Why I'm always in so much pain…

What did I do that was so wrong?

Hello!  Hey!  Pay attention…

Doc, why do you keep avoiding me?  What are you saying…?

What do you mean, I'm dead?

I can't be… I'm not old enough… I've not lived enough!

What did I do that was so wrong?

I can't be dead… I'm still alive in all of those who still remember me.

My friends still talk about the good times we had together at the bar.

My girlfriend quickly grabbed all she could of mine.

Thanks to my family, she mysteriously disappeared…

Sorry buddy, I'll miss you too, but…

What did I do that was so wrong?

This was written in memory of a man named Gary, who was a friend of one of my coworkers (Roy).

© 1999

377 words

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Forbidden Love
Category: Writing and Poetry

FORBIDDEN LOVE

by Suzanne C. Suber

Two persons from different times.

Possessing the same likes and inner feelings.

Meeting from separate dimensions.

Divided by a lucid barrier.

Reaching out but not able to fully touch.

A fear exists of shattering this transparent wall that comes between:

the fear of ultimate harm.

Remaining in a form of suspended animation so as not to alienate one another.

© 10-28-96, 59 words

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The Journey
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The Journey

by Suzanne C Suber

The journey of life is a long,

filled with many surprises.

So, my son,

catch the wind through your sails.

Move ever forward,

never regretting what you have left behind.                                           

Whether the seas be smooth or rocky,

treasure what you carry within.

Venture out to foreign shores,

never forgetting from whence you came.

And,

when you return home,

find the happiness and contentment that you deserve.

© 4/07/92 63 words

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Wishes
Category: Writing and Poetry

Wishes

by Suzanne C Suber

If love could be measured by wishes

and all of my wishes came true

I would wish you good health and good fortune

to be yours for your whole life through

©4/07/92 31 words

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