Monday, November 29, 2010

Sir Do You Know Your Age

The day sad
A smile childish
In its bravado
A decorated
World War II veteran
Taking a test
To determine competence

Sir can you count
What day is it
Do you know your age
Can you tell me your name

Children rage at nature
That their once strong father
Sat confused
Giving answers
Confirming his inadequacy

He had once been a young man
Who went off to war
Fighting to preserve
Freedom for his generation
And the ones that would follow

Now he sat an elderly man
Believing he has the mind
And strength of his yesterdays
When his legs barely
Have strength to stand

Documents signed
And placed in a folder
A war veteran no longer
In charge of his financial affairs

Hearts heavy the children
Glance from one to another
Knowing that the time has come
To become the caretakers of their father

They must stand together
To protect and honor a father
Who had fought a war
To protect them



©Susie Clevenger 2010

Friday, November 26, 2010

Don't Plan to Be Happy

Tomorrow it will be here
Over the next horizon
The next full moon
Then I will be happy

A plan for happiness
Written as an itinerary
The heart engaged
In the destination
Missing the joy
In the journey

Inhale with thanksgiving
And exhale with praise
For the moment
You are given

Look toward tomorrow
But don’t miss today
Stop your planning
Happiness is already here
Open your soul
And let it in




©Susie Clevenger 2010


I Am My Beginning

I am my beginning
My Halloween past
With its grim reaper
Who left a childhood slain
Has been purged
From my spirit

I am walking away
From what I have been
A tormented adult
Locked the secret
Of a young child

I am not looking back
To view the anguish
Too many years were spent
Swimming in tears

I am my freedom
The bonds that
Held me to my history
Cut by my hand




©Susie Clevenger 2010

I Don't Have a Religion

Ask what is my religion
I must answer I don’t have one
I was once tied to the mainstream
Submerged in an interpretation
That left me with more questions
I wrestled with a label
That confined my soul
Sitting in four walls of hypocrisy
I had an epiphany
I must walk away from religion
To set my spirit free




©Susie Clevenger 2010

Monday, November 22, 2010

How Beautiful

How beautiful your face
The beauty within paints your cheeks
To see your heart is full
A soul not hollow

Your kindness not a pretense
An act of love overflowing
No value system to elevate
One person above another

A diamond of rare value
Your sparkle the reflection
Of the joy you bring
Life enriched by just being you

Blessed are those who
Hear the words from your lips
I love you
Because heaven has just touched them




©Susie Clevenger 2010

The Flower and Man

The flower blooms no more
Petals fallen to join earth
So is the life of man
A hurrah for a season
To end his journey
United with the dust




©Susie Clevenger 2010

Hello's Smile Goodbye's Tears

I smiled at hello
And cried at goodbye
Perhaps I got it wrong

My tears would have
Come much sooner
Had I known my heart
Would be broken

But I can not tell the future
Today holds secrets yet untold
To love is to risk

Amour you can be cruel
Life without it empty
I will love again

Tonight I will dream
Praying you will no longer
Visit me when I am sleeping




©Susie Clevenger 2010

Friday, November 19, 2010

Come to Me Night

Come to me night
Agony was delivered by the sun
I want to curl up in your oblivion

Wrap your shadow quilt around me
I don’t want to be seen
My ears weary from empty platitudes

Grief has walked across my soul
Scarring my joy
With its spiked shoes

My empty heart finds comfort
In your blackness
I hate sunlight’s delight in showing my pain

Death By Words

We sacrifice those we profess to love
The moment our feelings become
More important than truth

Emotions are fickle influenced
By whatever breeze of opinion
Blows across our hearing

I love you unconditionally
Until we disagree
Then eye and voice send daggers

Some are weapons specialists
Having an arsenal held in reserve
To unleash the moment of disharmony

A list of supposed offenses
Are shot with a verbal cannon
Aimed at the center of the heart

Poetry Litter

A waste basket sees
more of my poetry
than a reader does.
It is a process
of false starts,
fumbles,
incomplete passages,
crumpled thoughts
creating poetry litter

Confession at a Price

A therapist seeks my confession
The release of the darkness
Hidden deep in my psyche
All for a price
A clock ticking dollar signs

I refuse to sit and be prodded
To delve into my pain
Wounds opened without a bandage
Why what where how
My soul’s laundry to be sorted
And hung on a rusty clothesline

If Pandora’s box is to be opened
It will be by my hand
A couch of paper and pen
Exposing the monsters in my mind
Poetic therapy cleansing me of agony

Music Spoke Her Name

A child afraid
Of shadows
That warred
Across the ceiling
Hid in bed sheets
Crying until sleep
Rescued her

Morning brought light
But no comfort
Fear followed her
Into the sunshine

Secrets whispered
You must not tell
Dark playmates
Bullying her

Friends were few
Her giggles hollow
She cried more
Than she spoke

Full of despair
Her tiny heart trampled
She was lost
Until she heard
Music call her name

A radio her fairy godmother
It touched her soul with
Melodies magic wand
Taking her away from her pain
The darkness pushed back
Her smiles became real

Nights no longer a theater of ghosts
She sang herself to sleep
Music her night watchman
Keeping her safe as she dreamed

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Anger's Snarling Fingers

Anger you wrap your snarling fingers
Around me turning me into a shrew
Bitterness pours from my lips
Poisoning the air with my harping
My own ears tire at the sound of my voice

I have a list of my reasons for outrage
Thumb tacked to my memory
Obscuring the teaching
To be angry and sin not

I must find a way to forgive
Resentment a cancer destroying
The integrity I once possessed
I pray I can take baby steps
The first being to keep my mouth shut

I Paid With My Heart

Monday, November 8, 2010

Veined Electric Hand

Night shroud
Pulled back
By lightening
Secrets revealed
By the veined
Electric hand

Startled eyes
Stare from
Their revelation
Anonymity lost
They attempt
To crawl back
Into their mystery

Zeus angered
Fires his thunderbolts
To destroy
The deceivers refuge
Lies stripped
Their souls
Stand naked

Skeletons dance
In the wind
Their bony appendages
Beckoning those
Who dared
To sing a liar’s song
To lie in the abode
Of the dead

Lightening and thunder
Shout a warning
To those who
Contemplate deceit
Lies have no
Hiding place

Impatience

A clock ticks
But not fast enough
Hating this moment
Wishing for the next

Impatience taps it foot
Inside my brain
Joined with thoughts
That pace among questions

My heart sits on the edge
It wants to leap into love
I gave an ultimatum
Destiny waiting on a phone call

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Election Day

Election day
Political parties
Full of promises
Their feet mired in mud
Democracy standing
At the polls
Voters weathered
By a storm of negativity
Poised to give
Their yes or no
Wondering if
This United States
Will be any closer
To the indivisible hope
That rings from the
Noble words of
Its pledge of allegiance