Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Our Silence Kills

The child
next door
is beaten
by her father.
Our silence kills.

Nations fill
the streets
crying freedom.
Our silence kills.

Elderly citizens
afraid
alone
hungry.
Our silence kills.

Peace on
the chopping block,
more money
for war.
Our silence kills.

We sit
self
involved
stroking
our egos
while our silence kills.


 ©Susie Clevenger 2011

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Call Me Woman

I am the womb
that carries
a child to
be the promise
for a better
tomorrow.
Call me woman.

I am the hands
that touch
a fevered brow
bringing comfort
when pain
plays its drum song.
Call me woman.

I am the voice
that lifts
the spirit
when life
has stepped
on dreams.
Call me woman.

I am the tears
that fall
when sorrow
knocks at
the door.
Call me woman.

I am
the strength
the softness
the heart
the soul
the light.
Call me woman.


 ©Susie Clevenger 2011

A Plethora

Writing
Screaming
Beseeching
Demanding
A plethora
of commentary
meaning nothing
if there is only
argument
and no solution.


 ©Susie Clevenger 2011

Monday, February 14, 2011

An Incarcerated Emotion

Love defined by
boundaries
conditions
expectations
is an incarcerated emotion
asking the object of
its affection to share
a prison cell..


 ©Susie Clevenger 2011

Sunday, February 13, 2011

The Only Requirement


Love smiles at me
with its silly grin
inviting my
participation
in its romantic affair.
The only requirement,
I surrender my heart.

 ©Susie Clevenger 2011



Vanity's Presumption

I traveled to the edge of the universe
with vanity’s presumption
there was nothing I could learn,
only to discover the depth
of my ignorance.



© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Blisters


The dance
is learned
from blisters
on your feet
not sitting
in a chair
thinking
you know
the steps.



©Susie Clevenger 2011


Wednesday, February 9, 2011

A Bed Of Roses Has Thorns

A bed of roses has thorns,
their sharp stinging
tearing the heart.

Perfect love an illusion
created by the starry eyed.
Reality has flaws.

Romance sings its love song
until forever is tested
with the arrival of disagreement.

Like combatants on a battlefield
lovers shoot their verbal ammunition
seeking to draw first blood.

You did. You didn’t.
You will. You won’t.
Grenades tossed to wound.

The heart becomes
a casualty of war,
bloodied, scarred, defeated.

A battle with no victors.
This war must end
with a peace accord agreeing
both lay down their weapons.

 ©Susie Clevenger 2011

A Day Gone In Foolishness

Another day passed.
One in three hundred and sixty five
marked with an x on my calendar.

It was a common day,
nothing to write in my journal.
The sun rose and then it set.

What foolishness to have ignored it.
Moments gone and never regained.
I was too consumed in my boredom.

I had breath and health,
my love sitting next to me,
contentment begging
to be acknowledged.

If I could turn back the hour,s
I would clutch that precious day
and hold it close to my heart.

Grief has torn through me.
Yesterday I could hold you,
feel your touch on my skin.
Today you are gone.


© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011

Monday, February 7, 2011

Forgive Myself

Can I forgive
myself,
a human
fallible
with a
tally sheet
of my
failures
written on
my memory?

I would
grant
release
to another
if they
petitioned
my heart
to forgive.

Why
continue
to pace
the cell
block
of my
sins?

I have
served
enough
time
in my
prison of
remorse.

I am
my own
warden.
It is
time
I sign
the papers
sentence
served
and
expedite
my
freedom.



© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011







Saturday, February 5, 2011

My Spirit Crushed Into Bitterness

You stood on my heart,
heels digging into my love,
crushing my spirit
into bitterness.

I begged release,
but you held me tighter
with your sadistic play
of giving hope
that you loved me,
then burn me with
infidelity's cigarette.

My heart is torn
into pieces of mistrust.
Is love just a series
of lies, pain, endings?

I stand in tower of anguish
searching for salvation.
I pray my heart
will find healing.
Anger has built a wall
hope can not scale.

© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011


My Pen Grows Tired

Fingers you are silent.
Inspiration left without
a goodbye
taking poetry from me.
My pen grows tired
from the scribbles
that have a beginning
but no end.


 ©Susie Clevenger 2011

Poetry's Voice

Poetry gives language
to a smile,
a voice to a tear,
prose to a kiss.
It speaks the soul
of a poet.


 ©Susie Clevenger 2011

Thursday, February 3, 2011

The Medicine Is Killing Me

Where is tomorrow?
I can not find it.
I am sitting in the
dark of today,
cold sterility
of four walls
surrounds me.

Another pill placed
before me.
Why?
Will it help?
Family whispers
surround me
thinking I cannot hear.

There is a band upon my wrist.
Why doesn’t someone read it?
I have fallen into the fog.

Drugs take away my voice,
words blurred on my lips.
Someone please understand!
The medicine is killing me!


©Susie Clevenger 2011

Yesterdays

My yesterdays
are like
favorite books,
turned down
pages marking
all the passages
I hope to revisit.


© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011

Hope

Hope is the heart’s anticipation
that however dark the day
light will arrive to burn
away the melancholy.


© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Voice of Hate

The voice of hate
is the weapon
of mass destruction
sent to destroy peace.


© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011

Questions Holding Hands

I stood inside my doubt,
questions holding hands
dancing in a circle around me.

Theology beat its tambourine,
I am the true faith,
salvation comes
in the manner I profess.

The word is infallible,
but didn’t man wield the pen?
May I read what fell
on the editor’s floor?

My steps don’t feel right
on the path you say
I must walk.
Am I not free
to choose my own way?

A god of wrath sent love,
a divine oxymoron.
Am I to fear eternal judgment
when I already feel condemned?


© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011
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