"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Cynical A Spoiled Child

Cynical is a spoiled child
seeking all my attention.
I can sit in its dark sarcasm
snarling like a rabid dog
Or take up my pen
to be the bearer of light
to illuminate my spirit
with words of
positive affirmation.


© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011

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Melted By A New Memory


i walked into the past
footprints on snow
impressions for a moment
then melted by a new memory

(The footprints were left by my father
 who died two days after leaving them.)
©Susie Clevenger 2011
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Saturday, January 29, 2011

Footprints Goodbye

Footprints leaving,
Goodbye written
In the snow
Arms now empty
The heart
Encased in ice
Waiting for
A spring thaw

© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011


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Miracle Request

Jesus turned water into wine
at a wedding celebration.
I wonder if modern man
would have him turn tap water
into mineral water to be
lugged about in designer bottles.


© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011
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Friday, January 28, 2011

Verbal Knife Blades

Another argument,
who will win?
Your way or mine
Or neither?

Seems disagreeing
is the only thing
we can agree on.

Our verbal
knife blades
cut the love
from each other.

Memories of the
good times
bleed from our wounds.

Goodbye carries a white flag
begging for our surrender.
Let’s just say the word
and put an end to this war.

© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011
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Thursday, January 27, 2011

In My Daddy's Arms

Heartbreak’s pain is like no other
An agony of sorrow cutting its way into the soul
Seeking a place of refuge where the worlds’ weight
Could for a moment be taken off my shoulder’s
I ran to the comfort of my daddy’s arms

Wrapped in his strength embraced by his love
For just a breath I was once again his little girl
Tear stained face buried in his shoulder
I cried out all the anguish within me
His calming presence with words of encouragement
Soothed my spirit engulfed in its distress

Heartache now has consumed me
My precious daddy heard heaven’s call
With his passing I can no longer run to him
But I know I will have the courage to go on
Because of the time I spent in my daddy’s arms


©Susie Clevenger 2011
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Star Wishes


I say goodnight
counting the stars.
Which one is yours?
You left me too soon.

Oh that I could
have three wishes.
They would all be
please come back to me.

I miss your hugs,
the smell of earth
and hard work,
your voice
saying hello.

Peace whispers to me
you are gone
but you did not
leave me alone.

Somewhere in the night sky
you are watching,
smiling as you speak
your three wishes over me.

© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011

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Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Take The Blackness With You

I was getting better,
the light at the
end of the tunnel brighter,
but you came with
your load of misery
and I fell into
darkness again.
Go away and take
the blackness
with you.
I tire of your laments.
I pray to come out
of the darkness
mot wallow in
my discontent.


©Susie Clevenger 2011
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Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Partly Cloudy With a Chance of Tears

The weather
around me
is partly cloudy
with a chance of tears.
Sorrow made
an uninvited visit
and will not leave.
Bags packed with
yesterday’s regrets
sit upon my chest
chastising me with,
you should have,
you could have,
now it is too late.
I pray for blue skies
hoping the weather
forecast won’t be
forty days and
forty nights of tears.

© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011


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Wings Chained


My wings chained,
I can only stare
at the moon.

I am locked
in my cell
of insecurity.

Trust an issue,
my heart will not
survive another tear.

I once flew
with wings of joy,
now its a memory.

I gave all of me
to only receive
a fraction of another.

My heart locked in
solitary confinement,
fear my warden.

I sit wrapped
in links of vulnerability
talking to the moon.


©Susie Clevenger 2011

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Monday, January 24, 2011

Hand

Small hand
Reaching
For security

Large hand
Enclosing small
To protect

Years pass
Small hand
Is grown

It now holds an
Elderly hand
Until it must let go


©Susie Clevenger 2011

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Spare Change For Poetry

How to put
A price on
My soul

My words
Are birthed
In sorrow
And joy

Does dollar
Signs on
My poetry
Give it value

My body
Starves
For its art
But my
Spirit
Grows fat

I am more
Of a street poet
Drop in your
Spare change
If you were blessed


©Susie Clevenger 2011
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Friday, January 21, 2011

Connect In Our Disconnect

We connect in our disconnect.
I see your face,
but I can’t touch your skin.

With words you stroke my heart,
brave at a keyboard,
but could you speak them.

I see your picture smiling at me.
It stirs my heart,
but you can’t hear its beating.

These two that cyber space
has brought together
let no new flirtation tear apart.

© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011
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Thursday, January 20, 2011

Tiny House

The tiny house
holds my heart,
memories echo
through the dust..

Life was hard.
Life was sweet.
Life tore you apart.
Life built you up.

Beginnings and endings,
first steps and last,
smells of baking bread,
the aroma of decay

Giggles chasing
through the rooms,
tears flowing
down cheeks

Saying hello
and now goodbye,
I must walk away,
but I will never forget.


©Susie Clevenger 2011
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Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Hope So Faint

Hope so faint
That dreams
Sit weak
In the soul
Wringing
Their hands




©Susie Clevenger 2011


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Sing Soul

Sing soul
My spirit
Has lost
Its melody
My words
Are quiet
There is
No music
My muted
Heart
Sits silent
In my chest
Sing soul
That my
Poetry
Will dance
Again




©Susie Clevenger 2011
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Speak With Temperance

Speak your words
With temperance
Lest the tongue
Become a weapon
To kill the spirit
You have an entire
Vocabulary at
Your command
Remove the
Devastation
Before it
Leaves your lips




©Susie Clevenger 2011
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Saturday, January 8, 2011

Voice Silent

The night long,
my voice silent.
Words locked
inside of me.
I have misplaced
the key.

© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011
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Friday, January 7, 2011

Why should
I say
More
When one
Word
Is enough
NO

Your touch
Unwanted
Tearing at
My clothing
I beg
NO

I lie
Battered
Bloodied
Broken
Scarred
I told you
NO



©Susie Clevenger 2011


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Thursday, January 6, 2011

I Declined

I declined
The invitation
To the tea party
Where bitter
Herbs disguised
As freedom’s
Delicacies
Were being
Served





©Susie Clevenger 2011
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Monday, January 3, 2011

My Worth

My epitaph written in stone
Will be a marker to note
The days I spent on earth

My legacy will be the impact
I have left in the hearts of those
Who loved me on my journey




©Susie Clevenger 2011
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