No Sugar or Honey

With my tattered zombie hands

I force my redundant to chase

a cursor that doesn’t care I’ve

complained my way through

another white page. 

The fruit of most days isn’t

plucked from a tree of success,

but the callous repetition

of what I won’t release.

Honesty is a bitch.

She doesn’t baby my feelings.

There’s no sugar in my ear,

or honey on the bread of

my confessions. 

In the rawness of an untouched Monday

I look into a mirror I can’t manipulate,

or fool with a rose-colored tactic my bitterness

can be erased with a  gentle air brush,

and wonder if I have enough

lipstick to paint a smile. 

©Susie Clevenger 2025

Sometimes you just 

have to work on yourself.

Welcome to my therapy. 

Shay's Word Garden Word List ~ Beautiful Bureaucrat

Melting Doesn't Need a Match

I wish I could imagine

sky filled the space

between his skull,

but that would insult

the window to the moon.

There is coldness in the weeds

that cover his tongue, tiny barbs

he hopes will leave scars.

He hates I never buy a ticket

to his Meme and Repeat, and

that I have a library card where

shelves of history books prove

he’s only a bit actor in a theater of rerun.

It is funny to see him stand naked

while screaming he’s wearing Armani.

Mute is more threat than answer.

The man just doesn’t understand 

I know where and how to use my words.

There’s no use in striking a match

when a snowflake is already melting. 

©Susie Clevenger 2025

Word Garden List ~ Shy Creatures

The Weight of an Apple

There’s lovely messiness with romance.

At least that is what the flower poets

plant on pages inamoratas harvest.

Elzeth is more practical.

She knows no matter how beautiful

the fruit looks on the apple tree

there is one that fools you with its rot.

Even stars with their diamond glitter

will lead you astray if your eyes aren’t

schooled in lessons from a telescope.

She is not without a wink and flirt,

but she has gathered too many stones

in her heart to not be cautious of

the illusion handsome means tender.

Yet ice will only stay frozen if heat

doesn’t bring its thaw, and Elzeth

is not immune to the right flame.

In the garden of sighs she is vigilant.

A kiss on her lips could be a path

through Eve’s Garden where there isn’t

a serpent to lead her to truth. 

©Susie Clevenger 2025

Shay's Word Garden Word List ~ Across the River and into the Trees

Angel of Absurdity

Let turtles roam my tombstone,

invite wild, wicked lightning

to be the moon above my grave.

Plant nettles at my feet

where their sting can strike fools,

and their medicine can draw healers.

I will be a mongrel at rest,

a nest of ethnicities that

confuses Ancetry.com with

a plethora of connected non connections. 

Engrave my granite headstone or failing concrete

with, “She was once alive and sarcastic,

now she is Pheme the revealer of all your secrets.”

©Susie Clevenger 2025

In Greek mythology, Pheme is the goddess of fame, rumor, and gossip. 

Shay's Word Garden Word List ~ Cat's Cradle

 

Check Bounce of Greed

They’re wanting you pale,

a darker shade you go to jail.

 

This is the same old,

lighter skin owns gold.

 

This is America growing billionaires,

picking and planning the never share.

 

The Eve of Destruction

is always under construction.

 

If you’re a woman,

you’re less than human.

 

Sadly a pregnant womb

is both life and tomb.

 

So many guns, no humanity.

Bullet brains feed insanity.

 

The Eve of Destruction

is always under construction.

 

Money says it can never slip up

because it always banks on the give up.

 

Streets are bleeding voices,

angry as hell they’re losing choices.

 

Different faces, different races

growing community, sharing spaces.

 

The Eve of Destruction

is always under construction…

 

But this time money slipped up

because it bet it all on give up.

 

©Susie Clevenger 2025

What's Going On? ~ Eve of Destruction

  

 

 

How Far Is Far When I Can’t Get Past Here

the stars are all ash

bit coins drank all the water

and free costs too much   

    

There’s little in the frig,

only a bottle of rage 

because the last peach

on the tree only lasted a day.

misogyny’s knack

for division and attack

replays same music

As a woman I don’t trust

the bats in his belfry 

don’t know my name,

because I’ve never played nice

or danced under a man’s thumb. 

so I question here

with my eyes focused there

plotting my escape

©Susie Clevenger 2025

 Shay's Word Garden Word List ~ Kindred

Resilience of a Sparrow

There are some dreams

that hang in the mind

like rotted meat, foul

yellowed voices void 

of mercy. 

I woke up this morning

chewing on last night’s

Shakespearean

play of a dystopian king,

and pondered if there

was a toothbrush for the mind.

Growling my mood through

the early morning shadows

I found myself at my front door

staring out at the rarity of southern snow.

The white anomaly chastised my spirit

with wonder, and made me see

how the smallest sparrows were

not hindered by the powdered chill

assaulting their wings. 

Providence (Mother God or Sister Resilience)

whispered, “You know the fate of kings. 

You’ve walked quicksand before, and rose

when it tried to own your feet. 

There have always been tyrants.

For every brick placed on your chest

you’ve found the strength to break

through their mortar.” 

 

©Susie Clevenger 2025

Shay's Word Garden Word List ~ Giovanni's Room