Best Clemency Poems

A collaboration with Ink Empress, a piece we wrote for “Woman’s Day” for all the strong women warriors out there. Your strength is felt. 

“Untamable Clemency” 

Her heart is a 
chained haven,
for zestless intruders 
and fiendish foes, 
so tread delicately,
she is not a 
mindless marionette...

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as the rosemary rain
soaks
  pensive petals,
leaving an aroma
of lovers’ betrayal
the succulent scent
  of
   his
    petrichor skin
caresses the midnight
crevices of this 
  meticulous mind,
urging my soul to purge
  tears and ink
   long mimicked
by April’s sunlit...

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f o r g i v e n e s s
is the window
to unknot the twigs of tainted trees,
where cuffed anklets
around the star-struck skin of
seraphic silhouettes
feel the suppressed sighs
of the ice-moon,
while
cocooned in a nest
of clamorous clouds,
blanketing rivers of love
flowing within
the esoteric orb,
like the raining snowdrops,
designing...

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Clemency for me! 
Really worthy of it? I don’t think so,
After all I have done,
You put them all behind you,
You once again granted me audience,
I felt welcome and accepted,
With warming smile, transforming my mind,
I can vividly imagine how angels look,
I know for sure you are...

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""Patience... !" -

trembling-wanton - 
weary-the open-hand."   


"BOUND... !" - lowly-lands,  
rise-quietly - kiss; The-Son!""  


""Benignity-Simple, Holy; Smitten-
promenades... dandling along with-
them as would-He With-Child - yes;
exulted; undefiled - 

"Love-gracious--always; knows-faith;
surrendered... 

perceives; perseveres... remains - 

Joy-His; Worthy; though-rejected; 

defiled-dejected-still... moreover;
abandoned-alone by-some...

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On the wings of her 21th derail
Of Shakespearean and Vigil's asked thee her name
Who is she?
Bolder she is a clemency!
Of her atoms glowing her frontier
Arena's of fortune teller
Seized no name
But she's living now in literatus gleam
She the metaphor and irony
In expressive ways of stylistics
Carry herself...

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There was a girl named Clemency
who walked with me to college every morning.
Neither shy nor outspoken.
Her face was always concealed by a mask.

I have never seen her smile,
only heard her muffled voice,
soft and distant like a whisper,
lost in silence and sorrow.

She ran faster than the...

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Dismay. 
Like an overwhelming shadow closing in from all sides. 
Like a towering seiche that drowns a pebble. 
The feeling of warm water flowing down the feverish skin. 
Just stop. 
Let the summer breeze brush across your body. 
Allow the earth to magnify and transform...

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Belief will lynch all the vistas,
one by one,
for art of living,
to break the silence of innocence.

I will scream, when hurts bruise
in temporal sleep,
for man’s hymns of wheeled corpses
wafting in eternal cliffs of truth –

being proud strings of a forgotten song
in the valley of death
chastening the...

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AH THE STING OF PAIN
IS BLISS
PURE AND SPLENDID
I OPEN UP
FOR THE RELEASE
THE BLOOD DRIPS AWAY
MY FEAR, MY SADNESS
I CARVE MY PAIN
UPON MY BODY 
TO FREE MY SOUL
OF YOU
I AM IN CONTROL
OF ONLY THIS 
I RISE ABOVE YOU
WITH MY HANDS
I TAKE THE BLAME
UPON MYSELF
THIS IS THE...

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a change of weather —
      a storm is brewing

Lightning
   ~ loud ~
Lights out

          liquidation of a dream
grave thoughts

  looking for home
look to the pearly gates

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Clemency

Forgiveness
Requires 
Forgiving.

Inspired by reflections on the Holy Bible

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 3, 2010
Poetic form: Senryu...

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Clemency

A lifetime of experiences
the struggle is to be willing remembering them
as there are large holes calling certain events
are pushed aside.
What was said or done
in the cusp of youth, I forgive myself
with a shrug.
What was done in the middle years
is a matter that cannot be glossed...

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She, that came into my life
To be my wife.
Yes that is spoken for the future
She, whose blood runs in my veins
Whose emotions I sense with my guts.

She, whose heart desires float in my brains
Her whose image is a portrait in my head.
I swear her grave...

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Dear Governor,

In this quiet, fleeting moment of reflection, I urge you to consider the preciousness of life, its fragile beauty that blooms even in the darkest hours. Though laws may seek balance, the human heart begs for mercy, for in the shadows of despair, there...

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