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Clara Bereuter Poem
What if there were purples, and blues, and greens?
What if your daughter loved a pink, though she a tangerine?
What colors are more capable of awe and inspiration?
What greatness does life hold without exaggeration?
What courage can be shown without mixing up some colors?
What knowledge can we bestow without first understanding others?
Copyright © Clara Bereuter | Year Posted 2015
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Clara Bereuter Poem
I'm not an expert at anything, but an optimist at many.
A carpenter I am not, but I can still bang a nail.
My artist's hands are not skilled
but my paint still flows to the palette and my brush still strokes a canvas.
Parenthood will forever confuse and astound me,
but I never give up and never give in.
My typing skills are lacking but I continue to write,
a pencil and paper will do me just fine.
I may not be famous or gorgeous or genius
but I have my wits and they’ll do me just fine.
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Clara Bereuter Poem
Tears to the skin
Scars of the flesh
Trauma to the mind
and I expect nothing less.
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Clara Bereuter Poem
My life feels like a dark room,
no light is getting in.
The shades are painted shut
and the walls are closing in.
The floor is made of quicksand.
The ceiling’s falling down.
I try, but I can’t seem to pick myself up off the ground.
The pictures turn to ashes.
The mirrors change my face.
The doors keep slamming anytime I try to leave this place.
I call, but no one hears me.
I scream, but no one’s there.
This is how my life is,
no one said it would be fair.
Copyright © Clara Bereuter | Year Posted 2015
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Clara Bereuter Poem
I want real love,
true love.
Would live and die for you, love.
Passion and compassion.
Friends in every fashion.
To share our humor and our tears,
to hold each other through our fears.
We dream our dreams together,
no matter what storms may weather.
Make one life from two and
have faith in love to be strong and see us through.
Live our life for us
and be each other's strength in thus.
By Clara Bereuter
Copyright © Clara Bereuter | Year Posted 2016
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Clara Bereuter Poem
Point of No Return
YELLOW BEAR PAW!
circular arm saw.
In my head,
I'll be famous when I'm dead.
There is something wrong with the people here for sure,
it simply is something that we cannot ignore.
Rampant addictions,
corporate suspicions and deceptions,
Environmental tyranny!
Humans scream ME! ME! ME!
It is a tragedy, but yeah we love these things.
Like some Shakespear sh@t, this be.
Does anyone want to start over with me?
Drop away this unnecessary-
Spending, expectations, egotistical and materialistic
garbage that we carry.
We are reaching that thin red line
ladies and gentlemen.
Our point of no return.
By Clara Sue Bereuter
09/01/2016
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Clara Bereuter Poem
Killing herself slowly, as loudly as possible,
so that everyone hears her pain.
How bad can it get, this wound that she’s felt,
as she digs in the despair, ripping deeper in the vein.
Tears to the skin, scars to the flesh,
trauma to her mind but she expects nothing less.
Selling her soul, just to numb her pain,
a temporary fix to her temporary shame.
Copyright © Clara Bereuter | Year Posted 2015
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Clara Bereuter Poem
The Wreck
Her face tore off,
layer after layer.
The flesh peeled away from the onslaught of the road.
"This message is important,"
she remembered him saying not a moment before.
She's second-thinking a lot of choices now.
Clara Sue Bereuter
09/01/2016
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Clara Bereuter Poem
I feel so sick,
This world twists my gut.
These people test my nerve,
And I think I've had enough.
Not sure that I can take much more,
All this animosity just tears me to my core.
The antagony of this society is testing my resolve,
Its only a matter of time now, until our reality dissolves.
Copyright © Clara Bereuter | Year Posted 2016
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Clara Bereuter Poem
Navigating the path to truth,
which is paved with harsh stones to walk upon
Many stumble or turn tail and retreat
But you will not
You will find your way through
You will seek and search and reach the end knowing
You will arrive there beaten and bruised with your enlightment
You will know the truth of your coming as the only truth
The light will hurt your eyes because you have yet not seen it
The deafening sounds of the world will be the music your heart has longed for
All the yearnings of all the years will not be found here, they will be lost
You will find your essence, which you've always carried, was all you needed
Copyright © Clara Bereuter | Year Posted 2017
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