Aidan Clevinger Poems
|42.||What More Do I Need?||8/4/2009|
|44.||In My Savior's Eyes||8/6/2009|
|46.||Power, Grace, And Love Divine||8/10/2009|
|48.||When Great Men Cried||8/23/2009|
|49.||Tempting Is The Devil's Fruit||8/29/2009|
|53.||Poem For A Friend||6/15/2009|
|54.||For The God Of Israel We Sing||8/29/2009|
|58.||Untitled Hymn #2||10/22/2009|
|59.||Dreaming Of You||6/15/2009|
|60.||Though All Around The Devil Prowls||6/15/2009|
|61.||Untitled Hymn #1||10/22/2009|
|63.||Bearing My Cross||8/29/2009|
|64.||Why Am I Happy?||6/17/2009|
|65.||The Things I Can'T Yet Say||6/15/2009|
|66.||Give It To Me Straight||6/15/2009|
|67.||Benchwarmer (Getting Benched Again)||7/15/2009|
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Benchwarmer (Getting Benched Again)
My nose is bloody, my knuckles, too,
And my jersey's covered in mud.
I don't know who I thought I was kidding,
Trying to be some romantic stud.
Curse these stinking pads,
Get this helmet off my head.
My back feels like I'm eighty years old,
My feet feel made of lead.
She popped the ball out from my arms,
I never had a chance.
Sprawled on the ground I watched her run;
Chalk six up for Failed Romance.
I'm sick of playing this stupid game,
At least while she's still playing it.
This had to happen sooner or later,
There's no point in...
Here, where thoughts and men are quiet,
Nothing is as it seems.
The world outside screams in riot,
But here is the soft sound of dreams.
Here no seeker is rejected,
Nor wealth or status tested,
To come, all are requested,
But each comes as the Spirit deems.