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Susan Mangiante Poem
She rides hollow into her night
marked by terror, marked by fright
void expression, empty smile
her crown, a mask, to beguile
She moves fettered into her day
contemptuous chip, her shoulder play
a hint of mulberry on the dew
weathered brow, She only knew
She dies slowly into her life
distorted, malignant strife
perception colors her rotting corpse
a crystal grey shattered horse
Copyright © Susan Mangiante | Year Posted 2005
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Susan Mangiante Poem
a number is a curious thing
the shape the color the familiar ring
reflections cast a pallid glow
winter's secrets over summer's tow
with magic beans and wicked tea
such fools take heart at forty three
Copyright © Susan Mangiante | Year Posted 2005
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Susan Mangiante Poem
the truth lies within me
and yet I know not why
I fidget and I fumble
fall to My knees and cry
skeletons clamor and stumble
over My demise
wicked vexed undaunted
last roll of the die
ire tears sear through Me
lips curse a weighted sigh
stripped illusions rape
My dreamless, ebony sky
on shattered bent knee
I succumb to Him on High
fragile diamond, jealous rose
on bruised thorns I lie
Copyright © Susan Mangiante | Year Posted 2005
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Susan Mangiante Poem
my heart feels
nothing
which is something
one thing
my heart cries
razed tears
which is one thing
something
my heart wraps
ravaged wasted years
into something
nothing
Copyright © Susan Mangiante | Year Posted 2005
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