Keith R. Mansfield Poems

We feel the stares
Of piercing eyes.
The burning glares
In righteous guise.
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What do you see,
in twisted sight?
Where right is wrong
and wrong is right.
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When a
futures hopes
no longer flower,
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We are the lost
broke and defeated
a soul the cost
of history repeated.
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Sobs,
thunder claps forewarning
of father's furry,
usher in the tears
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Color me red,
branded a savage,
my trail of tears
still looms long.
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Poetry lives;
in a sweet melody,
flowing, like silk
across a woman's curves.
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Gracefully melodic;
rhythms of nature,
of the written word,
of music and motion
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Music,
like smoke,
melodies drift
on the air,
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