Sandra Feldman Poems

You sculpt your words,
With a Golden Pen,
Remake, the Earth,
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Homemade, Chicken Noodle Soup,
Will conquer the world,
Mother and child will bind,
In a culinary shrine, an experience
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Our lives are made of floating foam,
Our salty tears are ours alone,
The path we travel, so unknown,
And life's true purpose, still unknown.
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A poet is happy with his poems,
They are his friends, they are his home,
They are the children of his Soul.
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A poem that's
Not read
Is dead.
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Should we write
About the Present
Past, or Future?
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Lie after Lie
After Lie.
Can make a great
Country,
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You're the Pearl in my oyster,
You're the storm in my sea,
You're the touch of all Heaven,
You're the passion in me.
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You reach out,
Trying to create,
Trying to touch,
Other Souls.
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