Sandra Feldman Poems

The lonely hearts
They cry, alone
They've never had
Love, of their own,
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So much Hate!
At Hell's gates,
How can we renew
The Faith,
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Let it never be said
That Poets stay
Indifferent
To actuality
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Flow like the rivers
Into the Sea
The veins of the Earth
Bring life and fertility.
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Poetry,
Sometimes
Discovery
Of things felt,
...

We let our thoughts
Glide,
In vague deserts
Of the unknown,
...

Although both professions start with P.
They are as different as land and sea.

So,
...

Poets should be in charge!
Words are their Arms,
After all, some harsh words
Of Truth,
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A deep love
Within,
Sometimes my words
Come out to breath
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So alone,
That not even Dawn,
Brings light
To the matter,
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