Sandra Feldman Poems

Sweet Country,
Blessed be,
Now, we do sing
Of Thee,
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How strange
Is inspiration!
How mysterious
Its sudden apparition
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Two come together,
With love,
Create a Third,
It is their
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Beautiful Roses,
I realized,
By your thorns
That life is sad,
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Our minds are polluted
By criminal talk and intrigues
Hate that feeds violence,
Violence that feeds,
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Can one measure
The length of a life,
The distance of a star
How high is the sky,
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Our World today!
Fools fooling fools
And the rest
Of the Idiots,
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When you get,
That empty felling
That nothing matters
Much,
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You can't make
A poet,
Nor force their
Felt Song.
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Fly
Rise high,
Spiritual
Detonation
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