Sandra Feldman Poems

Odd, quaint,
Unexpected
How Poetry
Invades, flows
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Out of no where,
The words arrive,
The poem begins,
You feel inspired,
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Words for me are sacred
They are my soul's
Sweet home,
That's why I try
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Terrible!
What Jealousy and lies
Can do,
As deadly mixture,
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Disregarding,
Sex or race,
Poetry can go further.
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Love,
Inspires
Like nothing else,
Lucky those,
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Poets are
Loaners, Donors
Of their time
Of their feelings
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The reward,
Of being read and liked
Is like no other!
Can anyone ever
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You have to love
Someone or Something,
Profoundly,
Deeply and proudly
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