Sandra Feldman Poems

Today,
The real World
Is hard to swallow,
In such mud,
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Oh, poor poets!
Lost in their idealistic fog,
Their verses reaching summits
That never in reality, will log.
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If anyone here,
Or anywhere else
Can explain human behavior
The reasons why,
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Interpret it as you will,
Or not at all
Poetry is still
The reflection,
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I write what I feel,
Justice, in the appeal
And do not heel
To any politician.
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Nothing is forever
Nor does Glory last,
We live in the Present
But we can't forget our Past.
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The good words of Poets,
So often very wise,
So often, mirrors that don't disguise
The frailties of humans, not so wise.
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Noble purpose of Poetry,
Bringing souls together
In harmony,
Creating understanding,
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We could have made
Beautiful life
Being together,
You're open heart
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