Sandra Feldman Poems

Politics makes me sick!
Lies and dirt that sticks,
Bags full of dirty tricks,
Devils Red and Devils Bad
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The world is so polluted
With mental and real soot,
With hate and murder
Violence, silence,
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What is Love?
The same thrill,
Over and over again,
Undying till,
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Lucky those
Who intensely feel
The song of Love,
And its appeal.
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Poets are magicians
In case you didn't
Know,
They paint and feel
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I saw Love,
Suddenly come by
That blessed day!
And you,
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Thoughts,
That have wings
Words that sing
Souls that evoke,
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You are charming
And disarming
And a true joy
To be with,
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A good poet
Does not need
A myriad of words
To reach your soul,
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Not all poems are created equal
Nor is anything else,
Two brooks, next to each other
Will meander in different sense.
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