Sandra Feldman Poems

Sometimes,
A four lined poem
A quatrain,
As it is called
...

Winter cometh,
A Chili, experience,
Without Hot Sauce!
...

We,
Mystery
Of all creation,
Not in a good way
...

In touch
With the devil,
They sign
Their secret pacts,
...

Memories
That come and go,
Lonely Past
They only know
...

Sharper
Than the point
Of a knife,
Are Citizens
...

Do not betray
Your Country,
Americans!
Remember
...

The best in us
And of us,
Goes into
The artistic creation,
...

Embrace,
The World
With one word
One feeling,
...

Is everything a Fraud?
Is everything a Lie!
Talking monkeys
Fooling others,
...