Sandra Feldman Poems

Music,
Muses of lyric sounds
Console me
Poetry,
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Our Times
And in all Times,
Getting to the bottom
Of the slippery snake pits,
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When all seems
To be going wrong,
And starless nights
Sing saddest songs,
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It's a Feel
A turning wheel,
A pain, a love
That does not heal
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Politics makes me sick!
Lies and dirt that sticks,
Bags full of dirty tricks,
Devils Red and Devils Bad
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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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I miss the very sound of Love,
The voice that spoke so tender of,
The looks of love, those never said,
As emptiness took place instead,
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The eye of the poet,
Sees differently,
Things that are
Things that will be.
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Ah,
A cloudless sky
So pure, so blue, so high,
You and I
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I hate disrespect
In every form, in every manner,
No matter who it comes from
Or their stature,
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