Sandra Feldman Poets Poems

Let it never be said
That Poets stay
Indifferent
To actuality
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Poets should be in charge!
Words are their Arms,
After all, some harsh words
Of Truth,
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Poets don't cry
Instead,
They write
And with their
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Who taught the Poet
How to write?
Who taught the Bird
How to sing?
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Sincerity,
Love and Inspiration
Make, good Poets
The Pride,
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Poets are,
The conscience
Of Mankind.
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Even as adults
We tell ourselves
Stories,
Of what to believe,
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So rich, so tender
Wonderful,
In its love
And splendor,
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Poets are crazy,
Poets are mad,
I am a Poet,
Should I be glad?
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Love lost is more
Than painful
In this ill,
And lonely world,
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As long as there are Poets,
The World will be okay,
There will be dreams anointed,
That will come true someday,
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Poets,
Souls that sing,
Secrets, of most everything.
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They call Them eccentric,
Just to be kind,
Poets are strange ones,
Always trying to find,
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What makes us write?
Each poet has his own
Personal reasons,
But it is something
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To be so well received!
With such,
Loving kindness,
Read and written to,
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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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Poets cry and love too much,
Create new Worlds for you to watch,
Dream of things that cannot be,
Thinking thoughts of Fantasy.
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Poets are fools,
With words as tools,
They sculpt statues of dreams,
With wide open seams,
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Thinking, thinking
All along,
Poets sing their
Useless song,
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Poets communicate?
Sure they do,
Thru rhyme and reason,
In any season,
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Poets are different,
They canonize,
All of Life's secretes,
Just through their eyes.
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Poets cry, so why can't I?
It's not only my own pain,
But, I feel for all those,
That have died, in vain,
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Because poets can dream
The moon is made of lace
Sea of discovery,
The world of fantasy
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If poets ruled the World,
Yes, I know,
Nothing,
Would get done
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We like to paint images
Into words,
We like to say things
Never heard,
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Poor poets,
In more ways than one,
Looking for answers,
And finding none,
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Almost always,
Poets know what to say,
And when to say it,
In a most concise,
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They laugh at Poets,
Call them soft,
Say they're frail,
That their tears are,
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So many fine Poets,
Exciting this site,
Hope everyone realizes,
That as long as there is Poetry,
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Are poets happy?
Or do they cultivate,
An eternal melancholic flower,
That takes away the power,
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If you want to be free,
Write Poetry,
Where nothing will slumber,
Every word a special wonder.
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Poets,
Can't help
But write,
Giving Words
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Poets stick together
Brothers, Sisters in Poetry
Wonderful, to be and see,
One great big spiritual,
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I Love poems
That make you soar
That lift you up
And so much more!
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Poets know
What poets know,
They feel the beauty
They feel the truth,
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When poets'
Souls
Cry
The whole World
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When you bare and open feelings,
Pull the skin off sentiment,
You're in danger of infection,
And so vulnerable to pain!
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Poets are strange,
A little deranged,
But it really doesn't matter,
They can have Ups and Downs,
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Poets feel and understand so many Things,
So many Mysteries, as they write,
Delving into the Sands of Past, Present and Future,
Using their hourglass of words,
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How Gloriously the Poet speaks,
And makes you understand,
What Thousands of words, can't
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Who are the Dreamer-Poets?
That have been by now, so blessed,
And why do they have that great name,
That is different from the rest?
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A Poet's home
Is that crystal dome
Where all living beauty
And endless possibilities
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Tell me,
Is it not
The Poet's privilege
To construct
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Poets know,
What Poets know,
Without effort,
Sincerely,
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Limitless feeling,
Delving into the unknown,
Reaching hands, never concealing
What they know and will have known,
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