Sandra Feldman Poems

It may be that,
Poets have a third eye
Hidden, way down
In their prodigious
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Down the hill
And up to trouble
We are in
Very bad bubble,
...

We all need
Desperately,
Sentimentally
Someone, something
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They're are loves
That last forever
Even though, they've gone away
They're alive in memory's pleasure
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Out of no where,
The words arrive,
The poem begins,
You feel inspired,
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Words for me are sacred
They are my soul's
Sweet home,
That's why I try
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Terrible!
What Jealousy and lies
Can do,
As deadly mixture,
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Disregarding,
Sex or race,
Poetry can go further.
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Odd, quaint,
Unexpected
How Poetry
Invades, flows
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Love,
Inspires
Like nothing else,
Lucky those,
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