Sandra Feldman Poems

Liars, Fiddlers, Criminals
And Dopes!
Can end All dreams
And hopes,
...

They,
Lie
As they say,
'Hello'
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Alone
And not alone,
How can that be?
As long as
...

Everything,
They do,
They touch
Turns into
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Poetry,
The calming balm
That from deep down,
Helps the heart
...

Going
Downhill
Very fast!
Not really
...

Ah, the dirty lives
And lies
Of our ill chosen
And hypocritical
...

In the dark corners,
Of the Universe, of the Infinite,
Poetry starts to die,
Now almost all is permitted,
...

The waves do break
Against the rocks
When Tempest strikes
And Love is cast.
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Like a Fountain
Needs water
And the Sea,
Space, so free,
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