Sandra Feldman Poems

I suppose prose,
Was not enough,
To express the deepest feelings,
So we invented Poetry,
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Poets,
Souls that sing,
Secrets, of most everything.
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Some Mysteries,
Are never solved,
And they remain within,
Hurting as we go along,
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Poets, always unsatisfied,
Making Life a tearful dream,
Looking for Paradise,
In life's tangled scheme,
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What is it about dogs,
That we love so much?
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Artists and Poets,
Actors and Writers,
They really 'Take the Cake',
In depth and in Emotion,
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Bring out the Lions,
Without their teeth,
The faceless Elephants,
That never speak,
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Softly, tenderly,
When I'm sad and lonely,
I read verses of melancholy,
Of frustrated love,
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A broken heart laid on the floor,
And there it stayed to beat no more,
Life is too cruel, and people's core,
Is mostly rotten, trust, What for?
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I have realized now,
That there is a Perfect World!
But it is within You,
With Truth and Love and Beauty,
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