Patti Masterman Poems

Because he offers all,
I find I can take less;
Though secrets held in thrall-
And nothing, can confess.
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Do animals dream of castles,
White wedding cakes, and wine;
Of making out midst beauty-
To never look behind?
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The insult's hid beneath bushels
And bailings, of compliments;
For it's mankinds way to hide the blade
Inside other implements.
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I wonder will they bring the quiet back from the road;
The quiet where the trees fingers reach the sky,
Quiet of the graceful geese sweeping by,
Quiet of an airplane shadowed above,
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Up and down, it's strange to see
An equal number, them and me;
Do the macroscopic rhumba
And a strange star soon might tumba.
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Maybe the dead remember nothing of dying
But falling through a thick cloud of too-bright flowers,
Or raindrops, or down..or maybe have no thoughts at all.
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I think I've lost my shadow-
Though I had it right behind,
I looked back there and saw it-
But now, can't seem to find-
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When the child cries the mother suffers,
When night comes, the daylight leaves;
When thousands die, the valley grieves-
Cover your dead; for more will always be coming.
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Shalom the Freedman didn't fail, he never did,
He always spoke clearly from his heart
And he can never be faulted for that.
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I used to feel sorry for myself
because I had brown eyes,
but then I met a woman
who had only one brown eye-
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