Patti Masterman Poems

Posting here is not a beach,
We would beg or barter;
And God is very hard to reach,
But Poemhunter's harder.
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Under the arc of days, he set her free in time,
He gave her up to the whimsy of wind,
The ghostly waves of the Sun's heated ethers.
The hours of their togetherness came unraveled,
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The soul within the man
Is rumored; never seen.
The fading light of sun
Is what the moon must bring.
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Morning always comes too soon,
Whether you are loathe or loving;
Moon withdraws her silver spoon
And we’re back, to push-and-shoving.
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I see them in my dreams each night,
She, with her distinctive walk,
And he just smiles, but rarely talks.
They disappear by morning light.
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The bores keep boring
The snorers keep snoring
The haters abhorring
The liars perjoring
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When people bite you,
Remember at heart-
You were the ungrateful one.
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My mama must have got the fortune for me, before my birth,
It must have said, you will never be pretty,
And you will be cut off from your real roots forever.
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He squawks in a high pitch, like an old woman in hysterics
if something does not suit him, if an object is placed
where he did not intend to ever find it,
or if he is not consulted before every minuscule movement
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Turn away to the day, where the sky’s hung with wonder
Follow back the forests, whose paths swallowed time,
For kinder are hearts, where emotion’s not plundered;
Love feasts a long time, on what's left behind.
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