Patti Masterman Poems

The long-ago father of the god of creation
Warned our god, many millenia ago,
If You go on and create this world You are considering,
There will be everything under heaven;
...

This is my poem of ______. (date)
This is my poem, written by myself.
This is my first poem never written.
This is my last poem now to be written.
...

I try to find the code of being that's hidden in the clouds,
Not obvious, not concealed but still in plain sight,
Of sun that is distant, in the invasive universe,
Slivered writing, floating cumulus
...

And as it was, it then shall be,
It's me for you, or you for me,
Us and them; let all avail
That future hopes may tide us well.
...

I'm a quantity of humanity,
Ingenuity; just a spark,
A latent sacred profanity,
A secular god's cruel lark.
...

From where comes this impulse,
This mysterious sanctity in shadowed icons,
Of statues leaning into dusk, hands clasped piously,
Dangling chains of stones, ending in crossed bones.
...

The doctors are all sated now
with the exotic names of expensive drugs;
the ones which they rattle off
with the acumen of exhaustively tested experience,
...

Talk walls, for there'll be no one hearing;
Your secrets are safe, in their plaster and paint.
Talk walls, cause there's no use in fearing;
There’s no other ears here, so don't hesitate.
...

the skin of a calm moon nightly leads
the depths far movements of conformity
with fission’d eyes to plumb the deeps
and the fishes secrets, keep
...

The more you hate someone,
The more they will not go away-
No, indeed; and will never go away,
Not even if the world burn,
...