Patti Masterman Poems

If a house came with a woman,
We wouldn't want to buy;
We wouldn't want her, idle-
And always sitting by.
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I made a bluer sky, they came
Just to see it rain again,
Then wove the clouds so fluffy white,
They wore their sunglasses at night.
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They tell there are no words there,
Nor books anywhere about,
So should I go to heaven;
It seems to be in doubt?
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What was there
Before you were born;
Was there a point-
Was something torn?
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Ignore the world
At your peril,
Take Ginseng root
And powdered marrow.
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A dagger, a chalice,
A heart filled with dread;
Invisible palace-
The peace of the dead.
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And now I have become thoroughly a Somebody-
Though once, I was Nobody, only a child-
Most powerless, among the world's true movers.
It's true I planned no ambushes of greatness,
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Do you own your dreams-
And the things you find there;
Do you own the oceans,
Do you own the air?
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Be brave of heart, my melancholy baby,
Be forceful, swift; so not to tempt our fate,
No coward soul, nor temerity for label,
For this fearful trembling to abate.
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Wander a new land, one never known
Traces of prints dusted by snow,
Stones awaiting the gilded grace of evening
(the company of others; diverse things- for what?)
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