Patti Masterman Poems

Empty pews, empty pews; there's far too few
Empty pews, when many more would do;
Come home, come home, where love is born-
Don't leave your loved one all forlorn.
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Though I am the algorithm
for dust into dust,
And though they may say
life arose because it must
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When I was a child
I visited my cousin Judy's house,
I was spending the night with her,
As children like to do.
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You see, I don't like long poems
My attention span is not so long,
And the birds are busy through the window;
I'm so afraid I'll miss their song.
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Prissy little beauty queens, they seem so self-assured:
They wear the latest fashions; in haught style immured.
Then there's exotic travel, to all the ports of call,
Always look so stunning, till exhausted, they fall.
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Taciturn midnight tosses my dreams,
Touching my nightmares, wandering again;
Juggling my hours, mixing the streams:
Then I wake up thinking, where have I been?
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It's an untaught art and solo maneuver
Time elapsed auto ejection,
Parachuting us upwards:
Everyone on the planet knows how to die.
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We are the life's blood of the corpus mundi
We are the consciousness that's flowing itself
Through the labyrinth; the traffic that moves
Along the venues, carrying commerce of the living
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Invincible sun:
Burn me
Spurn me
But keep within my sights
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You can't buy love-
But you can buy hours
Of endless fawning
And fake solicitude.
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