Patti Masterman Poems

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951.
Many A Dream

You shall not do as the witches do,
The pages of the book instructed;
As if it were the only bible, real
To which my living soul entrust'd.
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952.
Poetry's My Armament And Muse

Poetry's my armament and muse;
I wield her- both amusing and profuse.
She keeps the bore many lengths away,
As he's confused by her- too much to say.
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953.
Up Above

Up above, there's a moon
cleaves to earth,
like a lover;
A shiny new orb there
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954.
You Were Never A Lady

Nine times at least, I groveled for your friendship;
Nine times nine more, I forgave all your spite;
Nine hundred now, cannot begin to tell you,
Of times your words, in me did truly fight.
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955.
Sonnentag

My heart is heavy because
Someday you'll go away
Who will listen to my dreams then
Who will care, whatever I say?
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956.
It Rains On The Street

It rains on the street,
Like a god weeping slow
Tears on the hapless
People below.
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957.
Talking In Riddles

What talks to itself,
All day, all night?
What talks without words
From dawn’s first light?
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958.
My Brain Is Full Of Paisleys

My brain is full of paisleys,
My skin has polka dots,
My eyes are crystal mirrors
My palms, ink blots.
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959.
My Dad Knew Auction Language

My dad knew auction language;
He had the city-stutter,
He counted out the increments,
His syllables like butter.
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960.
Breath Of Life

Are there ghostly feet still on the treadles
Of old sewing machines, or ghostly hands
Still setting down the Victrola's needle?
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