Patti Masterman

Patti Masterman Poems

481. Palindrome - Longed She For Real Presence 4/11/2010
482. Palindrome - Once I Knew That 4/11/2010
483. The Object Of Life Is Death 4/11/2010
484. You Were Once The Perfume Of All Women 4/11/2010
485. The Vision Of A Moment Flowers 4/11/2010
486. The Silencer 4/11/2010
487. The Hard Body Of The Ground Always Appeases Me 4/11/2010
488. I Have Never Believed 4/11/2010
489. Evil Stalks 4/11/2010
490. And So You'Re Dead 4/11/2010
491. Not Complaining 4/11/2010
492. Don'T Forget The Olives 4/11/2010
493. Stuff Of Dreams 4/8/2010
494. Witness 4/8/2010
495. Caged Birds 4/11/2010
496. Fooldom 4/11/2010
497. Grace 4/11/2010
498. The Italian Shower Curtain 4/11/2010
499. Lighting The Way 4/11/2010
500. I Survived 4/11/2010
501. Step Right Up 4/11/2010
502. Into The Bright Light Of Day 4/11/2010
503. Retreats Are Portals Of Revelation 4/11/2010
504. I Was Always Dragged Kicking And Screaming 4/11/2010
505. Life On Time 4/11/2010
506. To Each His Own 4/12/2010
507. The Lover 4/12/2010
508. The Irresistible Embrace Of Existence 4/12/2010
509. When I Think Of All The Future Graces 4/12/2010
510. When I'M In Love 4/12/2010
511. Glass Coffins 4/12/2010
512. And The Letter Came 4/12/2010
513. We'Re All Dead 4/12/2010
514. Where Falls The Stain 4/12/2010
515. They Said That He Talked To His Axe 4/12/2010
516. The Reclusive One 4/12/2010
517. Sing A Song Of Life 4/12/2010
518. For A Minimal Fee 4/12/2010
519. Sliding Scale Lifestyles 4/12/2010
520. All Hallows Eve 4/12/2010

Comments about Patti Masterman

  • Smoky Hoss (8/28/2011 9:17:00 AM)

    Patti's words flow like oxygen through the lungs and blood through the heart, bringing life, and the exhileration of living, to her grateful readers. The world is a bit better place thanks to her poetry.

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  • Amy Lalala (6/22/2011 11:41:00 PM)

    So i randomly came across a poem you had commented on, what you said reminded me alot of something my dad would say so i decided to scope you out.
    It probably doesn't mean much coming from a 17 year old but i really enjoyed reading your poetry!

  • Barbara Clafton (6/20/2011 4:53:00 PM)

    Patti, your poetry is brilliant, inspiring and moving. Thankyou for sharing your creativity with us x

  • Laura Inès Nùñez Cremades (7/15/2010 5:10:00 PM)

    You 'Last goodbye' poem reminded me of my mother.
    I was deeply moved.
    Beatiful work

  • Booklover Tv Lounger (3/7/2010 3:56:00 PM)

    You're a really great poet. I enjoy your poems very much. A nice addition to the PH community. I wish you every happiness and all the best.

    P.S: Couldn't help myself from not saying THANK YOU for your bio summary. It helped with the login problem I get with PH. (and all this time I thought it was my lousy comp; P) .

  • Carol Gall (1/9/2010 5:53:00 AM)

    patti is my friend she is an amazing poet writes from her heart and loves hard
    i can see patti in egyption times or in a futuristic world she is a kind and caring person i love her poetry you never know what to expect and that makes it all the more exciting thanks patti for being the excellent poet your are and for being my friend keep writing you are a natural poet patti also loves to laugh
    and she often make others laugh too

Best Poem of Patti Masterman

Anti-Love Poem #1

When you've loved someone,
As much as you're capable of,
Just let them go. Even better,
Don't write about them- ever.
If you must, let it be once only
And let that be as their epitaph.
Let the seasons and the wind
Sweep away the painful memories
Don't try to re-start fire from a faded puff of smoke.
And give yourself some time to recover.

If you must write thousands of lines
About what went wrong, or why,
For gods sake burn it- burn it quickly
Don't leave it lying around for others eyes to see
And for the dance line to start forming behind you:...

Read the full of Anti-Love Poem #1

The Belly Of The Beast

Lost in the belly of the beast,
We look up and see all those curving arches,
And we think then that we're in some majestic cathedral;
But the next sloping corridor takes us down to the mortuary,
The processing station, for what we are busy turning into.
But we still ignore the smell, as we're too busy believing
That for us, a great feast is being prepared-
Just like children at christmas time
Always believe the world is organized solely around them;

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