Patti Masterman Poems

only the music of your skin
shall outlive the diamond
and kiss of naked sun in song
though the moon marry, just for lust
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The shoe of authority:
Heel on-pointe,
Smooth-stockinged leg
In steps adroite.
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Don't try to decode me;
Enter into any liberties,
Never try to read my mind,
So aloof cause you're not my kind.
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Earth is writing herself into poems,
For poetry is what she feels within her deepest being;
And all the emotions of her mind are seasons,
And being so large and slow moving,
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Babes in arms were never known
To stay so small and sweet
And true, they always grow like weeds;
It's quite an astonishing feat.
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I know I would not want to live
If poetry and music died,
Though now I feel it's safe to say
That words in music will abide.
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Curious thing, how life imitates art,
For life is alive, with heart beating it's name
And art has no heartbeat, yet breathes through our breath;
Sees with our eyes, and feels with our breast.
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The basement cell where Geronimo was sometimes kept
Had an uneven floor, said to be caused by his constant pacing.
I too pace the walls inside my mind, for it seems to be holding me
Though sometimes I can escape it, through imagination.
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The twilight air is dancing,
The moon is riding high,
And shadowed clouds are prancing:
The light is flying by.
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If you could live forever
Just to love me,
In the blink of an eye
I could live eternity.
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