Patti Masterman

Patti Masterman Poems

921. The World Is Made Out Of Nothing Real 5/5/2010
922. As Wet As Rain Is 5/5/2010
923. Albatross Of My Heart 5/6/2010
924. We Wait For Love 5/6/2010
925. As I First Begin To Flex That Muscle 5/7/2010
926. Touch The Hearts Lightly 5/7/2010
927. In Figments Of Ink I Colored The Sky 5/7/2010
928. Do You Take This Man? 5/7/2010
929. Of God And Phonics 5/8/2010
930. Last Smile 5/8/2010
931. Co-Morbid 5/8/2010
932. She's All Piano Legs 5/9/2010
933. As Gentle As Days Are 5/9/2010
934. Whatever Makes You Mine 5/9/2010
935. Things To Stay Alive For 5/10/2010
936. Where Do The Dead Go 5/16/2010
937. Sans Parapet 5/16/2010
938. Honorable Unmention 5/17/2010
939. Buddha Dreamt 5/17/2010
940. Don'T Leave Too Soon 5/17/2010
941. Strange Worlds Whisper 5/17/2010
942. Hymn To Cellar Door 5/17/2010
943. Time Is The Ziggurat 5/17/2010
944. Chain Letter 5/17/2010
945. Lover Lie Still 5/18/2010
946. You Would Never Even Know It 5/18/2010
947. Hurry, Scurry, Wrinkle Your Nose 5/24/2010
948. Phantasmagoria 5/24/2010
949. Forty-Nine 5/24/2010
950. Pant's Seat Flying 5/24/2010
951. Unseen Worlds 5/24/2010
952. We Are Sensuous Because We Live 5/24/2010
953. Hope's Messenger 5/24/2010
954. Another World 5/24/2010
955. How Early Ever Birds 5/24/2010
956. I Break Precarious 5/30/2010
957. Have I Forgotten, Or Will I Forget 5/30/2010
958. Plastic Mannequin People 5/4/2010
959. Close My Eyes - Ghazal 5/4/2010
960. Gods And Clowns 5/10/2010

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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