Patti Masterman

Patti Masterman Poems

121. I Loved You More 3/10/2010
122. We Must Not Be Sad 3/10/2010
123. The Dog Has Meat For Supper 3/10/2010
124. Men-Oh! -Pause 3/10/2010
125. Sometimes We Confuse The Handsome Faces 3/10/2010
126. Universe For Sale 3/10/2010
127. The Reason That We Are Created 3/7/2010
128. Dissection 3/7/2010
129. The Body Is A Love Song To God 3/7/2010
130. A Polite Tour Of Insanity (Recited To The Sound Of Panting) 3/7/2010
131. Albatross 3/7/2010
132. Surprise For Your Eyes 3/11/2010
133. Poetry Is Somebody Writing 3/11/2010
134. I Was Gagging On Poetry 3/11/2010
135. Reductionist Theory Of Everything 3/12/2010
136. Strange That The Numberless Mouths 3/12/2010
137. I'M Carpeting The Hall Now 3/12/2010
138. Showing Her The Universe 3/14/2010
139. We Practice It In Our Sleep 3/14/2010
140. I'M The Play 3/14/2010
141. A Photo Of Azaleas 3/14/2010
142. Meeting You Was A Birth 3/14/2010
143. I Fall For Words 3/14/2010
144. Social Networking 3/15/2010
145. To Omaira Sanchez And The Endless Night 3/15/2010
146. Beauty Of Lost Languages 3/15/2010
147. The Chess Game 3/15/2010
148. Incanto Dreams 3/15/2010
149. The Song Too Makes Play Of Love 3/15/2010
150. I Wish That You Could Watch Me 3/15/2010
151. I'M Going To Unplug You Now 3/15/2010
152. A Mutiny Of Sorts 3/18/2010
153. I'Ll Remember How It Felt To Love You 3/18/2010
154. Execute Me 3/18/2010
155. Sea-Glass Eyes 3/18/2010
156. Imminent Domain 3/18/2010
157. The Forge 3/18/2010
158. Voice From The Future 3/18/2010
159. At Some Point In Childhood 3/18/2010
160. As Above, So Below 3/18/2010

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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