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Best Poems From
PATTI MASTERMAN
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Under Hades
A dark soul comes, will you give him your all,
Sidestep the rainbow, to tour his world?
Six seeds you've eaten, and you shall stay
As six seeds sprout, into numberless days..
A dark soul comes, will you give him your all
And bear his loving, held under thrall?
Six months you'll bear him, but there's no beseech
Under the rainbow, and out of reach..
Patti Masterman
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Before good-bye's good bye
I forgot the stars above
Even look out for you,
I forgot the moon and sun
Reflect in eyes so blue.
I forgot my homemade sail
Goes out upon your wind,
And how the church bells, ringing
To you their tidings send.
I forgot old photos yellow
And tear drops fade away,
As older love grows mellow
And can't say, what it should say.
I'll forget the limits
Bound by the four-walls lie
But we had more, than minutes-
Before good-bye's good bye.
Patti Masterman
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I Don't Like Long Poems
You see, I don't like long poems
My attention span is not so long,
And the birds are busy through the window;
I'm so afraid I'll miss their song.
Birds don't last long, in this world,
As my mind grows shorter than a fuse,
Lit at the business end of a stick
Of dynamite, and that's no ruse.
You see, I don't like long poems;
For I'm growing older by the clock
And I've things to say to this old world,
And tombstones aren't well known to talk.
I've things to say, and people's eyes
Are wandering, while I have my say;
Seems I talk faster all the time,
Before the light runs out of day.
You see, I don't like long poems;
My shadow's shorter every year
I don't have endless hours to read-
There's words I'd really rather hear.
Patti Masterman
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Childhood's Christmas
Christmas opened childhood
Like heroes opened games,
And gifts were just the standard
For those with your same name.
Christmas ringed our childhood
Like hoodlums ring a fight,
And no one could believe it-
That Santa was a lie.
Christmas ended childhood,
That day we knew the truth:
We damned our own eye’s knowledge
Of wisdom's sorry proofs.
Patti Masterman
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