#FlashbackFriday – Poetry – “Light Beams Over Cold Concrete”





Light Beams Over Cold Concrete // by Jennifer Patino


Within lyrical strings of music
floating by on the wind’s tail,
I on the cold, grey pave lay

The night is as black as tar in the sun,
the stars shine bright as day

No clouds, no streetlamps
to block my view,

my robin’s breast hair fanning my dwelling,
my head tilted, slightly askew

All nearby surroundings sound so obscure,
yet distant calls beckon to me so clearly

The icy cool flames send chills down me,
piercing me, through and through

These bring to mind small inklings,
little thoughts of you


(I cast them astray…for you have gone away)


I shake and I shudder as I feel my own heartbeat
among layers of silk, and my lonely, cold body

I turn as I hear the first shooting star whisper
your name that so quickly passes through my fingers

To hold on to your image and presence in my sight,
I make that wish upon the next beam of light

And once again I am warmed by you, apparition of my lover
who pulls me in far deeper than the moon could ever wonder

One light for each kiss, each passionate connection
that count each reason I love you


(Please, hear my confession)


I’ve loved, and I’ve lost, now I love and I live,
and every ounce of my soul to you do I give

So come back once again, my feelings do not smolder,
for I could not bear for this concrete to grow colder


July 21, 2006



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#FlashbackFriday – Poetry – “We Always Wear Pajamas on Saturdays”





We Always Wear Pajamas on Saturdays // by Jennifer Patino


sunshine specks

catching dust

and reflections,

magnified introspection

of busy bees

in pajamas on a Saturday,

twirling and whirling

around with their brooms


for the morning chores

are never a bore

when pianos twinkle

fleeting notes,

clever anecdotes

about the week’s

piled up junk mail


dishes beg to dance,

the floor mops take a chance,

then the old house settles,

clean and serene,

sparkling tabletops,

walls that shine,

and a scent of love

that is yours and mine


take a break,

relax awhile,

take a deep, fresh breath,

cozy up and smile


November 14, 2009



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#FlashbackFriday – Poetry – “Prescribed”





Prescribed // by Jennifer Patino


it’s a meat puppet game / they’re playing / with my head / my brain / my feelings / but I must not surrender my soul //

horse pills / followed by the little red pills / don’t forget to take your pills / i won’t / don’t hurt yourself / i won’t / do you feel like hurting yourself? / i won’t answer / any side effects? //

dizziness / nausea / inducing while ingesting / my hands are shaking / i’m not eating / but my clothes aren’t fitting / i’m not trying to say you’re fat but, you’re definitely not skinny anymore / eat more this / don’t eat that / forget what i just said because things have changed now //


take more blood / blow more veins /
does it hurt? / this might hurt / tell me if it hurts //


they mean when


lost / brave / strong, but fading / candle wick burning low / it’s almost dawn / where has sleep gone? / i think this may be a vicious nightmare / a torturous punishment for an old crime / but it’s not / because it’s too real / it’s just too cruel / and too real


August 21, 2010



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#FlashbackFriday – Poetry – “The Gale”





The Gale // by Jennifer Patino


This rainstorm looks like a gale,

and I’m on the deck of my ship

staring out into all of the grey-ness,

but I remain dry on my covered front porch,

taking in the anger of the town


There is a hint of drug use in this town


A car cuts another off and I hear furious honking,

so I’m wondering what the purpose behind “laying on the horn” is,

I’m remembering how I once succumbed to its

passive aggressive nonsense in a near-death experience

a careless driver caused me to have


A couple starts fighting in the parking lot

of the convenience store across the street

just to prove my point,

that anger is the electricity keeping this place running


I start thinking about walking around

in the rain with my childhood friends,

I had a fear of manhole covers,

I never walked over them,

Sewers, we called them


Why?” one of them asked me,

He always thought he was so smart,

and I said, shyly and awkwardly,

Well, I uh…– heard there was sparkling electricity down there that might…

There’s just water! Water and electricity don’t mix! The whole world would blow up!

I accepted it


Now, at 27 I stare at the power lines dripping with water,

and the world is slowly blowing up


Maybe there is electricity running beneath us

and not quite enough water to put out our own fires,

so that’s why I prefer to keep my ship docked these days,

safe in the harbor,

for sea-worthy, I am not


August 25, 2010



#FlashbackFriday – Poetry – “Symphony”


Symphony // by Jennifer Patino


There are those

who pray by the glow of

the kitchen light


in the coverlets of billows,

the moon beaming bright


The sky – a direct

reflection of God


The night – birds call,

the moth’s wings answer


A melody;




An answered sigh,

the desert’s bitter breath


The chill, welcomed

because it makes them


feel alive,

warm inside


They can hear the stars twinkling,

eyes of the angels winking


There are those who smile

in the dark

for they are never

really alone,

in tune with

nature’s music,


they make it

their own


Each note of life, a gift,

every being in rhythm

to uplift


Blessed ones, chosen,

singing silently to themselves


Content, unafraid,

because now they are safe


Love lives in their eyes,

faith is felt in their cries


Wisdom is found

where the true self lies


May 13, 2014