Invisible No More

my love affair with words

Jun 6

my tower

by pattikeno

these words

my words

I say that I scream

them out

I say that I yell

them from the

mountain tops

but I don’t

I lied

what I really do

is hide

I hide away

in my tower

and write these

words

my words

on tiny pieces of

paper

tiny letters, tiny words

and then I fold

them

ever so gently

into cranes

tiny little origami

cranes

and I throw

them from my tower

in hopes that

they will fly

they are but paper

teeny tiny paper cranes

that pile around

the base of my tower

the base of my home

I have to find

a way

to make them

fly

I have to

stop

hiding in

this tower

and I have

to fly

.

I

have to

fly

.

.

                                    05/28/16

                                            ©Patti Keno

2016 New Patti Keno Poetry Uncategorized

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Apr 25

insignificant me

by pattikeno

I feel so small

so insignificant

a speck

that you will

never see

nor will you

ever hear

the heart that

beats within

me

i try to speak

but my words

get lost

in this crowd

the crowd that

surrounds me

and shrinks

me

to nothing

makes me

feel small

and insignificant

shrinks me

to

nothing

insignificant

subatomic

me

lost in this

crowd

forever

lost

.

.

10/12/15

©Patti Keno

2015 Patti Keno Poetry

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Mar 24

who is this?

by pattikeno

who is this

that I am

it is not me

speaking this way

walking this walk

living this life

loving this man

I’m not who you

think I am

I’m me

not this person

that you see

who is that

it isn’t me

brushing my hair

dressing my body

I am not there

you are not talking

to me

who is it?

oh my God…

.

it’s me

.

.

10/5/95

©Patti Keno

1995 Patti Keno Poetry the silent boy

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Mar 21

gender

by pattikeno

I am woman

my feminine display

is carefully hidden

it’s tucked away

fearing innocence lost

hidden forever

what is the cost?

losing myself?

I’m already lost

moving onward

so afraid

never knowing exactly

where my innocence

is laid

moving onward

moving fast

knowing my innocence

my false masculinity

will

never

last

.

.

.

                                                            6/6/96

                                                                ©Patti Keno

1996 Patti Keno Poetry

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Feb 18

keep mindful

by pattikeno

keep mindful with website

i was having a little fun with http://www.canva.com

I wrote this poem after my first paranormal investigation at a cemetery near my house.  The whole time we were there a spirit woman was whispering “keep mindful” to me.

here’s the poem if it’s too hard to read in the picture:

keep mindful

 

impressions softly woven

through the midnight air

keep mindful of the spirits

keep mindful of the ghosts

 

spirits of women; spirits of men

ghosts with moonlight in their hair

keep mindful of the night time

keep mindful of the midnight hour

 

ignore the sound of the trickster’s rhyme

break away from its lulling power

keep mindful of the watching eye

keep mindful of its burning gaze

 

stay sharp, young lover stay sharp

for every breath may be your last

 

 

08/8/06

©Patti Keno

 

2006 paranormal Patti Keno Poetry

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Feb 18

folding inside of myself

by pattikeno

i just want to be alone today

i just want to take it slow today

i want to fold in upon myself

i want to disappear

i don’t want this anymore

i don’t want this anymore

can’t you make it go away

i just want to cry today

i just want to scream today

all this aching is breaking me apart

inside

and i don’t want this anymore

can’t you see

i don’t want to be

the one who is left behind

the one who is all alone

I don’t want this anymore

can’t you take it away from me

but this is how it always is

and this is how it always will be

me waiting

waiting

waiting

waiting

waiting

waiting

waiting

waiting

for somebody to love me

for

somebody

to love

me

and

leave me

not

alone

.

 .

                                                                      8/12/02

                                                                         ©Patti Keno

2002 Patti Keno Poetry

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Feb 12

only

by pattikeno

leave me bleed

and send me quake

only how I ache

only how

I

ache

.

tear me asunder

and bring on the rain

only how I ache

only how

I

ache

.

twitch me sorrow

and ignite my flame

only how I ache

only how

I

ache

.

only

how

i

ache

ache

i

how

only

only

only

.

.

                                                            01/23/15

                                                              ©Patti Keno

2015 Patti Keno Poetry

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Feb 12

tidal wave

by pattikeno

time

is a wasted thing

it is a meaningless

thing

it surges forward

relentlessly

and drowns us

in its wake

it leaves us breathless

and broken

washed upon the

shore

in a different place

in a different time

where we learn to

adapt

we heal

and begin to

live again

only to be swept

away

once again

by unforgiving

and relentless

time

.

.

                                                                        01/5/15

                                                                                ©Patti Keno

2015 Patti Keno Poetry writing

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Feb 6

about

by pattikeno

It’s tooth and bone

and grinding nails

and lollipops

and puppy dog tails

It’s blood and blades

and scratches and

cuts

It’s tooth and nail

and tearing flesh;

rending flesh

it’s all about the past

the present

and the

future

that was never

 meant

to be

It’s all about tooth and bone

and grinding nails

It’s all about

ME!

.

.

                                                5/21/01

                                                       ©Patti Keno

 

2001 Patti Keno Poetry

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Feb 5

starving

by pattikeno

“I know what you’re

hungry for”

he says

with blood-shot eyes

and yellowed teeth

he stands before me

waiting

holding out a pen

“I know what you’re

hungry for”

he says

he wants me to begin

but he pulls the pen away

and I am left

to ache once

again

for the words

that never come

for the silence

that never goes

“Insomniac!”

he accuses and

laughs in my face

but still I cannot get close

I cannot begin

he waits for me

to stop him

he waits for

me to yell

but I am

alone and

voiceless

here in my

self-appointed hell

“heretic!”

he calls me

he knows that

I’m insane

he knows that

writing is

all I have

to ease this

precious

pain

still he does not

give up

still he does not

give in

when will he

ever let me

begin

                                                                        01/24/00

                                                                                 ©Patti Keno

2000 Patti Keno Poetry writing

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