My Bucket list

The bucket list, is it a real bucket or a real list? I have no life threatening prognosis.

However anxiety builds and I’m compelled to write.  It’s what I feel I have to do.

I can’t explain it.

 Here I sit writing my bucket list. On a bucket as I ice fish.

Does it matter what I see or have seen happening in my lifetime?

 I don’t know what’s what or who’s who. But I wish you could all see the way I do.

(Wish the fish would start to bite too).

I use to fish in my dreams or fall asleep thinking of going fishing.

Anymore I don’t dream.  Instead I fall asleep thinking of what I should write.

I have 8 or 9 things I’d like to write about. I don’t know what order they go.

Overwhelmed? Why do I feel I need to write anything?

I can hardly read.  I can read of course……  It just seems I forget

 From the top of the page to the bottom.  Somewhere in the middle I had to read a sentence

3 times to understand what it meant.  So why do I feel like I have an obligation to write.

I feel like I have a story to tell but just like I read I get lost when I write…

My poems are inspired by experience in my life.

It’s my bucket list!

Man I wish these fish would bite.                    Eo0oo0o0lo0(Gavin added that)

              Bob Jenkens

Being bulliedBULLIED HOMELESS BY PROFESSIONALS

Trans gender sons and daughters

Being in prison/the-american-judicial-system.html

Being homelessit-dont-pay-to-be-homeless-less-than.html

Being poor

Confess my Faith in Jesus ChristThe-Trinity-network.html

Our UN just judicial system and how it abuses poor people.

Being mean! I don’t know why I’m so quick to fight.. it’s not right.

Mainly I want to write something for my dog Mr. Sparky Wagg’s.

These are all on my bucket list. I don’t know the order they go so they’re not numbered.

Why do I have anxiety because I feel like I have to do this?  It’s my destiny.

Why do I feel like I will never get to see ….. I’m going to die then I’ll be discovered.

Who knows maybe something I write will be dug up by archeologist to only be misconstrued to mean something… something to save humanity?

It could happen

I can’t seem to be turned on

Perhaps I'm broken

perhaps I'll die before I know

my life was not in vein

perhaps the morning dew will moisten 

my eyelids awaken me

and I will get to live..

Perhaps...

Ketchup

I'm still waiting...
for something good to catch up to me.
For ketchup to be fashionable
and mustard to seed.
See me skating on destiny
just you watch and see
when I catch up to me!

KETCHUP

Bob Jenkens

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confession (is poor catholic an oxymoron?)

I volunteered a lot at St Mary's at the lakes. 

I did a lot of little things like shovel snow off the roof set up Christmas decorations, I also stood in front of the congregation and read scripture during Sunday mass and helped as an alter server.  I raised funds for the Diocesan Service Appeal. Three years in a row.

 One day I was approached by a man from Sacred heart in Hudson Michigan who asked if I would be interested in participating in a play type reading at the church and I agreed.

 He gave me an envelope with my part in the play. I took it home and studied.
 John Schaub who was married to Jean (Pastoral coordinator) had a part in the play as well, so he drove us down. When we arrived, we found the church packed.

Turns up its Pentecostal Saturday.
I hadn't given it much consideration, trying not to sweat I have to do this in a packed church.
I had been telling myself it's on a Saturday there will probably only be a hand full of parishioners.
 We started mass with a prayer then eight of us who were in the play took our places at different podiums in the church. There were Fathers and Deacons in the front row.

 I looked them in their eyes scanning rows and rows of Parishioners as we performed our parts. I was nervous but I'm proud to say I did good. everyone was listening to me. I'm looking at them looking at me I have their complete attention.
Afterward I took my seat and was ready for communion. Then the fathers and Deacons stood up and took the Alter. They took stations for confession.... I didn't even see this coming. (Am I a Poor Catholic? Http://fbgfgc.blogspot.com/2014/03/is-poor-catholic-oxymoron.html ).
  Now I'm sweating what am I going to confess? I picked a Father I didn't recognize. I told him "Father I confess I don't feel I'm doing what God wants me to do". I work as a roofer because I failed at another attempt at my radio career.
I told him I use to work in radio. That I've organized and conducted food drives that filled rental trucks with food for the local food pantries. Worked fund raisers for schools.
 I confessed to the Father I use to feel so important and now I'm just Hiding on a roof.
"I'm not doing what God wants me to do." The Father was quick to look to the podium I had just stood at. Nod his head toward it and ask me "why did you get up there and do that?" I quickly responded, "I was asked to". He told me there you go. "If God wanted you on the radio, you would be on the radio"! He told me I was good at the part I had taken in the play. He had also noticed how everyone was paying absolute attention to me as I spoke. He told me I should be an actor or something. He Also told me to do what God asks me to do. It was only weeks later I got a call from children Protective Service and then within days I had my own new baby. I told Jean Shaub Pastoral coordinator "I'm supposed to be a grandpa not a dad" she replied.
" Your who God Needs you to be" And I reflected back to Pentecostal Saturday when the Father told me to do what God asks me to do.   I'm trying!

Bob Jenkens

Thank you, Jean Schaub,
(on the right)

debriefed at the Pearly gates..... You're in Heaven now?

My inspiration for this title:
  Prior to the 2016 Presidential election I was watching the news on tv and it was reported that Donald Trump was at a debriefing. A debriefing I thought to myself? Why would they need to debrief him? Think about it.... Maybe Aliens are real? right? When Mr Trump tweets a picture of real Alien at area 51 It would be like war of the worlds 2016.  Only Global! Imagine the craziest movie plots could be secret reality's./christopher-columbus-thought-world-was.html.
 Really! It's not good being debriefed is it? Maybe There really is no hunger or war in Syria Mr President. It's a front to wash millions of dollars taken from the pockets of working people.
Or more likely. Mr President Our judicial system is no where near fair and just!/the-american-judicial-system.html . Our prosecutors pray on poor people. They use police to gather and write police reports to incriminate poor people that can't afford legal representation. They get court appointed Attorneys that try to get a fast conviction and puts dollars back into the judicial system./who-writes-police-reports-4222015.html .

  I'm just trying to write a piece about these people in our Judicial System who go to church. County clerks, commissioners, prosecutors, sheriff Jack Welch, attorneys stenographers.The court buildings are full of people who know the honest truth. eating poor people.    
  /poor-people-for-breakfast.html.
Some day the people of the judicial system will stand in front of their creator and be judged.
on the way they misrepresented reality./city-council-should-face-terrorism.html
/whats-oath-they-uphold-does-it-matter.html

Maybe your family is in the judicial system at the pearly gates you get debriefed?  Your Dad Rick Castleberry is not here! He went to Hell for being such a good prosecutor. and Your aunt? Judge Laura Shadler she's in hell too. for taking peoples homes and freedom so she could live high on the hog. "It's just my job" They say . You know the truth. But you remain on that bench and swear under oath "in God we trust" even still your position gets you immunity? Not at the Pearly Gates of Heaven.
  Unless of course Donald Trump tweets "There is no God or pearly gates"
"I'll swear on the Bible I've been debriefed".


Bob Jenkens

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Debriefed at the pearly gates

You've lived by the book anticipating Eternal life.
confessed your sins and accepted Jesus Christ
Walked a straight path
but lied and cheated people
"It's my Job" doesn't count
Your going straight to hell
do not pass go
do not collect 200.00
you got paid by the hour
You sold your soul
To the devil


(Just like those nurses
from Allegiance health
that murdered my dad).
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The American Judicial system

You've stolen my dreams
you cast me in hell
I whisper aloud
who am I now?

No flesh on my bones
no dreams in my head
in hell all alone
what was that I said?

mean with no feelings
is this what you think?
well I feel and I cry
it's your thinking that's weak

you play God with my life
a bandit with my dreams
but sleep well in the night
it's you who is mean

cast him in hell
that's what you said
his dreams I will sell
that man is dead

In Hell you say
and don't even care
 In Hell I say
I'll see you there!


Bob Jenkens

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My masterpiece master peace?

I'm always working on my master peace!
 A piece of me won't hesitate
To prove beyond a responsible doubt
I am flesh and not a computer
Let the evidence reveal
I am sympathetic with the poor
The judicially abused
I know how it feels

Let my autopsy reveal
The unjust civil enforcement of Law and Order.
In God we trust
If we're free to be free
Why are they killing us
In the streets?

Bob Jenkens

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http://fbgfgc.blogspot.com/2015/06/it-dont-pay-to-be-homeless-less-than.html?m=1

http://fbgfgc.blogspot.com/2016/07/what-colors-humanity-black-and-white.html?m=1

The trinity network

Close my eyes
watch the little TV God gave me
Scene after scene
of all of my hopes
and all of my dreams
Close your eyes and pray
stays on air 24 hours a day
Eternally begotten not made
Of The Father The Son And Holy Ghost

Reality TV is the life God gave me
His Son for forgiveness for all of my sins
This little TV Jesus brings in gets the best reception

AMEN

Bob Jenkens

My face isn't carved in a mountain I've never been struck by lightning I've never saved a crying baby from a burning house fire nor Have I overcome my misfortunes to acquire a name for myself.
I consider myself a writer although all I've written is only pieces of torn limbs from my distraught
existence.

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It could happen...... All around the world! Peace Love and happiness

I can't seem to be turned on
perhaps I'm broken
perhaps I'll die before I know
my life was not in vein
Perhaps ......
the morning dew will moisten my eye lids
awaken me
and I will get to live
Perhaps....

       It could happen!



Bob Jenkens

http://fbgfgc.blogspot.com/2016/05/what-would-jesus-do-if-he-were-sitting.html

short story nails

It's no longer for...

the big toe...
 then the little toe..     

 (generally speaking)
I was just clipping my toe nails:
What's the routine for this?
when they wear holes in your socks?
I bet it's been three months
and I'm not saying their long
only life is short!
every 3 months
four times a year
40 times in ten years
that's what my Columbia central education calculates
80 times in 20 years
120 toe nail clippings in thirty years
160 for 40 years
and 200 times in 50 years
what if in your whole entire life
you only clipped your toe nails 200 times
sounds like a lot even still
that's only 50 Christmases
50 new years eve's

50 today's
even if it's the 200th time I've clipped my toe nails.
my socks still love me for it.



bob jenkens

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sparky at work pouring cement eating roast beef getting loved