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 over come my misfortunes in life to acquire a name for myself. I consider myself a writer although all I've written is only pieces of torn limbs of my distraught existence. (a bunch of poems)
I never understood Rocky and Bullwinkle. The episodes were always continued.....
"Stay tuned for next time when Rocky says"? and then I never got to see what Rocky really said.
We all know squirels can't talk. And that moose can't pull a rabbit from his hat. It's Ironic that Boris looks like Kim Jung Un with a penciled in mustache.bobjenkensoutlookcom.html
I'm no magician and I don't know any tricks in fact I tell my six year old if you ever say "watch this"
I want you to reconsider what your about to do. If I told you "watch me pull a rabbit out of my butt". would you tune in..... That's terrible. but keep reading watch me pull out of this tail spin.
Scott Clow was my wood shop teacher in high school. One of our class projects was to design and fabricate a coffee table. Mr Clow told us to take our time and make the best table we could because some of us would never amount to anything and still be using these tables when were old. I know rotten right? I still have my bread box too. I think it's a testimonial to my building capabilities.
(They've been in storage a couple times but I get them back out.)
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I can't even remember what I did to him to make him so mad that he took me into the hallway and he lectured me.... he pounded his fists into his hands and said "the Teacher always wins"..
Your right Mr Clow my apology to you...i-wonder-if-any-of-my-teachers-ever told my parents I wasn't write? Other things you said to me as your student reside in my head.
They were little secrets like after kneeling down to work use your hammer to push yourself back up. Or put your hands on your knees to push yourself up.
It helps take the wear off your back. Almost daily Mr Clow I take your advise.. Don't take any un necessary risk. Lift with your legs not your back.
Your write Mr Clow still working my ass off everyday-people-are-dieing-unnecessarily.html
Everyday... and I thank you for your secret to long life and fresh bread.....
Why doesn't my brain just fix my life?
Like my body does when I get hurt or a cold.
Why doesn't my brain fix everything?
I would! If it were a physical act I could tell my body to do.
Although it seems more of an act of breaks.... and sticks.
Which I always get the short end of....
How long can people exists
before they are free?
How many times can a man turn his head
and pretend he doesn't see?
It's a long road ahead
I see the pain coming my way
Still I walk down this road
each and every day
as I think.... it begins to rain
It's only part of the hurt and the pain.
I wipe my mind clear
and the rain disappears
for the rain isn't rain
but actually my tears.
I've cried in the day
I've cried in the night
I've crawled .... and still cried
It's a long endless fight!
Bob Jenkens
My grandpa Danny use to tell me "Learn you a trade" something to fall back on he would tell me.learn-you-trade-my-polish-grandpa-would.html . There's no glamour in roofing and any more it seems I barely get by. I know it's not my purpose in life.... "to barely get by"....
I use to dream of being somebody.....Father told me "Just do what God asks you to do".crawl-walk-kneel-walk-or-crawl-just.html Maybe I'm taking him to literal. My old body is really starting to feel the aches......Watch me pull a rabbit out of my butt.... Do not take every thing I say Literally... my-disclaimer.html
Watch the sun and think of me...
I'll be there!
I'll sit and watch so carefully
I'll wish that you were here with me.
Sit and watch the sun slowly sink into the horizon.
When the sun is gone and you see no light
turn and look up...
look into the night.
count the stars so high in the sky
for there's one for every tear I've cried.
I wrote this poem in prison. I was nineteen years old when I was sent to prison for assault.
Three days after I started a five to ten year sentence my girl friend revealed to me she was going to be having our baby. Just like any nineteen year old would do we got married. Wasn't a fancy wedding!
Crystal would drive by the prison after visits or what ever and honk her horn. So realistically I wrote this piece with the sun setting on a double Constantine fence. Theodore Scott Clark born October 7 1987. I did my own divorce while still incarcerated. That's all I can say about that.
In June 2001 fathers day in factI KNOW WHAT A MIRICLE LOOKS LIKE!
My daughter Zoe Blyss was born. I was news director at q-95 country and also doing part time at 102.5 wmxe. I learned to use a program to make commercials for the station cool edit pro.
One day I recorded some of my poems mixed with some smashing pumpkins music.
Then i got the ideal to have Zoe read this poem. Of course she was to small and couldn't read.
So I said a few words then put the microphone in front of her and she repeated me. Then I put the piece in cool edit pro I removed my voice and moved Zoe together and it sounds like she whips it right out my personal copy also has "BY STARLIGHT" by the smashing pumpkins mixed with it. Zoe Blyss reciting CLEAR SKIES AND STAR
When I get mad I don't turn green and bust down walls like the incredible hulk but my rage can be seen in my eyes when I'm mad. When something really makes me mad I always write about it. Tomorrow is September 11th though my 911 poem is not about September 11th today's date inspires me to share this piece.911
The poem is in my kindle direct book "what colors humanity"?
My dog Sparky is on the cover...what-colors-humanity.html
Our courts eat poor people. John T Glazier was my court appointed attorney. He called me to resign as my court appointed representation. I wrote a poem about him. I called him and read it to him. It's in this book. Who does that? I didn't even know a court appointed attorney could quit.
Some things I know I have to write about I just don't want to. Realistically I don't know where to start. I have written out of joy Love Hope The birth of my daughter.i-know-what-miricle-looks-like.html That's my daughters name on the cover with sparky. "Zoe Blyss Clark" My son Gavin has his picture on my kindle direct book "will write for food" Gavin and I were homeless and Zoe lived with her mom and her mom made us do visits at the library so Zoe and I put this book together.
She was Spark's girl for sure. look at them sitting in the truck on my author page B Jenkens Amazon author page The three of us I wrote this to Zoe in 2008.Gavin wasn't born yet. We were being pulled apart and I wasn't sure what was going to come of us. the-three-of-us.html .
It kills me were not together.....I still have sparky he's 15 years old now... We seen Zoe in June When we put my dads ashes at the cabin up north. what-color-are-you-does-it-matter.html
Zoe don't go by Zoe anymore she calls herself Matt. She wears baggy clothing to hide her woman hood. She has side burns and a different voice. When she was a small girl I had her read my poem clear-skies-and-stars.html .... And I put it on top by starlight be the smashing pumpkins.
When we put my dads ashes down Sparky didn't even recognize Zoe... It kills me.
It hurt her him Zoe Matt. I don't know how it goes. I'm just me. paper-doll-bloodmy-inkcom.html
Truth of the matter is I'm always writing in my head. I write to explain myself and the way I see life.
My punctuation spelling and grammar aren't politically correct. But their write in my head.teacher-pooped-my-bubble.html And what is politically correct anymore? It only raises questions in my head....I'm on lunch break right now...
I better get back at it... Just wanted you to know your in my head .... I want you to see me....
whats write in my head? welcome-to-united-states.html
