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)
Thursday, July 10, 2025
The Write Way: debriefed at the Pearly gates..... You're in Heave...
The Write Way: debriefed at the Pearly gates..... You're in Heave...: My inspiration for this title: Prior to the 2016 Presidential election I was watching the news on tv and it was reported that Donald Trum...
Wednesday, July 9, 2025
It's a long road
How long can people exist 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 to night,
I've crawled and still cried it's a long endless fight!
Bob Jenkens