The Write Way

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, May 14, 2020

"Sorry I'm late"

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At the beginning of the covid Epidemic I joined an online writing group to help pass the time. The site administrator would throw a title o...
Sunday, April 19, 2020

Early February maybe May

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I'm gonna start over Like I was just born This morning A brand new day The sun is shining Birds are singing A 65 degree spring day...
Monday, April 6, 2020

Exclude ROE vs WADE Give the children thier own rules! "You nailed that shit".....

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You nailed it Write on the head Must have been phlegm An allergy A piece of pollen Or something I said Floating in the air In your e...
Thursday, March 19, 2020

Ransom

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I'm being held hostage Against my own fear Of last hopes Please leave The girl of my dreams In a small piece of clothing On top of...
Saturday, March 14, 2020

Epstein couldn't have killed his self

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I walked into the bathroom and immediately noticed feet sticking out from under the stall.  I knew who it was by his shoes. Should I hurry ...
Friday, March 6, 2020

Quarantine the freedom speech

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 My words flow across this piece of paper like  an epidemic, Pandamonium A tsunami of truth Bob Jenkens
Wednesday, February 26, 2020

No signal

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You know how In video When there's a malfunction And all those Little Square pieces Try to form a picture? That's how I feel. ...
Wednesday, February 19, 2020

I wish

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I wish I could run away and hide And only show myself when I write Under a rock Or from the mountain side I wish I may I wish I might ...
Wednesday, January 1, 2020

Pencil whipped

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Lock me up in a cage But don't take my pencil Feed me rice with maggots But don't take my pencil Make me defend my life With n...
Sunday, December 8, 2019

You can't win for losing......

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It's something my dad use to say I called him out on it once You know that don't make sense What does it mean? You're too yo...
Monday, November 18, 2019

Exactly

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I don't have two nickels To rub together ❤ Two sticks to start a fire 🔥 A fire to cauterize My bleeding heart Wooden nickels And ...
Wednesday, September 11, 2019

Don't ask don't tell

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I met Amber at church. She was 26 and I was 40 something. I know I didn't want her to know where I lived or my age. She didn't seam...
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bob1jenkens
Brooklyn, Michigan, United States
I have a degree in broadcasting from the Specs Howard school of broadcast arts in Detroit. I've worked in radio as a morning show host, a news director and a program director. I've had audio tracks I produced featured on the pumpkins.net. I think I can change the world. Not in the way it revolves but in the way we see it. I no I'm struggling now I always have. That's just me. God's purpose for me is I think to share my struggles. I still don't see but some how in the long run. I will affect the lives of many people in a positive way. Mark my words.
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