To the left. "If it leads it bleeds"

Write from wrong
Or maybe misspelled
Has right gone?
To the left
Forgotten
To blame for fraud
Sometimes
I can't do anything write
But just keep on
And keep keeping on

I know write from wrong
Even when my pen won't write
And my pencil lead
Has been misdirected
And mislead
Has right gone?

Bob Jenkens

Autopsy of a poet (If it bleeds it leads)

To dissect
A poet
Is to open
His pages and read
Look at his vital organs
How did life
Make him bleed
My autopsy will reveal
Emotionally
Physically
Ironically
Shut the book
And know

This is how I Read
Scribbled out
Crossed out
Left out
This is my autopsy
In pencil and in ink
I've bled
Every word I write.


Bob Jenkens

Bob jenkens author page Kindle Direct publishing

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( if it bleeds it leads)

I use to go to church

Stopped at the dollar store on my way to work this morning these gloves and flower apparel just aren't going to be right on a rooftop. I used to go to church on Sunday at Saint Mary's at the lakes. I  would get up and read scripture in front of the congregation. I volunteered as an altar server God bless you Father Paul Greil .
Living week-to-week I have to work everyday I can. Maybe I should give up and go all in with my book.
  Everyday on my way to work I think of what I want to write about then I get to work and I got to work. And it drives me crazy that I continue to sit here and think about what I want to write and how I'm going to pay my bills.
One has nothing to do with the other .
 I just keep up the struggle . everyday-people-are-dieing-unnecessarily.html?m=1

I'm sitting on a rooftop right now writing this and listening to some Smashing Pumpkins I better get back at it supposed to be 85 today check out this video will write for food the movie shows my passion every roof you see is a house I've roofed.  

Worry crazy

Sometimes I smile
Then I frown
Sometimes I search for a smile/smile
But I only find a frown
Then I just sigh
And try not to cry
Because tomorrow I'll smile
If just for a while
Until worry takes my smile away.


Bob Jenkens

Funny thing is I have the same shirt on today I shot this video like a year ago.

Donald Trump well done steak and ketchup

Ketchup

I'm still waiting
For something good
to catch up with 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.

Bob Jenkens

One of Donald Trump's favorite meals is a well done steak with ketchup on the side.
Why is that controversial in 2017?
President Trump's tariffs on Steel cause Canada to put tariffs on ketchup president Trump's going to be mad when he has to pay as much for ketchup as he does for steak.


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Pro life

Which way is up
And which way is down?
Which way is Heaven?
And which way is hell?
Is the world really round?
Or just flattened out
and turned upside down?
Maybe daytime is nighttime
and nighttime is day
Or
Anytime is a lifetime
WHO's to say?


Bob Jenkens
Confused? Me to let God choose.
With the questioning of Roe versus Wade coming up again I decided to share my pro-life poem this is in my book will write for food.
this is a link to my author page at Kindle Direct publishing
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roe_v._Wade

ADHD doesn't spell anything

I have something
Called c.o.d
No wait that's cash on delivery
I mean COPD
Sometimes it's hard
So hard to breathe
With all the anxiety/supercalifredulious.html?m=1
Why did I say COPD?
I meant ADHD
Whatever that means in chemistry
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I don't think write
But this piece of paper sure feels good
To me
Or not to me.

Bob Jenkens

https://www.amazon.com/kindle BobJenkens author page

http://fbgfgc.blogspot.com/2017/08/the-under-dog.html?m=1

A.D.H.D

Take my hand and come with me,
I want to teach you about ADHD.
I need you to know, I want to explain,
I have a very different brain.
Sights, sounds, and thoughts collide.
What to do first? I can't decide.
Please understand I'm not to blame,
I just can't process things the same.
Take my hand and walk with me,
Let me show you about ADHD.
I try to behave, I want to be good,
But I sometimes forget to do as I should.
Walk with me and wear my shoes,
You'll see its not the way I'd choose.
I do know what I'm supposed to do,
But my brain is slow getting the message through.
Take my hand and talk with me,
I want to tell you about ADHD.
I rarely think before I talk,
I often run when I should walk.
It's hard to get my school work done,
My thoughts are outside having fun.
I never know just where to start,
I think with my feelings and see with my heart.
Take my hand and stand by me,
I need you to know about ADHD.
It's hard to explain but I want you to know,
I can't help letting my feelings show.
Sometimes I'm angry, or sad.
I feel overwhelmed, frustrated, and mad.
I can't concentrate and I lose all my stuff.
I try really hard but it's never enough.
Take my hand and learn with me,
We need to know more about ADHD.
I worry a lot about getting things wrong,
Everything I do takes twice as long.
Everyday is exhausting for me...
Looking through the fog of ADHD.
I'm often so misunderstood,
I would change in a heartbeat if I could.
Take my hand and listen to me,
I want to share a secret about ADHD.
I want you to know there is more to me.
I'm not defined by it, you see.
I'm sensitive, kind and lots of fun.
I'm blamed for things I haven't done.
I'm the loyalist friend you'll ever know,
I just need a chance to let it show.
Take my hand and look at me,
Just forget about the ADHD.
I have real feelings just like you.
The love in my heart is just as true.
I may have a brain that can never rest,
But please understand I'm trying my best.
I want you to know, I need you to see,
I'm more than the label, I am still me!!!!
~Author Unknown

Copy and paste this as your status if u know someone with A.D.H.D or know the struggle yourself.

***I know and LOVE someone with ADHD. 💕

Going Postal #@school

The term going postal is English slang it derives from the 80s when a string of postal shootings occurred. Almost 40 postal workers were killed.into the early 90s Wikipedia says.
 When did the school shootings begin?




https://www.historyextra.com/period/modern/what-is-the-origin-of-the-phrase-going-postal-meaning-going-berserk/



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Did you know that Edgar Allan Poe was at a voting poll the day he was found? And there was voter fraud in 1849

Baltimore City, Oct. 3, 1849
Dear Sir,

There is a gentleman, rather the worse for wear, at Ryan’s 4th ward polls, who goes under the cognomen of Edgar A. Poe, and who appears in great distress, & he says he is acquainted with you, he is in need of immediate assistance.

Yours, in haste,
JOS. W. WALKER
To Dr. J.E. Snodgrass.

On September 27—almost a week earlier—Poe had left Richmond, Virginia bound for Philadelphia to edit a collection of poems for Mrs. St. Leon Loud, a minor figure in American poetry at the time. When Walker found Poe in delirious disarray outside of the polling place, it was the first anyone had heard or seen of the poet since his departure from Richmond. Poe never made it to Philadelphia to attend to his editing business. Nor did he ever make it back to New York, where he had been living, to escort his aunt back to Richmond for his impending wedding. Poe was never to leave Baltimore, where he launched his career in the early 19th- century, again—and in the four days between Walker finding Poe outside the public house and Poe’s death on October 7, he never regained enough consciousness to explain how he had come to be found, in soiled clothes not his own, incoherent on the streets. Instead, Poe spent his final days wavering between fits of delirium, gripped by visual hallucinations. The night before his death, according to his attending physician Dr. John J. Moran, Poe repeatedly called out for “Reynolds”—a figure who, to this day, remains a mystery.

Poe’s death—shrouded in mystery—seems ripped directly from the pages of one of his own works. He had spent years crafting a careful image of a man inspired by adventure and fascinated with enigmas—a poet, a detective, an author, a world traveler who fought in the Greek War of Independence and was held prisoner in Russia. But though his death certificate listed the cause of death as phrenitis, or swelling of the brain, the mysterious circumstances surrounding his death have led many to speculate about the true cause of Poe’s demise. “Maybe it’s fitting that since he invented the detective story,” says Chris Semtner, curator of the Poe Museum in Richmond, Virginia, “he left us with a real-life mystery.”

1. Beating

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I bought myself a new composition book . "If it bleeds it leads"!

I hope I can finish it soon!

"If it bleeds it leads"
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Read my bones

I've got a skeleton
inside of me
I have a closet
full of things I've seen

If we only relate
through Anatomy
 through DNA
  and Catastrophe

What happens to
this skeleton inside of me
When the closet door
is flung open
And it's society

Against Humanity
In the name of ski boats
     lake homes
          and greed

Bob Jenkens




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Early Febuary maybe May

I'm gonna start over
like I was just born this morning
A brand new day!
The sun is shinning
birds are singing
A 65 degree spring day
 A perfect day to learn to walk again
Freed from this cocoon I've been wrapped up in
 I'm gonna start over
When Blessings descend and flourish in warm sun rays
Take a deep breath
brush off my shoulders
reach for the sky
And rise to my feet
look straight ahead
It's a brand new day!



Bob Jenkens