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The Write Way: What if Putin's telling the truth? fake news real ...: what would Jesus do ? if he were sitting next to you watching the news 32 channels reading the same three stories  catered like we can.

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When archeologist start over

 When you get to really digging 

I'm talking turning over rocks 

To self investigate the life this poet's been living.

These are more than just thoughts 

of a parent doing the dishes 

Pretend you're discovering a new civilization 

Before it disappears 

Live and let live 

Love you 

Most importantly 

Get right with God!

Sorry I'm late

Bob Jenkens 

The Cannibalistic way

 I heard the President say...

"We'll eat the poor and poverty will go away"

We'll import imigrant worker's 

To work for minimum wage and 

When they want a raise we'll blend them 

Into sage 

We'll bake the national gaurd on a rack 

at 350 degrees and never bring them back to 

See their families 

We'll use our best technology turning Iraqis into 

gas to power out Mercedes or we're never going to last.

Bob Jenkens 

I wrote this during the Bush administration, I find it offensive. It's a dumb poem, I posted it because this current president could slow down his anxiousness.

I'm just a dumb roofer would some smart people agree with me?

My disclaimer

Poor people for breakfast 

The politicians

 As the politicians Converse our people disperse

 it's all just madness 

In given despair we all prepare though we 

act unaware we just give them a stare 

They'll do what they want and take what they want

 with our eyes glazed over we look to our lives

For a moment life is good 

then here's life with all reality and life is bad 

but I can take the bad when it weighs out 

with the good only bad is so often and heavy 

That's not good!

In given despair we all prepare 

and want what they take 

welcome to the United States! 

Bob Jenkens 

"Quarantine the freedom of speech"

 My words flow 

Across this piece of paper 

Like an epidemic 

Pandemonium 

A tsunami of truth 

Bob Jenkens 

"Calvary"

 What's right 

What's wrong 

What's changed or not the same?

Why do I feel 

I need to kill 

Hang myself on a cross at the Capitol 

The beginning of the end for me 

But then you'll see

What's right, what's wrong 

What's changed or not the same 

Bob Jenkens 

"Free Samples" 

"Elliptical"

 I'm not a bad ass 

Maybe a bad apple but

not to be mistaken for a rotten apple 

Over ripened and unable to roll

to far from the tree 

Theoretically, poetically but not too be 

mistaken politically 

A bad apple like the one that ruined 

Adam and Eve 

It wasn't the serpent 

the apple, the tree

Not even Eve 

It was God's own destiny 

It is how it had to be!

Bob Jenkens 

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"Ketchup" 

Jesus would be rolling in his grave

I wish I would have been there when Jesus was betrayed (by Judas)

Simon Peter's stroke would have meant "go" and the story would have changed.

  The Holy Bible written a different way.

I know he ascended into Heaven and arose on the third day, for if he didn't Jesus would be rolling in his grave.

Why couldn't the disciples fight? 

It's what they've taken from us today.

In his name "in God we trust"

Justice or just us?

When Simon Peter dropped his sword

I would have gone to war for Jesus.

The story would have changed 

No cock crowing, No last supper

It's a kosher BBQ 

Bob Jenkens 

hero-my-judicial-review 

  

"Believe you me" Humanity

 Do you perceive we've always believed in hatred 

Like it was in our Genes? Handed down 

I've seen us love one another 

when destruction rains down, during life's tragedies Differences in what we believe can't be seen and in an instant become set aside humanity is alive. 

Quite simply put people need to believe whatever they need to live in peace with themselves! To save this planet from our own selfish greed, no hate in believing peace could be believing in you and believing in me! 

A letter from Scott to the rest of the world 

Bob Jenkens 

I found the original and I don't believe I edited the beginning out. Authenticity is back in.

Cinderella pumpkin story

 A Cinderella pumpkin story with no glass slipper  A sky with a million stars and no Big Dipper. A moon that lights the sky and no first start to wish on. A pumpkin carriage ride and no girl to kiss on reckless as It seems streaking across the sky smashing all my dreams on a pumpkin carriage ride. Wish on me while I burn in your face. Kiss on me and try to learn to swallow and not taste. More like a comment than a shooting star I wonder how long it takes to forget who you are happy Valentine's Day!

Bob Jenkens 

Early February maybe May

 I'm going to start over 

like I was just born this morning a brand new day 

The sun is shining birds are singing a 65° spring day 

A perfect day to learn to walk again 

freed from this cocoon I've been wrapped up in 

I'm m going to start over when blessings descend  

and flourish and 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 

            "Early February maybe May"

Bob Jenkens 

Pro Life

Ketchup

My battery went dead before i got to tell mrs foster "I'm Sorry"! I've never been hauled to the office so fast. Again "I'm sorry". My mind can not do Algebra. Forest Gump may well have been the luckiest person. I'm not stupid. I have however made some poor choices in life.  My bucket list consist of things i'd like to write before I die. I'm not dying that I know about. But I do have a compilation of poetry I've written. I'm a Poem hoarder. This is gonna sound crazy but I exspect someday to be recognized for somwething i've written. I mean like fame you can't hide from. People will wonder why I waited. Or why I exspect to have fame then die? It's because I got to choose in the second grade??
I don't know? I remember my teacher was mrs Powers. I remember we had square pices of carpet strung around on the floor. the windows face North lake road and the kickball field that had a big rock for second base. I remember being given some choices.  being poor and healthy?
or being un healthy and rich.  you get to live long and un healthy. or short and healthy.
 I crawled out from under a rock last week. I'm sorry! I've been gone.
This poem "Early February maybe May" Is loaded with my will write for food kindle book. the kindle books will let you review the first two poems of each book.