A shower of rain

Tears are a shower of rain 

to prove that love is here 

tears are a sign of pain 

to show the love's sincere 

as I lie awake I try to sleep 

a soft moist tear rolls down my cheek 

I picture your eyes The beauty within 

the tears form a stream and drop for my chin

I'm trapped in a world of evil and sin 

a world where the weak are allowed to cry 

the feeling never leaves buts hidden inside 

I try to run I try to hide but it all comes back to drown me as if it were the tide 

The tide goes away the tears seem to fade 

I'm crying inside but the tears I must hide 

my eyes are like damns holding back all the water they open at night when your eyes are in sight 

for I know I don't fear you seeing my tears 

to some they show weakness to some they show pain to you they show love a gentle soft rain

Bob Jenkens 

I wrote this in prison, I was 19 my girlfriend was pregnant with my son Teddy. You can see her radiant glow even in this prison visiting room picture.

3-23-2026

SOS

 I honestly don't know what to do. I just realized that I'm sitting on the edge of my bed with my elbows on my knees. The palms of my hands are holding my head up by my eyeballs with my fingers across my forehead extending to the region I used to have hair.

The palms of my hands are holding my tears from streaking down my cheek. I'm holding my breath and I don't know why, what or where. 

Stupid thing is...... My English, grammar life in general is fucked up. It's also the shoe string that I hold on to for hope. I hope you can accept me for my mistakes and give me some credit for trying.

Honestly............

The Write Way: What if Putin's telling the truth? fake news real ...

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