is the Middle east coming to Dearborn?

 I find myself at a loss today

how did things get this way?

better yet where are things going?

to the left? 

 write

who's left?

right

 It feels like the whole world is marching

left right left right left right left

at the tune of a mislead majority

remember you can tune a piano

but you can't tune a fish.

Bob Jenkens

Is Ukraine the new Middle East? 

This potential conflict in Dearborn Michigan has been generated largely by social media, last time I looked you couldn't find Jesus social media Page. When Peter Simon drew his sword defending Jesus Jesus said "no more of this". He healed Malchus's ear even though he was going to arrest Jesus. This has 2 major conclusions 1) Jesus kingdom does not advance through violent rebellion. 2) Jesus Devine compassion extends even to those who came to arrest him. 

The Muslim March in August had nothing to do with Jesus or hate for America!

Social media has innocent people in the middle of potential war and why?

Jesus said "fight not with swords but with truth and faith" with those words back up and ask questions.

Pray for God's will!

my words of encouragement don't believe anything you hear and half of what you see.

 Muslim March in Dearborn  

"A New York times bestseller "

 I woke up splattered all over the front page 

of the Washington Post today 

The paparazzi posting pictures 

Of the shoes I wore the night before 

I woke up the story had changed 

The front page is the last page 

The headlines are blank

The date is right 

But the comics are no joke 

My blood is dripping 

From the crease in the page

Splattered all over your ankles 

I washed out between the pages 

Of somebody's post today 

Bob Jenkens 

Sorry I'm late 

"Autopsy of a poet"

 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 no this is how I read 

scribbled out, crossed out, left out this is my autopsy in pencil and ink 

I've bled every word I write!

Someone call 911! Canada is on fire!

 All of my senses are dissipating 

Some would argue I have no sense at all 

Maybe it's artificial intelligence I don't know 

Donald Trump is showing us where his priorities are wage in the war in the straits of Hormuz 

And right next door the Canadian wilderness is on fire millions of Americans are being impacted by poor air quality and this morning I thought my eyes were getting bad until I went out the door and smelt the burnt wilderness and realized it's forest fire smoke it's not Haze. 

 Sure my sense of taste has began to dissipate, my sense of touch has grown to a hurt, I'm not crying about it I'm just saying as I've gotten older my senses have changed. I think Donald Trump should put on his forest fire fighting gear and extinguishe the burning Canadian forest fire. 

 Maybe it makes no sense I'm just a dumb roofer / poet dude I don't have any stocks in oil but I can barely see where Donald Trump and his priorities are at. 

Debriefed at the pearly Gates 

6-27-2026 the self proclaimed most famous

#1 Roofer in the world like Michael D'Angelo A roofer in Rome 

I started roofing this house Thursday 

This month a lot of people are opening my blog.

Today at lunch I thought about how I haven't written on my lunch break like I used to do.  I just got passed by a butterfly

I roof all morning with some thought in my head.

At lunch I would go to a restaurant sit down for lunch and log on to write in an hour and back to the roof.A chauffeur ride to DeWitt

I was thinking today as I scroll down a list of blogs dating back to when I started blogging I've never seen it like this I can see exactly where they're reading me thank you! 

Pencil whipped

 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 nothing 

But a pencil!

 A little more than a popsicle stick divides 

Our lives but we can't see from you to me 

Because it's not written in black and white!

Bob Jenkens 

Calvary

Autopsy of a poet

 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 bleed every word I write 

Bob Jenkens 

Poetic Justice

5-20-2026 I had a moment with a butterfly

Look who came to see me today.

 

She had something to say 

Or just make me think....

Year's ago I wrote about life moving really slow

When I had two monarch butterflies pass me 

In two days I just got past by a butterfly 

 It really makes me stop to think 

Lately the months have been flying by and life seems like it's running out Winter's here

 I felt like I wasn't going to live long enough to see the trees green again 

This butterfly says different it's spring 

not just spring It's May!  Early February maybe May  

She wouldn't get off my finger so I brought her into the house until it warmed up. Than I took her back outside to freedom.

Time to bust out of my cocoon!

Smoke'm if you got'm

 I was just a bud 

Now a flower 

From a seed 

It went from lust to love 

Then turned sour and grew weed 

Still in the breeze 

Bob Jenkens 

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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