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)
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Sunday, April 24, 2022
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The Write Way: confession (is poor catholic an oxymoron?)
Thursday, April 21, 2022
Debriefed at the pearly gates
Sunday, April 17, 2022
SHHHHHH!
I'm always saying something
Is anyone listening?
I don't say it out loud
I say it in a poem
Isn't that stupid?
Stupid of me
that I didn't start saying it sooner
this will be the beginning
Of the end of me.
Don't shut up and quit listening
someone needs to say something
"Funny" by my high school sweetheart Sue Ivey (Burton)
"Funny"
Funny how it seems
I'm left alone with all my dreams
and though my dreams are very few
"Funny"
how their all of you!
Sue Ivey
It's a small world. I rode shotgun in a 1969 Pontiac Lemans with my uncle Norman who was only eleven months older than me. David Hargrove who I'd known since kindergarten sat in the back on our trip to the mall. The "Westwood mall". as we walk about the mall, I notice a cute little blonde and nudge David "there's a cute girl". "That's my cousin" he says. really? it's a small world. As large as it may seem it was ironic, I met Sue Ivey almost by chance on a trip to the mall. I was only 15 and I couldn't imagine I'd know Sue for the rest of her life. Some 35 years. We were kids together and grew up together. I took her to my senior prom. Whenever I hear a def Leppard song, I immediately think of you Sue. They were the debut band the summer we met. God, I miss you. I remember when you wrote this poem for an assignment at school. You told me you wrote it for me. How stupid was I to think this is just some words? Now all grown up everything that happens to me is a poem. I'll always Love you Sue You're the only one who's ever written a poem for me,
Friday, April 15, 2022
Sunday, April 10, 2022
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
And we would have been eating kosher chicken
for the last supper
Bob Jenkens