Trapped in a world that I did not make
stuck with a life that I just can't take
we've turned tears into rivers lakes and then sees
I'm calling your name come rescue me please
why don't you come I know that you hear
My cry from the Sun needing you near
My cry seems to echo through mountains and trees
my river is still flow
Come rescue me please
I'm drowning in love helplessly free
come rescue me please from the oceans and seas
Bob Jenkens
The anxiety is immense! How do I start All over again? I'm tired!
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How long can people exist before they are free?
How many times can a Man turn his head and
pretend he doesn't see?
It's a long road ahead, I see the pain coming my way
Still I continue to walk down this road each and
every day
As I think it begins to rain
It's only part of the hurt and the pain
I wipe my mind clear and the rain disappears
For the rain isn't rain but actually my tears
I've cried in the day
I've cried into night
I've crawled and still cried
It's a long endless fight
I've hidden in shadows counting my tears
Looking through windows
that are more like mirrors
Bob Jenkens
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I'm glad I picked it up!
He said all this anxiety wasn't meant for me, everything is fine and will become clear for you and me to see. It's been right here to read/2016/07/no-shoes-no-shirt-no-service.html?
God's calling me
1-555-Go-d is calling me
It's probably about my auto warranty
1-555-Go-d
I've been waiting for this calling
I can't bring myself to answer it
Send it to voicemail when my mailbox is full
1-555-Go-d isn't on rotary dial
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Bob Jenkens
My anxiety has been bothering me immensely!
My first Christmas without my mother.
I've been pacing the floor walking in circles can't sit down and pick up a pencil to write.
What is wrong? I miss you Mom!
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If a bear shits in the woods and
no one is around to hear
Does it make a sound?
What kind of question is that?
Is Ukraine the new Middle East?
What's the difference
If there's nobody listening
Help Humanity
There's a crisis happening
Innocent people are in the middle of it
Bob Jenkens
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 capital
The beginning of the end for me
but then you'll see
what's right what's wrong
what's changed you're not the same.
Bob Jenkens
"If it bleeds it leads" Kindle direct sample read
I wasn't even going to go to Brooklyn to get groceries but I was pulling out of the Old country market and there was a 68-year-old woman thumbing it down us 12 13°. My car doesn't have heat in it but she was glad that I gave her a ride. She tried to give me $5 when I told her I had not even intended on coming this way.
She said her name was Vicky that she was a retired school teacher from onstead. We made small talk I asked if she could us a ride home as well? She said yes. I had been at the old country market to get a couple propane tanks filled but they were short handed and I wasn't able to get them filled.
I figured I'd take her home and then go trade one at the dollar mall. She had said that she lived Yoder's so while she was in the store I called them and they said that they fill tanks and are open until 10.
On the way to Yoder's Vicky asked me what I write.
I told her that I write poetry it's my short hand
"I can't write a story" she said she would like to hear something so I ripped ADHD doesn't spell anything on her so she can understand me a little. She tried to explain to me that c.o.d and COPD had nothing to do with each other...... Hmmm was she listening to me?
While the station attendant was filling the tanks I opened my book on my phone it's a Kindle direct sample read check it out while I put the tanks into the car.
After I get heading to her house she hand's my phone back and said I spelled fictitious wrong so she didn't read any farther. People won't read through mistakes she said. I told her that I have an app that won't let me spell wrong even when I try. Is snot funny?
Irene pool from the knights of Columbus in Brooklyn was also a school teacher and she said that same thing to me 15 years ago. Blessed be the poor
I don't know how to take things now.
Fictitious... people are going to read what they want and get nothing that the author even envisioned.
Think about it.... She was hitch hiking and it's 13 degrees and now she's criticizing me on the 10th word in the book. She told me that my dog's name Lacihte is spelled wrong. It's ethical backwards I told her.
She disagreed I ask you would Google steer me wrong?Take Google out with a bang
Bob Jenkens
You will find an outlook to your creative genius and accomplish great things!
Amen
Why doesn't my brain just fix my life?
Like my body does when I get cut or a cold
Why doesn't my brain fix everything?
It would
if it were a physical act it could tell my body to do
although it seems more of an act of breaks and sticks which I always get the short end of
Bob Jenkens
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 will see
what's right, what's wrong
what's changed you're not the same
Bob Jenkens
God bless Charlie Kirk it wasn't an assassination it was a crucifixion of biblical proportions a turning point for people to start believing the truth! The mainstream media is fictitious with the hidden agenda.
In Jesus Christ's name and for Charlie Kirk take me to the Capitol and crucify me too!
It wasn't that long ago, I don't know why I didn't start it right away.
Our homes were lit by oil lamps
I've been working on it in my head for years but on paper it just doesn't look the same
I go to the icebox to get something to eat why is it up to me to fix everything
The world's its own place not so discreet
But people continue to look the other way
Including myself
Let someone else be on the front page
The Lord works in mysterious ways I'm here
"Sorry I'm late"
Bob Jenkens
I'm dialed in
Don't hate on me for being emotional
I am a poet you know
lately I've resisted dumping lead
on an innocent piece of paper but this morning
I can't take it anymore
the universe is pulling on every follicle of
my human body
The hair of my arms standing on ends
pulling goose pumps from my skin
my frequencies have changed
"I'm dialed in"
Bob Jenkens
Everything is in God's plan let the revealing begin!
I heard the president say resort to cannibalism and poverty will go away!
Will import immigrant workers to work for minimum wage and when they want to raise will turn them into sage!
Will bake the National guard on a rack at 350° and will never bring them back to see their families
Will burn up social Security like a great big pile of leaves and we'll use our best technologies turning Ukrainians into gas to power our Mercedes or we're never going to last.
Bob Jenkens
Mr President where do you expect people to go?
I heard the president say "resort to cannibalism"
"It's the American way"
We'll eat the poor and poverty will go away
will import immigrant workers
to work for minimum wage
When they want to raise will blend them into sage
will bake the National guards on a rack at 350 degrees we'll never bring them back to feed their families
will burn up social Security,
Like a great big pile of leaves
Using our best technologies turning Iraqis into gas
To power our Mercedes or we're never going to last
Capitalism will cave to terrorism and the politicians will run away
Bob Jenkens
I was searching for the envelope My Mom gave me year's ago. It said "for when I'm gone" on it. I can't find it anywhere I seen it when I installed carpet in my bedroom.
Anyways I have found poems I forgot I wrote. Like this one I think 2008. I changed the title for this Post as you can see it's titled "the American way". A president can say anything it doesn't make it true just because it rhymes doesn't make it right. As the writer I reserve the right to change my stuff. It's in my disclaimer.
I wish I could see
Why someone would love me
Who I could be or might be
If I could only see through your eyes
I'd see me
"I love you too"
Bob Jenkens
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
Close my eyes and
watch the little TV God gave me
scene after scene of all of my hopes and
all of my dreams
Close your eyes and pray
Stays on air 24 hours a day
eternally begotten not made
Of the Father, The son and Holy Ghost
Reality TV is the life God gave me
His son for forgiveness for all of my sins
This little TV Jesus brings in gets the best reception
Amen!
Bob Jenkens
"Jesus would be rolling in his grave"
I hope you can somehow feel my emotions
in every piece I've written
That they translate into a comfort zone
knowing you're not alone
life can be a long road!
"I'm with you"
Bob Jenkens
My quietness is uncertainty
unsure if I should even speak
Am I wrong to believe
that there's hope for me
lately I've reserved the right to believe
it's too late for me
uncertain of any resolution
I hope God hears me
"pray"
Bob Jenkens
How long can people exist before they are free
How many times can a man turn his head and
pretend he doesn't see
it's a long road ahead I see the pain coming my way
still I walk down this road each and every day
as I think it begins to rain
it's only part of the hurt and the pain.
I wipe my mind clear and the rain disappears for the rain isn't rain but actually my tears
I've cried in the day, I've cried in to night,
I've crawled and still cried it's a long endless fight!
Bob Jenkens
Two faces inside my eyes
one who fights and one who cries
one who fights and always tries
one breaks down and begins to cry
I that fights tries to be strong telling my tears
"it won't be long"
I that cries is hidden inside
shivering cold and wanting to die
I've hidden in shadows and counted my tears
looking through windows that are more like mirrors
Bob Jenkens
My words flow across this piece of paper like an epidemic, pandemonium, a tsunami of Truth!
Bob Jenkens
I sometimes think...
it makes my day to see me struggle and
sometimes I wonder...
what if I didn't struggle what if I were rich?
I'd probably fall over dead
hypothesis...
the struggle is what I live for
sometimes I get up just to struggle some more
Bob Jenkens
I can't do anything write
I don't play write or screen test
I don't write the News or protest
When just surviving is hard enough to do
I don't right write
So I don't feel right
Bob Jenkens
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
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 an ink
I've bled every word I write
Bob Jenkens
"if it bleeds it leads" only 99 cents if I have any sense at all
The question now is where is safe?
The tragedy at Sandy Hook elementary school could leave doubt any where is safe. In fact if you look back at the year 2012 shooters targeted malls, villains targeted movie theatres.
Earth quakes, tsunami's even war has a little more understanding than these senseless killings.
We try and prepare for tornadoes or fires to save lives. We have students running drills. Understanding evacuation plans and procedures. The question isn't who's on first? Or what's on second? The question now is where is safe? Where is our security blanket? Shouldn't we feel that our professionals our Judges, Sheriffs, police, council members and government officials don't they have it all under control?
Have you been in a court building lately? They have guards and metal detectors at the door protecting their own security. Thursday March 13 the daily telegrams lead story "county ID policy stopped" it was stopped partly because three council members failed to show up for the vote. The telegram reports the biggest objection on the ID policy was from the prosecutors office over concern the badges could make their employees a target of violence. Their professionalism will lead to violence toward them? our public officials have their own security at interest. their own agenda. Weather it be a radicalized Citizen a disgruntled co worker or a crazy gamer what's the answer to the question?
The question now isn't who's on first or what's on second? The question now is where is safe?
Bob Jenkens
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My life was once so dark I couldn't even see
The pounding of my heart was all that seemed free
Then one day the strangest thing
a smile seem to appear
All the birds began to sing and
made the world seem clear
I wandered around until I reached the sea
where waves crashed upon the shore
There I seen you look at me and
found that smile was yours
Now I'm in another world and finally I can see
happiness does exist and a smile set me free
Bob Jenkens
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Why doesn't my brain just fix my life?
like my body does when I get cut or a cold
why doesn't my brain fix everything?
it would
if it were a physical act it could tell my body to do
Although it seems more of an act of breaks and sticks
which I always get the short end of
Bob Jenkens
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
Quarantine the freedom of speech
"if it bleeds it leads" kindle Direct publishing
An AI scan of court documents reveals
The truth has been upheld artificial-is-just-that.html?m=1
holding poor people accountable
to pay the salaries of the liars themselves
it's strong armed robbery requiring an AI revolution
It's not us against them
It's Artificial intelligence for us just us.
With Justice and Liberty for all
Bob Jenkens
For all those who are taking a knee
I think we should go to court together
Invite Colleen Kapernic to hand out
Seopena and Gatorade to the homeless
Fill the Court room with honest News media
Or just use the vestibule
It doesn't matter if the judge is here today
We're going live on YouTube.
We're the only ones held accountable
to the rule of law.
So tuck in your Spiderman shirt
And spit out your chew
It's not the National Anthem but when
The bailiff says "All rise" we'll take our knee
Don't forget about your bail money..
Bob Jenkens
I was bitten by a spider today, right on my knee it feels like somebody's got a drill drilling a hole right into my knee. Anyway it got me thinking about my poetic Justice poem and I started to take a picture of the spider bite and share the poem but I ended up writing a different poem well I wrote about my inspirational spider bite, if it keeps swelling up I'm going to have to go seek medical help I'm done working on myself now.
My words flow across this piece of paper
like an epidemic, pandemonium, a tsunami of Truth!
Bob Jenkens
"if it bleeds it leads" kindle Direct sample read
Out with the old
in with the new
The new Donald Trump
New and improved
News derives on a need to know basis
with no news accountable to
The rule of law by federal rules
liable slander, accountability for the news
out with the old and in with the new
Bob Jenkens
The Russians are coming the Russians are coming
To see or not to see Across the seas
That is the question
To believe honestly
That is the dimension
The geometrics of humanity Humanity (believe you me)
To be or not to be that's today's lesson
Bob Jenkens
I'm being held hostage
Against my own fear of last hopes
Please leave the girl of my dreams
In a small piece of clothing
On top of a bare skin rug, in front of a crackling fire
In a cabin somewhere far from civilization
Bob Jenkens
Cinderella pumpkin story
I'll give my heart to the world
But first please let me taste success
So my heart knows
what it's like to live
Bob Jenkens
Food stamps and public assistance
Today I thought yesterday was gone
when it was tomorrow I couldn't see
Tomorrow I hope isn't as long as I thought
yesterday could be
yesterday today was tomorrow and tomorrow
is no different from yesterday
still what is today anyway and
tomorrow won't be gone?
Bob Jenkens
I'd like to portray to you that I'm an accomplished author, I'd be deceiving you. I have books published at Kindle Direct publishing but the truth is I'm just a dumb. I write to appease my own little mind. I don't know what's wrong with me lately but I've been having a hard time. life in general. ADHD doesn't spell anything
This morning is June 2nd 2025 10:32 right now I'm a grown man in tears because my mom passed away this morning. Hidden from reality is the poem that I wrote my mom when I was in prison. Mom came to visit me, brought my son Teddy to see me, wrote me letters religiously. When I wrote this poem for her I was waiting for a visit at camp Waterloo in Michigan. Tom Petty's free falling was playing on my Sony Walkman radio as I walked the prison yard. It was a foggy morning you could not even see the double Constantine fence with loud speakers, lock down sirens and lights on it from the center of the prison yard. I always carried something to write on and as I walked the yard and thought how all this will be over someday and how good my mom has been to me. What would I have done with out her? I always wanted to leave with her it was no place to be. Suddenly I hear Clark 623 report to the control center your visit is here. I took the poem to my mom to read. I wrote this about you this morning. After she read it, she looks at me and says "how is this about me"? I responded
"you're the fog mom, I love you"!
Today it's all foggy
it's what you might say is a limited sight distance
I can barely see the ground as I walk
with my head hanging down
I've been in prison for it seems to be all eternity
Tom Petty's free falling is playing on the radio but
all I see is cold brick walls and Constantine
I walk into the center of the yard and
like the world I turn on an imaginary access
nothing is all I can see the fog is so thick
has it set me free
I'm not really here I'm floating in a cloud
I'm thinking to myself but it's so quiet I see loud
Throughout all this time I've been through a lot
If only the fog would stay in this spot
It's almost over if only you would stay
let me see the stars at night but hide me from the day!
I love you Mom! You have been waiting to see your Mom again since 1973 I know you're in your glory right now God bless you!
Bob Jenkens
To the end we always fight
for better life we know is right
if the battles lost, we must retreat
It's just a battle not defeat
Heal our minds and change our signs
At any cost we can't feel lost
They will feel safe let their guards down
Then we'll come out from underground
To see the end we can't stay down
get back up to the battleground
Bob Jenkens
I watch tick tock I watch reels I watch YouTube videos I'm easily deceived by what I see I guess. It stems from my own character if I say it you could bet on it or show me different.
I'm confused between real super natural and life in general. People need to slow this train down before are tickets go to mars.
I think we need to get our radio back a.m. FM ham radio our communication needs to improve not through automation not through some new frequencies people can charge more money for.
A radio like the one The waltons had that the family sat around at night conversed about the topics. With all the advancements in communications we've lost something! Local radio holds local voted Representatives accountable with no accountability what do you have?
Just Bob today
5-26-2025
Have you ever seen a real dinosaur or extracted
a secret so revealing that it destroys reality
I know a dinosaur named Larry, no wait
Larry was a cucumber who had a bunch of
vegetable friends
As long as it's in video you people are buying it
I have some cheese to sell
It's authentic sharp cheddar from the Moon and back
Bob Jenkens
My quietness is uncertainty
Unsure if I should even speak
Am I wrong to believe that there's hope for me?
lately I've reserved the right to believe
it's too late for me
Un certain of any resolution
I hope God hears me
"pray"
Bob Jenkens
Don't you know it's time, time to rock and roll
don't you know that's how it goes
that's how we live our lives
kill them all with our homemade knives
that's how it's got to be
get them all before they get me
watch your back from the attack
Don't close your eyes there's no time to sleep
watch your back from attack
dry your eyes there's no time to weep
when it's over only the Strong survive
the ones who know will be left alive
it's not suicide but do or die
Bob Jenkens
