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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Wednesday, January 28, 2026
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.
Friday, January 23, 2026
Pro Life
Which way is up
Which way is down
Which way is Heaven
Which way is hell
Is the world really round or
just flattened out and upside down
Maybe day time is night
And night time is day or
Any time is a "Life Time"
Who's to say
Bob Jenkens
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Thursday, January 15, 2026
Real time
If you scroll long enough you'll have contradiction.
AI analyzes your interest at exasperating speed's and then doubles down to make you see what you want to believe.
If we can fact check statistics on social media.
If we can put people in time out for bullying or unethical post than why isn't everything we see on line true? They need to make something that's certain, all bull stuff aside. IDK I'm a dumb roofer it's 2 AM I'm in bed and I find this on my mind. My composition book is in the kitchen and my phone is right here. Am I crazy or stupid? Stay tuned until next time...... Good night!

