Ransom

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 bear skin rug
In front of a crackling fire
In a cabin somewhere
Far from civilization




P.s not a real bear skin rug
That's cruel.

Bob Jenkens

I've always told myself if the end of the world seemed eminent. I would just go hide out with a woman and die with a smile on my face. Back to work tomorrow.

Epstein couldn't have killed his self

I walked into the bathroom and immediately noticed feet sticking out from under the stall.
 I knew who it was by his shoes. Should I hurry and leave? Why is he on the floor? I don't see any blood. I looked around and this might be as empty as I've seen the unit. This was my third day here.
I used my thumb nail to turn the thing on the stall door.
I opened the door cautiously. what the hell he has a garbage bag over his head. I rip the bag off his head in reaction time.  Blue eyes are starring at the ceiling not even blinking. He's got his mouth and nose packed full of toilet paper. Wow he must have came in here and tried to kill his self when they called "chow".
I didn't want to touch him. In quarantine they tested us inspected us and told us story's.... Aids, hepatitis.
  It doesn't look like he's breathing.  Am I supposed to just ignore this? Like I said it's my third day here. On my first day I seen a stabbing while waiting for"chow".
  I acted as non shalont as I could so other inmates wouldn't notice. The c/o on duty had the same last name as me.
"Did you do your rounds yet?" I asked him.
"I was gonna let next shift get them" c/o Clark replied.
"Well their gonna freak out when they find a dead guy in the bathroom" I said to him. He laughed at first then his face changed to panic when he realized I was serious.........

  That was 33 years ago I remember more vividly then I'd like. It gives me a theory on Epstein.  Epstein didn't kill his self you can't even kill yourself in prison. I watched them put that inmate on a gurdy and then shackle him up unconscious. I'm talking handcuffs, belly chains and ankle bracelets before they took him from the prison. They even drove the ambulance into the Sally port and searched under it with miorrs to make sure there wasn't an inmate trying to escape by sticking his self to a hot muffler.
  I don't remember his name... His girlfriend friend had left him so he decided life wasn't worth living. The prison saved his bed for him. They took his sheets off his plastic roll up mattress put his chair on his bed.
Nursed him back to health and brought him back.
Of course now he was so medicated you couldn't talk to him. He couldn't defend his self  he's an easy target for all the prison villains. Maybe I shouldn't have opened that stall that day.
I'm here to say Epstein did not kill his self!


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 I wrote this poem"hidden from reality" while I was incarcerated. I paced the yard on a foggy morning waiting for the PA to blow out my prison number because I had a visit.

 I always had something to write on and while I walked the yard I wrote it. I took it out on my visit and I showed it to my mom. "I wrote a poem about you" she read it and asked me "how's this about me"? "Your the fog mom".

I don't know how I could have done this without you I love you.

Quarantine the freedom speech

 My words flow across this piece of paper like

 an epidemic, Pandamonium A tsunami of truth

Bob Jenkens

No signal

You know how
In video
When there's a malfunction
And all those
Little Square pieces
Try to form a picture?
That's how I feel.
No meme intended.

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I wish

I wish I could run away and hide
And only show myself when I write
Under a rock
Or from the mountain side
I wish I may
I wish I might
have the wish
I dream tonight

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 corn dog stick
Divides our lives
 But we can't see
From you to me
Because it's not written
In black and white?


Bob jenkens

You can't win for losing......

It's something my dad use to say
I called him out on it once
You know that don't make sense
What does it mean?
You're too young he said
Some day it will make sense.

You can't win for losing
You're right dad
I see it now
But you know what's weird?
It gives me this immense desire
To publish a book 📖
How's a book going to help?
God works in mysterious ways.
You can't win for not trying
Just saying....
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When it rains it pours
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Exactly

I don't have two nickels
To rub together ❤
Two sticks to start a fire 🔥
A fire to cauterize
My bleeding heart

Wooden nickels
And paper trails
I don't have anything...
But a bunch of puppies...

Don't ask don't tell

I met Amber at church. She was 26 and I was 40 something. I know I didn't want her to know where I lived or my age.
She didn't seam to mind I lived in a trailer park when she found out. I don't look my age if she asks what will I say? I was prepared to lie. Shave off ten years.

 I would hate to give her a reason not to like me. She is absolutely beautiful!
Dislike me because I'm older? Ok I am.
Dislike me because I'm a liar? I'm not.
Amber never ask my age like it doesn't matter.
I am who I am.
People are going to say alot Amber....
And you'll hear lots of who I am
I am the man you think I am
I love you 💋 xoxoxoxo!

Amber found out my age in 2017 when she did my taxes. I didn't even remember that I used to worry about telling her my age. (If she should ask).
 She looked at my papers
Then looked back at me. "Your only 3 years younger than my dad".
 I love you Amber!
Can we put my past to don't ask don't tell?
I'll come out of this shell.
You'll see
What I've been hiding from
And what you mean to me.

💋xoxoxoxo

A shower of rain

I mixed 4 of my poem's with 2 Smashing pumpkins songs.

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Puppies, puppies. puppies everyone loves puppies

Puppy breaths the best
they can't bottle it
or duplicate it
and it's shit
we let them lick our nose
and slobber our ears
puppies become companions
for years and years..

Sparky wags is my good best friend. He runs off to make puppies I guess.
19 years old but I've never gotten a sparky puppy, We have been trough so much together!/what-colors-humanity-black-and-white.html
He's an old dog now so I leave him home but I use to take him to work everyday. (he's on the cover of my kindle direct book "what colors humanity".) What-colors-Humanity-Bob-Jenkens-ebook
I didn't have to chain him up he always stayed where he could see me like he was watching me.
  He moved in a female pit bull named Harley Quinn she's a brown silver pit as gentle as any dog I've had. Twice I thought we were getting puppies but I guess they were fake pregnancies.
 Sparky had a stroke in October, I thought I was going to lose him. He pulled through thank God!
I Love my Sparky wag's! Sparky pulled through big when Harley went into heat this time!
Obviously he pushed instead of pulled because we got 12 puppies. It was a lot on Harley after she delivered seven or eight she was out of push. I was careful to wiggle the puppies side to side and they kept coming out. I would give them to her and she would do her mother thing. After ten of them she seemed to be done. I reluctantly went to go to work and my truck wouldn't start. I tried everything to start it until my battery was dead than I gave up and came back in the house. I let Harley out and I seen when she squatted to pee a puppy was falling out. (Number eleven) she wasn't going to do nothing with it. It was still born and she knew it. It was on the ground in a disgusting sack of fluids. I can see through it and I could see the resemblance to Sparky. OmG this is my Sparky puppy! I pulled the sack from around the puppies mouth. I seen it was a boy and I held it so Harley could lick it. His life less little body just flung around with every lick she put on him. Oh man this puppy is dead.
 I cleared out his mouth and I blew in his nose. I felt his chest blow up with my breath and it took three little squeezes to blow the air back out. And I continued. Than what do you know still outside in the yard he comes number twelve. He lay on the ground in a sack and I could see him move. He looks like Sparky too.  I started tearing the sack open still holding number eleven and then Harley started cleaning him up.  I went back to work on number eleven.
Mouth to nose with little puppy dog chest compression's. The puppy got to where he would breathe in but not exhale. I felt and heard the air come from him as I would squeeze him three times.
I bet I worked on this puppy for a half an hour. Harley would leave number twelve to come see what I was doing. I would hold the puppy so she could lick it.
 Well we did it. number eleven started wining and trying to suck on my pinkey finger.
Puppies, puppies, puppies I have twelve. Sparky puppies Silver, blue, gray and white, brown,.tan, brindle and black and white beautiful puppies some have blue eyes.  I hate to get rid of any of them.
People need companions too.  I can't keep them all to myself. Number eleven and twelve have history with me and Sparky's color so I'm keeping them. Sparky is going to be such a good daddy, I have pit bull Sparky wags puppies. I took them to the vets last week and got their first round of shots.

.That.s Gavin holding the puppies. He's on the cover of my kindle book "will write for food".Will-Write-Food-Bob-Jenkens-ebook

It takes 1 to no one! Heroin addicts

 She can't be right
Can read and write
But don't think right
It's not a disease
It's an addiction

Don't stereotype
me
I'm not with her!

I think they should tattoo heroin addict on their forehead! They look just like anyone else. A Tattoo let's a guy know this woman is no good stay away.
I relapsed myself today, I'm on a roof again. Relapse is part of recovery.

But you can bet your ass there ain't no addicts on this roof. Just one dumb poet. But I love to roof a house all by myself. I better get back to it.
 Stick a fork in it.