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, September 11, 2016
The Write Way: 911
The Write Way: 911: 911 There’s 9:11 am And 9:11 pm There’s September 11 th 2001 We refer to it as nin...
poison sumac
turns red at the first hint of fall..
it's when I start to stall
my summer
because my cheeks Rosie with coldness
I don't relish the thought.
(poison showers crying antidotes)
Bob Jenkens
Afterwards the trees start to change...
Trees are amazing living through are brutal winters....the link to "winters here" Next
http://fbgfgc.blogspot.com/2016/04/winters-here.html
it's when I start to stall
my summer
because my cheeks Rosie with coldness
I don't relish the thought.
(poison showers crying antidotes)
Bob Jenkens
Afterwards the trees start to change...
Trees are amazing living through are brutal winters....the link to "winters here" Next
http://fbgfgc.blogspot.com/2016/04/winters-here.html
Saturday, September 3, 2016
Thursday, September 1, 2016
ill
This morning I worried
Before I even opened my eyes
Worry woke me up
I feel relieved
To slide this pen
Across this paper
With irregular breathing
Emptying my mind
Bob Jenkens
it-dosen pay to be homeless less than minimum wage .html?m=1
til-death-do-us-part.html
Before I even opened my eyes
Worry woke me up
I feel relieved
To slide this pen
Across this paper
With irregular breathing
Emptying my mind
Bob Jenkens
it-dosen pay to be homeless less than minimum wage .html?m=1
til-death-do-us-part.html
Saturday, August 27, 2016
Job related stress
I sometimes wish I were in a battle
With loud banging gunfire around me
Fighting with all my heart for some purpose to expose and save my life.
Explosions echoing through tree's and over hills wanting to attack
The action
Seems to be in the next gorge
Ravishing through thick brush and then belly down sliding down the gorge
To find empty shells
And again
Echoing gunfire from over the hills
Only louder this time
My heart pounds to the consistent banging
Bang bang bang
Sitting up in pure sweat
Clutching the alarm clock in both hands
No use for the snooze button today
Its back to the battle!
Bob Jenkens
I wrote this while I was working for mix 102.5 as a program director and morning show host.
now I'm working as a builder. this is a poem about missing my destiny. My purpose is not to be quiet. I write about my struggles in everyday life. share my struggles if you can relate to what I write.
watch the video..... the houses are jobs I've done by myself . First is my ketchup poem then job related stress. I spent seventeen hours doing just the audio. Every gunshot noise is placed in the piece. all the voices are mine as well.
it wouldn't load my video because it says it's the wrong format. it did let me load this and it has the job related stress poem in it. please share. thank you!
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With loud banging gunfire around me
Fighting with all my heart for some purpose to expose and save my life.
Explosions echoing through tree's and over hills wanting to attack
The action
Seems to be in the next gorge
Ravishing through thick brush and then belly down sliding down the gorge
To find empty shells
And again
Echoing gunfire from over the hills
Only louder this time
My heart pounds to the consistent banging
Bang bang bang
Sitting up in pure sweat
Clutching the alarm clock in both hands
No use for the snooze button today
Its back to the battle!
Bob Jenkens
I wrote this while I was working for mix 102.5 as a program director and morning show host.
now I'm working as a builder. this is a poem about missing my destiny. My purpose is not to be quiet. I write about my struggles in everyday life. share my struggles if you can relate to what I write.
it wouldn't load my video because it says it's the wrong format. it did let me load this and it has the job related stress poem in it. please share. thank you!
computer-friendly-its-hard-drive-like.html
my-disclaimer.html
Wednesday, August 24, 2016
My last dollar
Every week I spend my last dollar
Living week to weak
Never giving up.
I'm not lazy
I roof houses by myself
I'm Waiting
for my lucky break?
Not to be broke
I'm still waiting for something good to catch up to me!
Struggling writer
I sometimes think it makes their 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
it-could-happen.html
Living week to weak
Never giving up.
I'm not lazy
I roof houses by myself
I'm Waiting
for my lucky break?
Not to be broke
I'm still waiting for something good to catch up to me!
Struggling writer
I sometimes think it makes their 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
it-could-happen.html
Monday, August 22, 2016
Thank you for following. Now come on lets go!
I haven't posted recently because I had no minutes on my phone.
Even while I wasn't posting I still got hits from India, China, Poland, Italy, Russia, Canada, Mexico, Portugal,
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To the end we'll always fight
For better life we know is write
If the battles lost we must retreat
It's just a battle
Not defeat.
Heal our minds and change or signs
At any cost we can't feel lost
They will feel safe
Let their guards down
Then we'll come up
From underground
To see the end we can't stay down
Get back up to the battle ground!
Even while I wasn't posting I still got hits from India, China, Poland, Italy, Russia, Canada, Mexico, Portugal,
Ireland, France and Germany you guys rock! Thank you! Share me too! God rules.
To the end we'll always fight
For better life we know is write
If the battles lost we must retreat
It's just a battle
Not defeat.
Heal our minds and change or signs
At any cost we can't feel lost
They will feel safe
Let their guards down
Then we'll come up
From underground
To see the end we can't stay down
Get back up to the battle ground!
Sunday, August 7, 2016
The Write Way: What colors Humanity? black and white
The Write Way: What colors Humanity? black and white: Mr. Sparky wags I’m not gay but I Love this dude. And he’s not gay either but I’m sure he loves me too. Sometimes I love to watch...
Saturday, August 6, 2016
Schwwwww
Today I felt..
I had to sigh...
then I knelt and began to cry!
I tried to fight it
and did not win
I had to sit
and cry again
I've hidden in shadows
and counted my tears
looking through windows
that are more like mirrors!
Bob Jenkens
I had to sigh...
then I knelt and began to cry!
I tried to fight it
and did not win
I had to sit
and cry again
I've hidden in shadows
and counted my tears
looking through windows
that are more like mirrors!
Bob Jenkens
Sunday, July 31, 2016
The Daily telegram was blank?
I know no news is good news but if your Sunday paper came blank with only a header and a date would you think it was good? Sarasota deputys arrested in attempted murder investigation.911.html?m=1
Or would you feel misinformed? Police shouldn't be policing police... Our justice system is just us....
Or would you feel misinformed? Police shouldn't be policing police... Our justice system is just us....
Thursday, July 28, 2016
I'm not gay but I love this dude!
Mr. Sparky wags
I’m not gay
but I Love
this dude.
And he’s not
gay either
but I’m sure he loves me too.
Sometimes I
love to watch him rest.
I wonder
when his feet
Start to twitch…..
Are we
chasing a rabbit in his sleep?
It makes me
secure….
When I’m asleep
To know he’s
there…
Watching me twitch…
And wondering if I’m throwing him a stick.
Bob Jenkensves
Sparky waggs is my good best friend! He's been with me for fourteen years. He loves to go to work with me. I examine him like myself aging in a mirror. I see on his black ears he has white spots coming in as my nose hairs turn gray we've come along way Mr Sparky waggs. I hate to think I should ever have to live without him. I wish I could do better for him but he seems to be happy in this old truck.
Sparky waggs is my good best friend! He's been with me for fourteen years. He loves to go to work with me. I examine him like myself aging in a mirror. I see on his black ears he has white spots coming in as my nose hairs turn gray we've come along way Mr Sparky waggs. I hate to think I should ever have to live without him. I wish I could do better for him but he seems to be happy in this old truck.

Marilyn J. Mosby, the state’s attorney for Baltimore, on Wednesday at a news conference attended by Freddie Gray’s father, in cap. She announced she was dropping charges against the three officers still awaiting trial.CreditSteve Ruark/Associated Press
I think https:///What-colors-Humanity-Bob-Jenkens-ebook/dp/B00SVZ950W/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8#nav-subnavPolice Policing Police is where we need some whistle blowers to stand up and admit our judicial system is failing....
I'm hear to tell you it's not just black men being subjected to mis representation it's a poor people thing. It's no secret if you can afford a paid lawyer your out come will be much better than if you went in with court appointed representation.
what colors humanity? it's green like money I say. " I was born a poor black child" just like Steve Martian in the jerk. http://fbgfgc.blogspot.com/2014/02/the-jerk-do-you-remember-you-mean-im.html
I don't know why I feel I have an obligation to share with people my story. I love my dog mr sparky waggs! he's the best! I'm a dumb roofer sparky has been coming to work with me for fourteen years. He doesn't do anything. He knows when it's lunch and when it's time to come home. He understand plain English and i talk to him like a person. He's the best! He inspired me to write a silly little poem about him and our story with lenawee c/2015/06/it-dont-pay-to-be-homeless-less-than.html
My daughter Zoe Blyss and I were making to book be a project we would go to the library to work on.. since I had no place to live.
Zoe lives with her mom Sarah. It was January 27 last year when me and Zoe sat down with a hand selected stack of my poems. some of them were inspired by our judicial system. the description i wrote for the book was right off the top of my head.. I had already decided my cover page and title. Description I thought....
What
colors racism
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Is
it red
written or something someone says. Is it gray instead of green. Just
so no one listens to the colors
it blue, red, black or gray. I
can picture It but still can’t say. If it’s green or if it’s gray. Humanity
can you see what it looks like? Show me yours and I’ll show you mine.
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Tuesday, July 26, 2016
The Write Way: What would Jesus do? If he were sitting next to y...
The Write Way: What would Jesus do? If he were sitting next to y...: 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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