Kenneth R. Jenkins poet

SOUL OF THE POET 4

Free

I took flight to my Heavenly home
No more tears for me to shed.
And it's in Heaven I shall roam,
When it's all been said---
I'm free yes I am free.

Say goodbye to my family friends for me,
Because I am going to a better place.
No more worries and problems you see,
Because it's in Jesus I'll see face to face---
I'm free yes I am free.

The worries of this world will be less,
And all that was expected of me.
Because where I'm going I'll be blessed
Yes blessed and I'll be free.

Bye bye world no more to be said,
My Savior's taking me home
No more tears yet to be shed
And Heaven is where I'll surely roam
Because I am yes I shall be free.
21 Feb. 2012

Poem: double standards

Get your knee off my neck....

And while you doing injustice
While not breathing and in a wreck
Where justice is not for us
Never for us but for those
Who are not like me?
Or too blind to see
They got their knee on my neck.

While taking our air 
From our bodies because you don’t really care
Because you’re not like me
Or you just only see
A black man in a hood
Thinking he’s up to no good
So, you stop him and throw him down
On the ground
You holler at me then press
Your knee hard body strong and yes
You killed me softly
Not with a song but murdered you see.

Setting us back 500 years
With the sweat and tears
Going down the drain
And all there remains
Another dead nigger one more time.
Another one dying
While mothers are crying
And fathers' hearts turn to stone
And grandparents sitting all alone
Thinking about and asking why?
The man who supposed to be a leader
Is like a man with a white hood the beaten
The pain master, war maker trouble man
Excusing violence where we stand
While like Nero watching the city burn
No expression, no feeling and his back turned.
Eyes blinded with no cares at all
Watching the city fall.
Will this end?
Or just pretend
Nothing matters at all
While our nation falls
 While our nation falls.... 
12 June 2020

When Alicia Sings the Blue

To Alicia Keys

Songbird---

Sing your song

On your ivory of white

Blended in with those black keys

Yes, those keys in “C”

The keys of life that’s not minor

But a major or two of love

As it comes from your finger tips

Blowing my mind…

You’re blowing my mind!

You sing sweetly 2 me

As if you are singing 2 me

As if it’s only you and I are alone

In a room with just you and your white piano.

Stroking each key

Gentle and sweetly

Like poetry in motion

And that’s just fine by me

As you sing

Singing to me.

I don’t won’t body else

To sing your song

Nobody but you!

Feel the Summer Rain

Summer rain---
Falling from the skies
Summer rain---
Pouring on my WINDOWPANE
Summer rain---
Falling everywhere
It's that summer rain we share
Every place and all around.
Can you feel the cool RAIN?
Falling down
Feel the summer rain.
July 2018
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Seriously

(To the women who broke my heart)

You've seriously thinking suicide,
You've seriously want 2 die,
You're seriously want 2 take a life in your hands,
Spreading a 3 letter disease across the land.
You're seriously want to go to jail,
You're seriously serious about posting bail,
Come back some rainy day?
Seriously say what to me
Playing me like that
Then you're seriously mistaken and that's a fact.
Seriously wanna play with my heart
Tear it up and pull it apart?
Am I hearing all of this with my ears?
Seriously my dear?
Do me a favor if you will please
It's important this one task you see.
Don't mean any harm in anyway
But you can seriously go to HELL
And have a good day!

*

Good Morning: America

a poem to America

The sun arose this morning
Shining among the horizon high
The blue skies is met with a streak of colorful rays of light.
Beyond the sounds of nature bloom
The sounds of industrial hustles and bustles
Being heard like a symphony--
A symphony of nature's glorious sounds that brings about the day.

The sounds of the day begins---
Sounds of workers working,
The rhythm of engines roaring as the city comes alive
And the city's skyscrapers reaches up high to the blue skies
To the heavens high.

While below the busy ant people gathers
To start a working day
Be it poor, rich, middle class or gay
They are busy about their busy day like so
And so are those called Americans.

The sounds of the city is heard as sirens roar
As the city is awaken by the sounds of the day
Trouble stirring about
In the city that never sleeps.

And when the day is done
The busy people conclude their day
And now the night comes.....
It was a good day.

Beat

I can hear
The African drums
Beating like the heartbeat
Of the country's heart.
I hear the heartbeat
Of the land where my people
Lived and died
Then taken from and placed
On ships to lands far away
Long ago.

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Poem: double standards

A social commentary

Get your knee off my neck--

And while you are doing injustice

Where justice is not for us

Never for us but for those

Who are not like me?

Or too blind to see

They got their knee on my neck.

While you take our air

From our bodies you don’t really care

Or you just only see

A black man in a hood

Thinking he’s up to no good

So, you stop him and throw him down

On the ground

You holler then you press

Your knee hard body strong and yes

You kill me softly

Not with a song but murder you see

Setting us back 500 years

With the sweat and tears

Going down the drain

And all there remains

Another dead nigger one more time.

Another one dying

While mothers are crying

And father’s hearts turn to stone

And grandparents sitting all alone

Thinking and asking why?

The man who supposed to be a leader

Is like a man with a white hood the beaten

The pain master, war maker, trouble man

Excusing violence where we stand

While like Nero watching the city burn

No expression, no feeling and your back turned.

Eyes blinded with no cares at all,

Watching the city fall.

Will this ever end?

Or just pretend

Nothing matters at all

While our nation falls

While our nation falls.... 12 June 2020

I CAN’T BREATHE!!!!

Right in the midst of a health threat gone bad

And a nation fighting and it’s so sad

And it’s so wrong

As another soul cries out the same sad sing---

I CAN’T BREATHE!!!!!

Open up your ears

Can you just hear

The cry of the streets

While our leaders drag their feet.

This is for that child who has fallen hard

Like dominoes one by one where their feet trod

And always moving to the beat

Of justice heard by the marching of their fired to their feet.

We are the champions here

Fighting with all our might with no fear

Because the streets speak loudly

They speak truth very speaks proud.

Listen to the ills of the streets

With every sound and beat As the blood flow

To every soul there might be.

The streets speak as the blood flow

And the angry voices as we must know

As the streets are crying

While our youth are dying

But yet the streets will speak for themselves---forever.

21 June 2020

Poem #38

God--
Give me strength when I am down,
Love where it could be found,
Peace in times of trouble days,
Compassion in everyway
No matter what I say or do,
I know you will pull me through,
Tough times in days so cold.

And God---
Let me walk upright,
Morning, noon and night,
To be the best I can,
Always.

(c) 1999, 2004

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To Dream

To Patrick, Chris, Caleb,Tyress,Simone, Ronni and David

Dream.
Dream your dream
Now catch that star and make it happen
Not letting no one else tell you
You can't make it
But go on and just dream.

Dream.
Let that vision flow from within you
Even the impossible ones
That seems too hard but go on
And just dream even towards the dream.

Dream.
Make it happen for you
And go on and dare to dream
Making it your own
Flowing it until the very end
And when the end seems near,
That means you've captured
That dream that lives inside of you.

No matter how far the dream
Like a star so distant so far away
Catch it and grab a hold of it
And never, never, never let it go!
By all means just dream
Until you've dreamed no more.
Let it be guided like a star
Or float like a white cloud
But by all means my dears
Just dream and never stop
Until every desire is met.
Yes, dream beyond measure
But by all means dream.
And time will tell
Of how your dreams were to be
And now again-----
Just dream your dreams!

19 April 2005

(C)2005