Poems inside...Poem: life/ There's Victory Through Pain/ Blow/Picture View/Soft Music Serenade/Inspiration Soul/ Untitled # 3/ We Remember you... Goodnight/Poem # 20/ The Silence of the Beat Poets/Looking Glass/Poem: rain/Morning Song/Jazz Life
The Soul of the Poet 9
Poem: life
Life’s beginnings seem long,
Like the lines of the sands of time
Or long as a winding road
Going nowhere
But ending up somewhere
Until there is no end in sight.
Life changes like autumn’s colors of leaves
On the tree when one moment, one color
The next, another and so it goes,
The changes of life’s many faces
And yet so it goes and so it goes.
Around and the world goes,
Like this globe, this place, this space
This planet, this thing called life!
Dearly beloved we are in this thing called life
And believe it or not if you dare.
Mystery is of life
As life is a mystery.
I do not know why but
I just know why but
I accept it as it is,
Not gospel but as it is conclusion, amen.
May 2002
The Soul of the Poet 9
There's Victory Through Pain
Yes, there's victory through pain,
Like a flower that needs rain,
As the sky is so blue,
Where's God's love is true,
There's victory through pain.
Suffering won't be long,
Faith will make you strong.
Worry not of what's going on,
But God can deal with it my daughter, my son.
There's victory pain.
Despite not those things that seems hard for you,
There's a friend who loves you too,
No matter the problems you go through,
He will be there for you always,
Let Him comfort you today,
Because there's victory through pain.
Need a friend to be there for you?
Someone to carry you through,
The trials we all do face,
He's there to give you love and grace,
Yes, there's victory through pain.
Lika flower that needs rain,
He's there through your pain.
No matter what you're going through,
He's there always through the pain,
And there's victory for you.
27 April 2023
The Soul of the Poet 9
Blow
In memory of Miles Davis
When you hear him play,
Just close your eyes
And away
Your mind wonders,
Or dreams of what he's playing,
Or what he's thinking as he plays
And he plays a tune to soothe.
Blow your horn,
Give it a tune,
And let me hear you.
With power he blows
Leaving you speechless,
As you hear him play.
Picture View
I once saw a man
On the street panhandling for money
With cup in his hand,
Just asking for change.
But how it is strange,
In a country rich in abundance,
That has someone with a cup.
Not the drinking type
But one that tells you I give up
I'm done with this life of mine
But is it funny,
A world like this so unkind
As I watch from a view window of life.
I can see clearly now
The shame of life seems
But I still wonder about the dirty streets
Unkept and not so clean
While you can see a world so mean
Where everything is circled around me
Yes, me, me, me
No one else I do see
My very own universe that's who.
4 Jun. 2021
Soothe me
Groove me
Making my nature rise
Even in four-part harmony,
As the music rocks me to sleep,
And in that time of slumber deep,
The night's wonderful sounds so,
Sweet, tasty and even bold,
With that soft music serenades, me
Oh, so right and so deeply.
The night music has a flair,
For just soothing you and like the Staple Singers it will "Take You There."
Soft and sweet,
Sweet and softly but deep,
You make my heart flutter so,
Because that's the way love goes,
Soothe me.
Groove me,
Make my nature rise,
Even in four-part harmony,
As the music rocks me to sleep,
And that time of slumber deep,
Rock my world with your music
Sweetly, sweetly soothe me...
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for in memory of Gwendolyn Brooks
You inspire me
And touch my very soul
Setting my heart and mind free
Making poetry valued like gold.
We loved the voice you gave
To those without a voice
And if you had a choice
It would be the voices of millions of souls
That may not hear otherwise you know.
You were the light for other poets' dwell
In places, we may not go
And you ever wished well
Truly loving us so.
So, there I said what I have to say
To my muse forever
If it hasn't, I wouldn't be here today.
January 2005
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The Soul of the Poet 9
Untitled # 3
Call me crazy
But I swear you said
You’re not in love with me
Anymore
That you hate my guts
And you don’t want me no more.
I believed at once
You loved me so
But I guess you lied
To save face
Your face instead of
Telling me a whole truth
Instead of a telling me the truth
You told me a whole lie.
Hate fester and bleeds
Like blood
And when it soaks in
The fabric ruined
And the beauty of that love
Gone and forgotten
Forever and ever and a day
Perhaps a week or more
But gone like the wind.
Like damaged goods
Only to be thrown away
Tossed aside like trash
And never be used once more
To never be used never again.
Like something destroyed
It will not be the same
Like time and space gone....
8-8-08
We Remember you…Goodnight.
In memory of Dan A. Mitchell, Jr.
Memories of you I will not forget
And as long as I live memories with no regrets,
Just thoughts of you I will forever keep,
As we say so long as you sleep,
Yes, sleep in heavenly rest,
Yes, sleep in heavenly rest.
Good or bad moments will be kept,
And for every tear I wept,
I know somewhere I am heard clearly,
Wiping those sad tears from me,
Yes, sleep in heavenly rest,
Yes, sleep in heavenly rest.
On the other side of that northern star,
One day we will meet no matter how far,
No matter the distance we share,
We know you are in His care,
As you sleep in heavenly rest,
Yes, sleep in heavenly rest.
Goodbye and good night…
And rest in heavenly rest.
2 August 2019
Poem #20
With pencil in hand
I’m bound to my words
A muse with a mission
Busting a rhyme on paper
With pencil in hand.
These words
Because they laid down like
Tracks to a music mix
With a sound or rhyme of its own.
These words
These words are like a fingerprint
That identifies who I am
That person or persons
I lay out before
So, you may see it.
Yes, these words
These words are like a fingerprint
That identifies who I am
That person or persons
I lay out before
So, you may see it.
Yes, these words
Are like a map
Where it takes you places
Here there and everywhere
The road may lead me!
These words
These words are expressed
With true expressions
To true times
And images clouded
By misty memories
Brought down by times history
Where history is not ours
But of time’s past shown.
These words
These words that shocks a nation
A perplex as a people
And cripples' minds as I drop rhyme
Like dropping bombs
Into a country we are having nothing in common with.
These words
These words of mine
Words that’s deep
Rooted inside and out
But with these words
With pencil in hand
I’m that I am bound to.
What’s being said even now. Dec. 2005
The Silence of the Beat Poets
They are the ones
That kept us conscience of everything
Kept us aware of those
Even around us those effects our lives
Impact our lives through words
Powerful words that pierce us so.
They are the ones
That kept the poetry alive
With microphones and congas
Enduring our conscience of what there is
And what may soon to come
They are the ones
That kept it alive in small coffee shops
Some wearing all black to show
They are different
They have solidarity of oneness
This new generation of people is growing.
Suddenly, the mass of beat poets
Of generations gone by
With their poems
Firing off thoughts to show just
Where they mean something in then
Suddenly it just drifts away.
From amongst us never to be seen
But their memories and words
Lives on the pages of books.
Never forget or last forever.
Yes, they were the ones
That kept is conscience
Aware of what’s around us
Spoken loudly and very clear
So that the world can hear them
Strongly in our hearts and minds.... April 07
Looking Glass
I see in my looking glass
A me I see so closely
That person I can see
As I look through my looking glass.
A beautiful me looking back
At me with eyes so brown
As I look around
Looking back in my looking glass.
I adore myself
In fact, a more beautiful me
Then these eyes would see
As I look in my looking glass.
8-8-08
Poem: rain
If April grows May flowers
Then why am I basking in the purple rain
As my brain
Clearly finds the time
Puts down such rhymes
So slick and so quick
As my pen is slick
To write down my refrain,
Watching the rain
Fall down from gloomy skies.
If April showers grow May flowers,
Then why am I basking in the purple rain
Showers showing signs of spring?
Spring 2025
Morning Song
Kenneth Reginald Jenkinsature
Morning Song
I sing a morning song
That the robins do sing.
I sing a morning song
That you hear the church bells ring.
I sing a morning song
As the sun wakes up from sleep,
I sing a morning song,
As high as the mountains and blue the ocean deep.
I sing a morning song
As dawn’s early light break,
I sing a morning song
Beautiful morning rising high.
I sing a morning song,
As blue as the morning skies.
I thank God for morning and what it bring
For morning means beginnings
Like the start of spring.
I sing morning songs
To brighten up my day
I too sing morning songs
Each and every moment in a small way.
3 Sept 2002
Jazz Life
Jazz Life
When Miles blows his horn....
When Miles blows his horn, he soothes me
That savage beast within you sees
And all of a sudden, my life is re-born.
Reshaped, reformed not by physical hands
Or hands rough like a man who's been working
But by invisible means
Or perhaps of what you can stand.
When 'Trane blows his horn
He chases away those bad feelings inside
And all of a sudden once again my life is reborn.
Even when Ella sings her song
Scatting in my ear so sweetly
And that music she brings to me
Can really take me away and do me no wrong.
Every note transposes with every twisty turn
And the sounds get louder in my ear and in my soul,
Then all of sudden the music gets inside of me so bold,
And touches my very soul then it finally burns.
Jazz is like an addict on crack,
It gets inside of you and then
It becomes your very best friend.
Once you go Jazz, you'll never go back!
Once you go Jazz, you'll never go back!
Once you go Jazz, you'll never go back!
SOUL OF THE POET 9