Kenneth R Jenkins

Kenneth R Jenkins May 22

A social commentary

They are powerful and great,

Sometimes nice but wait,

There are times they scorn you,

There are times their false when its truth is true

There are times they carry a lot

A times they are cold or hot,

Sometimes meaningful int its way

While other times it seems darker than some days.

They can be wonderful at times yes,

Horrified in some days filled with stress,

And there are times you want to shut it down

Or when needed or for it not to make a sound,

Silent is sometimes gold,

Sometimes it gets really, really old,

While there are times to speak very loudly

Then at times it will love or hate or me,

There are times we’ll just do what the Beatles suggest and let it be.

You love me then you hate me

A game for fools you see

But painful not soothing or cool

But rough at times like a fool

Just dumb at times in different times

At times cruel to be kind,

While praising you one hand

Then downing me to kiss your ***

The stab me in the back and then get away fast.

It cuts **** a knife deep

It even haunts me in my sleep,

While killing me softly at times so sadly

Then cussing at me badly,

Your words hurt me so

Deeper than you’ll even know.

Sometimes loud and wrong

And sometimes you’ll sell those words for just a song

Or sometimes *****

Sometimes nerdy,

Sometimes slick

With a little coolness quick as a wick.

Words can be light as a feather

Capable to stand any kind of weather.

It can be strong and tall,

Sometimes fast or not all.

No matter it’s homeland or country

No matter the color it maybe

Or expressions kind or mean

No matter hidden or even seen

Or what wars that battled

Know this much that world do matter,

8 Sept 2021

#words

Kenneth R Jenkins May 22

Verses: hate

A social commentary

Please stop shooting

Please stop shooting me

Please stop shooting us---

Bullets flying everywhere

Killing others like they don’t care,

Even when you’re in they are or not in the cross hairs

Of an enemy that don’t care or swear

To get rid of us all

Once and for all.

If you’re black you die!

If you’re brown, you die!

If you’re gay you die!

One by one they die,

Be prepare to meet your maker, why

Because we don’t want you here.

On the streets runs red blood

To every person in my neighborhood

Plain and simple you don’t belong here!

Here’s my gun in hand

Ready to **** everyone from my land---

You don’t belong here.

Hate spills out on the streets,

To every person we do meet---

You mean nothing to me!

The hell with your religion and such,

The hell with you because of how I hate so much

The sight of you so I **** them all!

This my gun my oath to ****

Die if you must but still

I don’t want you here!

This is hate heard out loud

From with guns shooting proud,

Because you don’t belong here!

This is my gun my sworn duty

To **** as much and as many,

Simply you don’t belong here!

They killed Malcolm X and Dr. King

Because they wanted the same thing,

And you have no right here

Too many of you cluttering up my space,

Too many of you taking away from us this human race,

Because you don’t belong here!

This is my gun my creed

To get rid of people like you with speed,

And don’t belong here!

The lies you tell of our children in school

The lies and breaking of rules---

Because you don’t belong here!

Your skin is too dark for me

Only my whiteness can set me free

Because you don’t belong here!

Please don’t shoot

Please don’t shoot me!

Please don’t shoot us

At the end one by the graves of those died!

One by one of those dying while bullets fly,

Flying all over the place

Killing every soul and sweet little face

And they don’t care.

The voices echoed in the air,

Of those who died while death don’t play no favorites or play fair,

Defining God in His face

How dear them!

Please stop shooting me

Please stop shooting

Please stop

Please...

Silence.

June 2020

#hate

Kenneth R Jenkins May 22

{Voice of an Angel}

in memory of Whitney Houston

Can you hear in the air

sounds of loveliness divine,

That is heard everywhere

No matter where you are.

She was the voice of generations

That goes beyond where we are,

A voice so divine ringing like a bell

Rejoicing and singing out in song.

The beauty of a voice so divine....

Now silent from a distant,

We hear no more,

A beautiful voice so divine

That once soar

Higher and higher

A voice so divine....

June 2020

in memory of Whitney Houston

Kenneth R Jenkins May 22

{Green Paper}

Money, money, money

Give me money, money, money.

Money, money, money

Give me money, money, money.

I would die for my green paper

But they better pay me right with my green paper.

Mama needs to buy food with that green paper,

Daddy needs to get his kicks with that green paper.

What about the preacher man?

He needs that green paper.

And the baby mama needs that green paper

But the baby daddy won’t give up the green paper.

The rich man lives off the green paper

The poor needs that green paper.

Everybody’s going to need that green paper

You know you need that green paper.

Rev. Ike preached about the green paper

To buy more stuff with the green paper

But when he died, he couldn’t take it with him

And so, the green paper stays here.

Can you spear one or two of that green paper?

I need it to eat

I need to live

That green, green paper.

There’s some who will steal it

Rob somebody for it

**** somebody for it

That green, green paper.

The Good Book says the love it

Yes, the love of it is evil

But there’s so many out there

Who will die for that green paper.

Money, money, money

Give me money, money, money.

Money, money, money---

Too late it’s over for you---

Click, click BOOM!

27 May 2021

#money

Kenneth R Jenkins May 21

In Memory...A Tribute, A Celebration

to daddy

As I sit and write these words

Thinking of you in some small way,

Finding just the right thing to say--

In a moment like this.

Through the laughter and pain,

Days of sorrow lingering and then

Those wonderful beginnings and sad end

With memories like this.

Family times cherished

In every moment of space and time

Days and nights we would find

Tender moments shared.

In hearts we are saddened

But memories are flowing,

Moments and times showing

Of family’s best days are ahead.

Weep not but rejoice

In the fine days behind

And then redeeming the time

Each day of our lives.

Keep the faith

And don’t lose sight

Of those precious moments that were right

And precious in every moment.

As I write these words

Coming from the heart

Despite you’ve depart

Our love for you is still there.

We cherish the moments of our lives,

We cherish those moments left to share,

Keeping family close as we care,

Those precious moments of our lives.

Memories shared with each other

As time moves onward on

Cherished while you are gone

As time goes on and on.

17 Feb. 2025

My tribute to my daddy

Kenneth R Jenkins May 21

{Eight Minutes and 46 Seconds}

I can’t breathe!

For eight minutes and 46 seconds

George Floyd cried

Just before he died

Before those who saw him pinned down.

I can’t breathe!

For eight minutes and 46 seconds

George Floyd cried aloud

And being witnessed by the crowd

Just as he gets pinned down.

It took eight minutes and 46 seconds

To **** a man

Dying for no reason,

Like it’s like killing season

But why **** a man that can’t breathe?

For eight minutes and 46 seconds,

Where a police officer decides to play God

To press their knee on his neck and what’s odd

That they pinned him down

But he couldn’t breathe.

It was eight minutes and 46 seconds

They left a man to die

On the street why?

Why use their knee to ****?

And now the world stands still

To see what will happen next. 19 April 2020

#home

Kenneth R Jenkins May 21

urban jungle

concrete jungle

with skyscrapers stretching high

stretching upward

like trees grand in stature

and cities growing

more and more.

i can’t help marvel

at what we see

the splendor of it all

the grand of it all

of what this urban jungle is.

poverty,

drugs,

the heat of the city burns

the power of the city churns

but standing tall

is the greatest beast of them all----

mankind.

18 july 2000

#concrete #jungle