The night train moves
Quickly in the night's air
And the noise from the train
Keeps a steady beat lugging home.
I gotten a buzz of inspiration
Sweet inspiration from other poets
And their words expressed
To make me write these lines even now.

Good vibrations
Not like the Beach Boys
But perhaps more lyrical
Like Langston, Nikki, and yes Butterfly as well.
Inspired in lyrical soundbites
Feeding my very soul deep inside.
Makes me wanna hollar
Shout it to the world
I gotten bitten by the Poetic Bug
An inspiration that's catchy
To make me write like this....

                                            July, 2004

I use to hear them say
"Letting those golden moments roll on",
But how much longer of a delay
Or should I stay strong?

Either way the clock ticks in time
And I'm counting those moments
Or those moments I left behind,
I just have to just roll on.

Could you see the winter of our lives
Drifting like so like snowflakes
And cold you see now
And could you see not  sitting by but to survive
No matter what or whatever it takes
Time is measured one moment at a time.

If anyone should ask me
Where I am going and how far
Or will I set my soul free

After the rain stops,
And the thunder rolled,
And the clouds turned gray
By the voice of God
And His handy work
Shown
There's after the storm
And after all there is
After all the world
Noticed what's a new
Just after the storm.

Copyright (c) 2002 Kenneth R. Jenkins

I need you.

I need you for all of my tomorrows
So I may understand my yesterdays
But yet bear the pains and sorrows
For future brighter days.

Future days not bright enough for me
to look at and determine why
Or wonder then plainly see
Even when plans fold and die.

Even when heavy in spirit so
I need you then
Before I get too old
Perhaps just a friend.

A hug, a kiss, a peck on the cheek
Some kind of embrace
To raise my peak
This is all I ask face to face.

I need you for all my tomorrows
So I may understand my yesterdays
But yet bear the pains and sorrows
For future brighter days.
                                            Jan. 2006

(C)2006

I don't want to cry
Tears of pain without answers to questions asked like why?
Tears flowing like a Purple Rain,
Keeping my mind in check and not insane,
Dreaming dreams like floating on clouds,
Thinking, thinking out loud
Although it doesn't seem that way at all
But I need a hand when I do fall
Fall down, fall down, fall down
Feeling like I'm in a pool about to drown
But I remember the song that "we fall down but yet we get up"
I gotta reach life's silver cup
Because I am a winner!!!

I am a champion!
I am a winner!
I am free!

(C) 2007

To Mary J. Blige

Sister, you're gone through hell and back,
We know from what we heard but you know the facts
Of the drama playing like a daytime serial on TV
Or like a bad card being dealt dishonestly.
The bad breaks you've gone through and making bad press
And suddenly trying to get from under such mess.
"No More Drama" is your new theme song
And those around you who did you wrong
Are no longer parts of that "Young and Restless" life of hell
Or sometimes "Bold and Beautiful" days that just say, "oh well!"
The drama is finally gone
It's time to turn off the sad pitiful song
And start living again for once in your life my friend
Break away from the sadness and let it finally end
For this is your life
Now live it!!!!
April, 2004

Am I blue?
Blues in my soul
Carrying the weight of every burden
Of every man it ain't no blues.
My man ain't no good 'cause he stank blues,
My baby left me for another and broken my heart blues,
My baby left me and now she's trippin' blues,
My job is down sizing and I need another job blues.
I am so broke until I can't pay attention blues.
Bluer than blue than blue is blue.
The plain 'ole ****** me off blues!
The opening of a can of whip *** blues!
Another one of those blues!
The AH HELL NO blues!
The don't wanna hear JACK blues!
Blues Blues GO away
Come back another day!
Rain falls from above
But look I am still blue.
Am I blue?
Blues in my soul
Carrying the weight of every burden
Of every man and it ain't no good blues
No good blues at all.....

to my wife Vanessa

I celebrate you---
For just being you and only you,
Keeping it real
As I celebrate you.

Now that you are growing older,
Wiser,
Better,
I do celebrate you.

For what you do
And who you are---
I do celebrate you.

A daughter to someone's mother,
A sister to someone's brother,
A wife to someone's husband
A lover and friend
To this point
I do celebrate you.


May 2014

Traffic jam
City limits putting limits on me
As traveling long these streets
And from far as eyes can see,
A crowd of people piling one on top another
As I travel these *****, dusty city beat.

Sirens blow their same refrain
As it wails and wails like an old song
Beating, beating across my brain
Not softly but continuously wrong
As I travel these *****, dusty city beat.

Urban renewal still old
Never changing, maintaining by leaps and bounds
Never changing, still maintaining so I am told
And all hear are the sounds
Of these *****, dusty city beat.

Smog clutters the brain
As I deal with these so-called problems
And walking the streets making me so insane
Trying to find work in hopes the solution to solve them.

The suits are telling me economics is fine
But if it's fine why the hell I am here?
Feels like I am running out of time
As time runs me down and it's not clear.

Cursed by lost time
As I walk these *****, dusty streets
And the world ain't kind
While I walk these city's beat
Now I sit waiting on my time
My time to shine onward and beyond...
                                     Nov.2005

There's a place you pay
On these streets
And sometimes it's high
Like the cost  of dope
In order to **** whatever
That not right
Whatever that's deep in you
And cleans out what
Castor Oil only does inside
The body
But baby it sho'nuff
Will that's in the mind
If the demons are there
They'll feel it too.

Welcome to Ghettoland
Where dope runs freely
But for a price you pay
And pay dearly my friend.
Ghettoland---
Where your life out there
Is win, loose or die!
Chances are
You'll either lose or die
You'll sho'nuff die!

Ghettoland---
Where the hustlers hustle
By any means
And I mean any MEANS!
This is the place where
Street people call home away
From the home they came from
And street girls slinging pootang
You know
What's between their legs
In order to between the sheet or under a house or
Some alleyway to turn a trick.

Ghettoland---
Where Baby Mama's look for their
Baby daddy in order to get that
Child support
And support that child they left.

Welcome to Ghettoland----
Where you'll see burned out buildings
Just remaining reminders of
What was then and what is
NOW!

Welcome to the "New Frontier"
Of an old idea
Welcome to Ghettoland!!!!!!!

In memory of Martha K. Newton and Amanda P. Newton


and then I looked around.....

I stepped back and breath
Taking each breath like there's no more.
The rush of memories flood my mind
The tears started to flow
And my heart heavy with grief.

I wanted to ask "why Lord why"
But it only comes back in whispers
Like a raindrop following from the sky falling.

There's a time to morn
Remembering the times of our lives.
God knew what was best
In times like these----
Like times like these we need a Savior.

Remembering you---
I took a breath
And you've gone away
Sailed away to the sea so distant.

Remembering you---
I took  a breath
And now you're gone....
22 Aug. 2013

In Memory of Vetta M. Jenkins Mims

One word is so hard to say
To someone like you in every way,
A word that no one wants to whisper in the wind,
Or shout out to the masses,
A word you just can't say to a family member or friend.
But today we say goodbye to you
One last whisper of words expressed so
That we will gladly say but yet know
How we really feel right now.
As painful it seems we collectively come together
To whisper such words
The hardest thing to say as your sun sets looking eastward
Waving to you as you exit this earth
A word of expression---

Goodbye!

(C) 2008

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.

(Thoughts in Motion)

Brother
Listen to me!
There is something I must say
To clear the air of any
Uncertainty that may or may not
Come between us
But first you must listen
To what I am about to
What I must say.
I have been hurt!!!!
Not once,
Not twice,
But many times over
And over again
Over the same B.S.---
Nothing!
Nothing lost
And certainly
Nothing gain
But time is standing still,
Motionless
Like a non-moving clock of time
Where there is movement at all.
Fighting.
For what ???
Nothing
Fighting over nothing
A piece of green paper
And a little white substance
That's controlling your every moment
Night and day.
Stupid fighting over
Nothing
While wasting time over
Nothing!
While children go hungry,
While mothers lose their children,
While young black men die in the streets,
While politics are usual
You fight over
Nothing!
Nothing lost
Nothing gained.
Lost
In a world that's endless
With a beginning
And yet there is no end.
Women selling their bodies
For a green piece of paper
While men make ***** deals
While others get one meal
And no three squares a day
Struggling
Striving
Everyday
Every moment there is there is time
And where time is no more.
I got something on my mind
To say not what anyone may think
it's on my ind to say
because it was heavy on my mind.

Void is the Earth with no life
There was no form thereof.
Then with His Mighty voice,
He spoke with great power
And with His love
"Let there be light..."
Thus there it was
In the beginning.

Copyright (c) Kenneth R. Jenkins

Lend me your ears,
So you can hear,
What I am saying to you
So listen up!!!

The voices in the masses speaks
In volumes so that you may peek
At this world around you
So listen up!!!

The voices of children dying one by one
From the barrels and bullets of guns,
They fall one by one like dominoes
And you need to listen up!!!

This inspires poets like me
To write the truth you see
And bringing to attention around you
Open up your ears and listen up!!!

Lend me your ears
So you can hear
What I am saying to you
So people LISTEN UP!!!

Lend me your ears,
So you can hear,
What I am saying to you
So listen up!!!

The voices in the masses speaks
In volumes so that you may peek
At this world around you
So listen up!!!

The voices of children dying one by one
From the barrels and bullets of guns,
They fall one by one like dominoes
And you need to listen up!!!

This inspires poets like me
To write the truth you see
And bringing to attention around you
Open up your ears and listen up!!!

Lend me your ears
So you can hear
What I am saying to you
So people LISTEN UP!!!

A poet's psalms


I sing to You my Lord,
Early in the morning I lay awake
Giving you Praises before You.
I sing to You my Lord
early in the morning
As the dew falls down on the earth
And Glory shines so brightly
For You are surely worthy of all the praises
The Glory and Honor that shines
Like the diamonds and so does your praise to You O Lord.
Glory to you O Lord
For You are worthy of the Praises.
Let the day be of the Lord's
As the Lord is our God, Our Salvation
For He is trustworthy always!

I sing to You my Lord
Early in the morning I lay awake
Giving you Praise before You....


2 June 2004

In memory of Rosa L. Parks

Freedom.

You carried that banner
For us all
And for all of us you stood
The test of time
And weathered every storm
In order to bring
On FREEDOM as our goal and place
FREEDOM in our sights.

You sat down
So we can move up,
You sat down
So our children's children
Won't give up or give out.

You carried that torch
Of FREEDOM in order
To bring hope for others
Even in a dying world
Where race is an issue
You were the one
The barrier of that light....



(C) 2005

There will be no more tears in Heaven,
No more cryin' there,
No more sickness there,
No more sorrow or shame,
When we gather around the throne
To crown our Beloved King.
As Mahalia sings,
And Gabriel blows his trumpet loud
To the Glory of God,
There will be no more tears
To shed.
Glory, glory,holy, holy, holy,
God Almighty we sing!
Tears ain't enough
For tears of joy in Heaven.

So the Heaven's rejoice!
Let every voice be lifted up in Praise!
Rejoice I say--
REJOICE!

Canvas
Paint
Words.
Canvas
Paint
More words.
Like paint
Like Picasso's Work
On canvas
Is the art work of words
Painted
By the poet's
Words.
Pretty pictures
Pretty words flowing from the vains
Like drawing blood
Withdrawing suddenly those words.
Breathing words extracting
Words
From the very soul
Words.
Pretty painted pictures
Withdrawn
Words.

April 2004


(C)2004

In your eyes

I see a different light

Maybe another you

Perhaps something about you

I see a certain you

A far side of you

The best side of you

And that's all I can see

Of you from inside out

Outside in...

(C) 2006

To all who may hear me...

Get it straight from the heart
From this poet
Who dreams as dreamers do,
Watching the clock of time tick away
The hours so new.
And yet we are or seem to be far from u,
Just take a look in the mirror
Look what do u see?
And your response is 2 me that I SEE U!

To all who may see me....

An artist,
A teacher,
A little hope in someone's life
To brighten like days of sunshine and sunrise and sunsets
The nights and days,
The happiness and sorrows of it all
I see u before yourself.
Check in the mirror....
What do u see?
What do u see?
I asked u once more and u just looked at me with eyes of pain
And just sighed looked at me with great sadness.

To all who may BELIEVE....

Father, Son, Holy Ghost!
No one comes before or between them.
Just those three alone is all we need.
Do u believe?
God is Father,
Jesus is Son,
Holy Spirit is the Comforter,
Do u believe?

To those who HOPE....

Peace in this world,
Peace to u,
And peace for me.
Will there be peace?
My hope is buld on God's peace
The peace He only gives us through the Holy Ghost.

To those who love...

Poets and dreamers and artist and musicians
All talked of love and hope to bring it to this tastless, dry
Unforgiving world we live in
And so with that thought
I ask a simple question,
WHERE IS THE LOVE?
I
poet
Gives
This
Poem
To
The
Masses!

Copyright (C) 2002

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 K.C.Colt

Come fly with me
To the moon,
To the stars shinning at night,
Come fly with me
Baby fly with me
To stars above,
Take a trip
A trip of eternal love
Just you and me.

Kissing you under the stars
I have planned
All my life
All my life with you
Let's go fly---
Baby fly with me!

Copyright (c)1999

the heat of the city
feel it what a pity
for the brothers and sisters who
have 2 come to work for a living as they
living in the city
my Lord what a day!
it finally came my way
to see another god-forsaken heated day.
it's summer time!
summertime---
and the living is hell
can you tell?
from sweat coming off my forehead feeling
thristy and half dead.
yes it's summertime!
it's a hot july
and that's no lie
it's hotter in july, august, september
or did you forget or did u remember
how the summer of long ago was?
it's summertime--
and the living is hell
can you tell?
when the weather is dry?
fish stopped jumping
and that girl is good looking
so rush everybody
to the ac inside...

july 2002

The night stars and moon
Has gone to bed as the sun is up
And the day begins anew once more.
As the day meet the sky
And the birth a new day is freely new
I welcome the sunrise
The new beginning of a new day
Of a new start today.
The day maybe long
But it gets better as time goes on.
The hustle and bustle of the day shift
As morning turns to noon
And noon turns to afternoon
And afternoon goes back to evening once more.

You see, you make me wanna write,
You make wanna write words
So sweet and on the other hand
Words wind up so tight
Until it squeeze you when you feel me
Setting my poetic heart soaring free
Like a bird flying in mid air
But I don't care
As long as I can bring these poetic words to your ears
Leaving with happiness or either in tears.
I am like an addict unashamed
And an addict by deed and name
Over poetry deep, deep, deep in my soul
No matter how deep or how old
Or how it sounds in words so dear
Until it just burns of your ears.
Fire flame to touch
No but yet not too much
Just a little at a time
With somewhere in there with you on my mind
Because I am an addict for poetry.
Poetry by any means you see
If by anything else is messed up,
Like the Crack head on the streets
I need to be fed my "drug" that inner beast.
No not beast but pleasure deeply so
Until I feel and really know
It's that thing call poetry I am addicted to
Yes, it's very, very, very true
I love poetry for I am an addict.
And if poetry was a woman she would be my mistress,
My chick on the side I won't miss,
For I am an addict baby a poetry ******,
Because I need my fix everyday,
And sometimes i a worst way.
My suppliers range many like Langston and Nikki and Maya and even a Butterfly too
Because I am an addict of poetry and this is very true.
Everytime I mix the poetic lyrical measures spinning in my brain,
As I write them down like a person whose going fool and going insane,
For I am an addict baby; a poetic, lyrical, words spinning miser, spitting out words so,
Addict of rhymes
Endless i space and in time
No matter what moves me
No matter what grroves me
I am  what I am what I am so.
Give me a fix and I'll give you a rhyme
Give a little bit of time
And I'll be spitting out poetry as fast as you can say "BLACK BALL"
I love poetry and I am an addict that's all.
If there was an "Poet's Anonymous" I would be in every meeting everytime,
Spinning a rhyme for you in every way I can find.
My name is____and I am a poetic lyrical of rhyme of a poet
I AM A AN ADDICT----
A POETRY ADDICT!


(C) K.C.Colt
All Rights Reserved.

Every body wants a revolution!
Something to fight for
Something to say I belong to something
A struggle of what's right
A fight for what's wrong
Everybody wants a revolution!

Bush wants a revolution,
Castro had his day
And now the Devil wants his day.
The world has a revolution
Against each other
Brothers against brothers
And pretty soon
We'll have revolutionaries all over the place
Fighting for a cause
For some cause of another
Until we run out then
What now?


(C) 2003

Can you see me?
Skin dark,
Eyes brown,
Blood Red
Anger shown.
I am someone's
Son, nephew, grandchild
Even in a world so cruel
Where violence is everywhere.

Can you see me?
A man with a heart
Not my skin color
Or my class
But see me as a human being.
2017

(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!

to Tice, Sherry, Pat, Simone, Marieta and Ms Queen


Girls to the end
No matter what
No matter how,
We are sisters to the very end
End of good times,
Sad times,
Mad times,
Low times,
We are sisters
Joined to the hip
Even in times of trouble
Times in need
Or just being there
We are sisters girls!

9 July 2000


Copyright (C)2000