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Kenneth R. Jenkins

Kenneth R. Jenkins

Starry Night

(to Starry)
 
                                  Up
                                 Above
                                 I see
                           You shining brightly,
                           Above the busy night
Singled                                         out of sight
My starry star
Blinking brightly yet so far.
There is never such a night
Where I look up and see you in sight
My                                   Starry           Starry
 
                                      Night.

Altre opere di Kenneth R. Jenkins...
A Poem for Trayvon

Just because you are young Doesn’t mean much to some But because you are black It means nothing! Somebody killed another child!
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CoLoR BLiNd

I am a man– No matter the color No matter the race No matter the time or place I AM A MAN!
Poem: live

Survival In a world that owes you nothing And yet they say they do. Give or take a thousand or two Yeah take NOT give
PoEtIc AdDiCtIoN

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…
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We Interrupt This Program.....

Good evening Mr. and Miss Americ… We interrupt your lives for the fo… Your president has just ordered ou… Mothers are in prayer but not so m… Of the unknown death that’s over o…
poem: summer

the heat of the city feel it what a pity for the brothers and sisters who have 2 come to work for a living a… living in the city
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A Conversation Piece

I use to hear them say “Letting those golden moments roll… But how much longer of a delay Or should I stay strong? Either way the clock ticks in time
Time

We live moment by moment Time after time, Allotted to us one day after day Until you’ll surely find Time slipping away slowly
black queen

dark skin tall girl beauty like a black queen no matter where u come from no matter where or who u are
Soft Music Serenade

Soothe me Groove me Making my nature rise Even in four-part harmony, As the music rocks me to sleep,
, by Abdulaziz Mohammed
When I Get Old

Just when the day wanes longer, Legs and body not get any strengt… Memory short and not clear, Times of ending days near. Hair turns from gray to white,
Feel the Summer Rain

Summer rain— Falling from the skies, Summer rain— Pouring on my window pane, Summer rain—
Freedom Cry

in memory of the children of South… Freedom! Lifted out of the ashes and into a… A river of joy A river of peace.
Inspiration Soul

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.
New York City skyline at sunset.
The Soul of Jazz

The soul of Jazz Where Jazz is soul And the soul of Jazz is within Bringing back the days old Where Jazz was Jazz andJazz was…



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