Kenneth R. Jenkins, 25 stycznia 2012
For every stroke of the pen
For every line,
For every phase,
For every word
Is for the brothers and sisters
Who died while bound in slavery,
The ones who marched to make this life better,
For those who continued
In the struggle
Not lettin' up
Not givin' out
Not leaning to the left or right
But "by any mean neccessary..."
By any ways of getin' there
They had a right to passage
And that passage is though the
Portals of time and space
Reachin' forward
Not lookin' to what can be
That right to passage
To hope
Where there is no none.
And now the poet's pen
Writes the poem
The words
The meaning of what can be
To in hopes in will be!
Feb. 2002
Kenneth R. Jenkins, 25 stycznia 2012
the splendor of night,
makes its eems so wonderful,
such is a delight
that makes up this moment.
can see the moon hanging high,
the stars twinkle with grace
lighting up the heavenly skies
as it shines at a moment like this.
still is the night my friend,
let's make the best of it.
and so let the night begin
a festival of lights in the sky.
o the splendor of the night,
such a wonderful night it is.
Kenneth R. Jenkins, 25 stycznia 2012
one star so bright,
shine, shine though the dark night
i love to see you shine so
because i know
how lovely you are
how precious and yet so far
that lovely bright light shine among high
o lovely star
shinning in the skies like christmas orentiments so lovely.
alas shining star, shining star,
i reach for you and you're so far
come down to me, come down to me
and let us be friends.
dawn peeks over the hill now
awaking is the cock bringin' in a new day into town
the sun shines and stars are sleepin'
for the new day come that God has made for us all.
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