My grandson loves being on stage
And with characters he does engage.
In his middle school show
He let everyone know,
By his actions, he was of old age.
Old Man Jenkins* was his latest part
And he nailed it from right at the start.
With a walker he moved,
Stooped and slowly, and proved
Comic instincts will set him apart.
For he stayed very true to his role,
Which, of course, is an actor’s real goal.
Though he wasn’t the lead
I think he did succeed
To win praise in the spotlight he stole.
*from “Sponge Bob, the Musical”
Mass for peace* by Karl Jenkins
Jesus, sacrifice for a believers sins
She never entered a ghetto.
She perfected a high-pitched falsetto.
At the Carnegie Hall
she could both enthrall and appall
as she shredded every libretto.
She's up there with her heavenly peers,
Where many angels must now plug their ears
Doc’ Jenkins caught a bad case of the flu
He got sick that he didn’t know what to do
He Treated himself
With things on a shelf
Now in quarantine with a ghost named Boo
Alexis Y.
09/06/2020
For David Jenkins of Saint James Episcopal
Shallotte, NC
There is only this left I can beg or borrow;
Last moment which was so full of sorrow;
God reigns supreme,
And He will redeem;
Did die and never again have a tomorrow.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC 28422
Shower me
Wash me clean
Let Your rain shower me,
Wash me redeem
My soul so I am made whole
Once more
And once more be clean.
Let it rain,
Let it pour out on me,
Let it rain,
Let it drench my very soul.
Clean me up anything that’s not clean
Once more
And once more be clean.
Make me whole,
Make me whole again
Within me inside and out
Make me whole.
In my life let it be pleasing
To you so that
Once more
And once more be clean.
Shower me,
Wash me clean
Let your rain shower me…
Aug. 2006
Just when the day wanes longer,
Legs and body not getting any stronger,
Memory short and not clear,
Times of ending days are near.
Hair turns from gray to white,
And it seems like you're not feeling right
When you're not fit but put on a strict diet---
That's when I get old.
When there's less and less of family and friends,
And it seems to wonder when will it end?
When the beginning seems far,far, away after day---
That's when I'm getting old.
Time is swiftly moving a long,
Super speed in minutes and time,
The winter years are quietly here
Those days you can't get back, or even find---
That's when I'm getting old.
When family multiplies even more,
One by one and generation after generation,
They are family strong and bold
Building up of what we have left---
This is the duty of family when I get old.
Looking back through the years
In the mirror of life it's self
Going back in time in space
Where knowledge is like wealth---
As I get old.
5 Nov.2018
My soul was ruptured by crystal soprano
As I walk from door to door
Try to outpace my welling tears
Noble silver - perfect jewel
Reduce a man to burning fuel
Untill I spellbound dont exist
Your voice a bell , my disbelief
That could summon men to wander off
To dwell in wanton pergatory
and kneel in wonder of a eucharist
A radiant flame of holiness - an arum lily
The palor of thy countenance
Taste of Russian Ural honey
Lift me to the stratosphere
Never was heard a sweeter sound
I was born for hearing this
Surpassing every ounce of elegance
Surrender meekly to thy song of godliness
In angelic voice, enthral, rejoice
Of peace be s-t-i-l-l, for one fine day
A garden of dreams, over the rainbow, a daydream behold
In a graceful realm, of grace to amaze, a dawn of promising rays
Blissful skies, sunlight arise, a peaceful picture
Soul silhouette, lest we forget, royal remembrance
Together we stand, to thee, across the land
A musical language, all-embracing, casted carousel
Performance premier, shining sensational, inspirational
Hail – music of the night, dance with the stars
Tap and glide, a guiding star, something in the way……….
Just as you are
Journeying jewel, revel, jubilee
A walk through autumn leaves, in timeless reverie
Sounding soprano, crowds resonate, of joyfulness elate
Gracefulness of elegance, a time of prime
A gift given, of noble distinction
A symphony of sophistication
Due adulation, due applause, with charitable cause
Exceptional tours, over a great and mighty distance
Of services rendered, a splendour of release
Flowering duet, a radiant bloom, of times unknowing
We’ll meet again – soon
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Vicky is an archer, born on the 14th of April,
In 1977, and started getting that archery thrill,
In 2010 when she competed for the first time:
She found archery thru a friend’s lucid dime.
She lives in Malvern in Worcester, England,
So she trains in Lillishall in Shropshire’s land,
At the National Sports & Conference Centre,
Where there are facilities and lots of banter.
Her coach since 2013 is Rikki Bingham, tough,
She’s right-handed, not left, it does the stuff,
Vicky throws 26” long arrows at weight 24lbs,
And she went international in 2014, grounds.
Indeed, at the Euro Para events in Switzerland,
She shoot a new WR to get a silver garland,
Then at the Para Worlds, in Holland at Almere,
She won a bronze and a coherent team silver.
And then in 2016 again at the European Paras,
But this time in Saint Jean de Monts in France,
Vicky gained another individual bronze medal,
So she is also going to Rio de Janeiro to treadle.
I know this boy , named miles Jenkins nunn . He collects bratz dolls and
Crossdresses 4 fun ! He likes playing poker with his mom !
He thinks Marla sokoloff is the bomb ! He sent her pictures of him dressed like
A girl ! She sent him a wig and a dress and a string of 1000 dollar perls !
Now he works 4 Marla sokoloff as her stunt double ! It keeps him off the streets
And out of trouble ! And j.j.abrams has just announced a new project !
It's the saylor moon live action moovee ! With physical chimera as saylor moon &
Miles Jenkins nunn as saylor Venus & gilly dude as saylor mercury & blue sky Jen
As saylor mars & sea dresa as saylor jupitor ! Win miles and Marla first met and
Wore identical costumes , Marla,s dawter Carla sokoloff got confused ,
Because one mommy was over there , and another mommy was over here !...
Out late tossin' the rag.
Turn down Barney Jenkins Road.
Big 'ol square white
house, freshly makeshift
sign in the lawn.
It reads:
SUNDAY SCHOOL 11AM
Ain't that beautiful?
Ain't that how the world
should turn?
Stick a sign on ya lawn
an' let the people come
right on in.
He's probably
a pedophile.
Her voice reaches a higher plain
It quivers through my evey vain
Picks me up when i am low
Just a poem to let you know
When you sung Nessum Dorma
It brought a smile to my face
When you sung amour et let u
you were bathed in the light of grace
So pretty so sweet
With a voice so strong and true
On that night in bastion
I fell in love with you
We were blessed that you sung for us
Even though you didnt have too
Thank you from all the soldiers
And a personal thanks from me too you
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