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Ken Baker Poem
I know a little boy named Kenny Bo
and he just turned 2 years old
and he knows I love him so Kenny Bo
He laughs for his Mama and makes funny looks
he likes to tear up her True Love books
But she's never mad because she knows
that's our son Kenny Bo
Now there's pride in money a millionnaire
there's pride in growing a beard and having long hair
there's pride in being a soldier and carrying a gun
but there's no pride like having a son
Now he'll grow up and take a wife
he'll make her life a paradise
I only hope he understands why I had to go
I'll always love my son Kenny Bo
Copyright © Ken Baker | Year Posted 2010
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Ken Baker Poem
Written for my baby son in 1986.
My Dad he wears and earring
And he rides me on his bike
The folks ‘round here don’t go for him
But who cares what they like
Dad’s earring dangles in the wind
And sparkles in the breeze
It tangles in his hair sometimes
As it flies back and tickles me
Dad’s tattoo is blue and black
And printed across his chest
It’s an eagle with some letters
That spell the motorcycle he likes best
Sometimes his walk shows a little limp
Mixed with his fighters bounce
But he’ll always be there for me
Especially when it counts
His Christian name is Kenneth
But they call him Kenny Bo
And it’s me and him against the world
No matter where we go
Who cares about the “citizen’s”
Who cares what they might like
My Dad he wears and earring
And he rides me on his bike
It’s him and me against the world,
No matter what they say
And I’ll wear an earring, ride a Harley
And have a son too some day
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The days in my memory,
grow dim and start to fade,
but I’m trying to hang on to no avail.
I get the feeling there are dues,
that I have not yet paid,
but I hope to do so before my ship has sailed.
In the days when I was young a man,
every moment was so clear,
each second to be tasted and enjoyed.
The days all ran together,
as each day turned in to years,
paying heed I seemed determined to avoid.
I heard it said if you ain’t livin’,
then you’re surely gonna die,
and so it was with every breath I took.
But saying I was living,
was just another lie,
that I knew the Lord would write down in His book.
But the days will soon be ending,
my time will soon be here,
it does no good to try and change the past.
I can only hang my head in shame,
and brush away my tears,
as the day of my atonement comes at last.
I can only hope
that those I knew
that I may have brought upon a pain or hurt.
Know that karma never fails,
and is a cold and vengeful brew,
and I will come know my just deserts.
So if you ever think back of me,
and try to understand,
how a man could live a life so incomplete.
Know that an accidental person,
whose life was never meant or planned,
Any other life could never taste so sweet.
Ken Baker - July 10, 2010
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Ken Baker Poem
I saw a little boy today,
hang his head and cry.
He asked himself over and over again
how'd God let her die?
He couldn’t comprehend it,
that she was really gone.
The years that he had known her ,
they hadn’t seemed that long.
Who would be there for him,
during his times of pain?
Her smile would always bring sunlight,
no matter how heavy the rain.
For as long as he had memories,
no matter where he roamed,
when he’d fall; she was always there,
so he’d never be alone.
How he longed to have her hold him,
as she had always done.
When he’d hurt like he’s hurting now he’d say,
“ It’s alright, you know I love you son”.
It might seem strange to others,
and maybe they just can’t see,
the little boy I saw today,
that little boy was me.
I miss you Mom - Ken
Copyright © Ken Baker | Year Posted 2011
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Ken Baker Poem
Bless me Father for I have sinned
I know that I’ve let You down again
Last time I swore that I’d try to do better
I’m surprised You don’t just cut me loose all together
I do try so hard Lord to follow your teachings
But no matter how hard seems my hearts always reaching
If I think that I am following your path straight and true
Satan throws up a roadblock to draw me from you
Satan is such a trickster; he knows what to say
To make thing so tempting that cause me to stray
I do push him back, and scream “Get behind me”
But it seems my weaknesses he can easily see
So please be patient Lord, please wait for this soul
For walking in Your light is truly my goal
With You walking beside me to show me the way
I know that I’ll dwell in Your kingdom some day
Ken Baker – Feb 2009
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A chain swings past my head
My knife connects and someone is dead
I take my life in to my hands
Holding a club and taking a stand
Life is long and it’ll bring you down,
When you’ve got to live on the rough side of town
Yeah life is long, and it’ll bring you down
When you’ve got to live on the rough side of town.
One night we all met out in the street
Out Shot stepped out for out gangs to meet,
Our leader yelled and the fight began
I pulled out my knife and I took my stand
A boy lay in the road blood, running from his head
People gather ‘round I think he is dead
Off in the distance I hear a siren cry
And I know tomorrow may be my turn to die
Yeah life seems so long and it brings you down,
When you’ve got to live on the rough side of town
Yeah life is long, and it’ll bring you down
When you’ve got to live on the rough side of town.
Copyright © Ken Baker | Year Posted 2010
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