Jesse Centeno

Holland, Michigan, USA

I'm born in Port Lavaca, Texas but raised in Michigan where I am now. I work at Nabisco Life Savers and part time Amway distributor. Coming from a large family of ten of which I am the oldest I graduated in 1970 and attended college. I began writing poetry in my high school years. I'm now a member of the international Society of Poets, publish several poem to many publications such as Sparrowgrass, Yes press, American Poetry, and others. "I believe that one single poem consumes the mind of the reader making him feel in what the poet writes.

The Poor Man

Oh see the poor man leaning against the wall of a great structure.
A young man, that he is, but very poor indeed. With many kinds of
old shirts and torn jeans he holds a tin can begging for money so
that he can eat.

A cold day, yet the poor man smiles and says "peace" to all who
walk by him. The people that see him only put their cigarette
butts into his tin can.

Walking down the neighborhood in his bare feet the poor man knocks
on the doors of houses begging for food, but people only slam the.
door on him.
Nobody seems to care about him, he even got chased by dogs
and beaten up, and spitted upon. With all that has happened
to him the poor man only looked at the guilty ones that had harmed
him and gave them a cold stare. No
By night the poor man comes to a church asking for a place to stay.
The father of the church turned him away, but told him to go to the poor house.
Freezing from cold temperatures, the poor house is full and the
poor man wanders into the coldness of the night all alone. The good
book once said "He was in the world, and the world was made by him,
and the world knew him not."

The Coming of the Madmen

There is corruption, blackmail, betrayal, and murder among
the world leaders. It became a time of crisis where nations
turned their backs on each other.

Peace is at the end, trust no longer exists, treaties were
broken, and a state of war existed. Thwe world suffers at the hands of the madmen.
The sky is filled with flying objects lighting up the night. sky. Cities are wiped out in a single blast, thousands among
thousands died, but the madmen did not stop.

The whole world burned to where there's no returned, mercy
to the living, for this war will not stop till the last of
the madmen lays to sleep.

Children of Sin

The millennium is here. life in this time has changed.
Laws are made to be broken Killing.
becomes a purpose not for pleasure. Fear has no
pain.
The rich control the poor, and the poor become
slaves to the rich. Cruelty has touched the hearts of men. Hatred is good for the soul.
Love is a game that has no happiness.
Religion goes backwards, a cross is broken, the children of God
are no more.