Years pile up
like leaves
another winter
of
slumbering trees
The oranges
and
the rusts
oil me please
so that I
not yield
to dust
I sympathize
with the
trees and the wildlife,
left to survive
a Winter's
frost
they are the
strong,
the invincible
and on us,
that should never
be lost
I can only admire
God's strength
within them,
as I stand with
mouth agape
Nothing on this earth
has ever wowed me
more than ....
God's work
to date
The Concrete Poet
Nov 11, 2021
Nov 11, 2021 at 12:32 PM UTC
If
i‘m
here?
We're
not
guaranteed.
The Concrete Poet
Nov 11, 2021
Nov 11, 2021 at 11:52 AM UTC
life...
ah yes,
life.
sometimes
we find
thee one
and when
that one
is gone?
life,
let's us know that...
we were
probably,
probably
meant to be,
one
and
done.
they were
Russian roulette
with
love's gun.
love's future
may now seem
like a
dungeon,
but please,
continue to
walk through life...
don't run.
eventually
once more,
your love
may bathe in
thee one's sun.
it's not
the end
but perhaps,
a new
beginning.
it's simply time
to find a
new best
friend.
until then...
relax,
don't rush
and please,
give time for
your heart
to mend.
The Concrete Poet
Nov 7, 2021
Nov 7, 2021 at 7:38 AM UTC
the city streets, so wet,
they shimmer like glass.
under every streetlight,
an image of you,
a moist blade of grass.
Oct 7, 2021
Oct 7, 2021 at 5:14 AM UTC
numb,
eventually
we all become
numb of
life's subtractions
its vortex fails
to unsteady us,
its impact abates
to that of fractions
its aroma no longer
carries hints
of spice nor
offensive odor
to thine eyes
its once
brilliant hue is now
an ebon color
its touch
no longer unbearable
no longer a
raging fire
as years pass by
life's subtractions
just never appear
so dire
it feels cold
and then it
feels warm
but it always
feels warm
with the addition of
a new day's morn
numb as life's years
pass us by but
passionately alive
when we are born
Oct 3, 2021
Oct 3, 2021 at 8:58 AM UTC
asea,
tangled web
of complexity
raging rapids
hasten
mortality
albatross
lingers
over me
stiffen bones
death's
rigidity
spare the
beacon's search
for me
alas
my life may
no longer be
battered and
bruised I
was left alee
Oct 3, 2021
Oct 3, 2021 at 8:32 AM UTC
hello fear;
you have no power
over me
let me make
it clear,
death lost its sting
and
its frightening fee
satan is the coward
in the chair,
trembling and shaken
by God's might
is he
the holy spirit on
one July night
I did hear,
I received strength
unmatched to fight
the enemy
he never stood
a chance in that
hot and humid air,
since that July night
from fear.... I've been
set free
the power of Christ
is one not to
tempt nor dare,
I only asked for
serenity in my
hour of need.....
Jesus stood in front
of satan and
once again
defended me
fear of death
I had no longer
a care,
I once again watched
Jesus dispose of
the enemy....
now for Him,
for Jesus....
I fight for eternity
Oct 3, 2021
Oct 3, 2021 at 8:14 AM UTC
satan is running amok
these days
he captivates the weak
in deceitful ways
torment and torture reflect
the saddened
skies of grey
pray for light as powerful
as the sun's rays
to shine upon the darkness
and heed what Jesus
has to say
the landscape slithers with
snakes that once had
called you friend
fall to bended knee and pray
for their soul to surpass
the ebon dead end
as a child of God we must,
good or bad
we must defend
pray that all lost souls
eventually......
will find their way
once again
judge thee not the one
that cast aspersions
behind thy back
they know not what they do
'cause the shadows is
from where they attack
their blackened eyes
their blackened heart
it's Jesus that they lack
love them anyway
and know .....
you've remained upon
God's forgiving track
we are not thee judge
we are not thee jury
we are not thee lamb
we are not His fury.
Oct 2, 2021
Oct 2, 2021 at 2:28 PM UTC
We awaken every day to history.
History under our feet, touched by our hands and mystery.
Moments that will never repeat.
Moments of love and also great deceit.
Inhale aromas that passion our senses.
Exhale the day filled with bridges and with fences.
You are an individual creation.
Understand that every day in the flesh is a celebration.
We aren't sand in an hourglass.
We are memories meant to last.
Yes, today the sun will once again set.
Make it a day that is empty of regret.
Close those eyes of gentle streams.
Save the best of today for you in your dreams.
Tomorrow will come through the blinds as the sun's rays kiss your naked skin.
Tomorrow is more history, another day for history to begin.
Sep 28, 2021
Sep 28, 2021 at 8:39 AM UTC
i feel her emerald eyes upon me
-or are they?
is it just my hope or the wish that i wait to come true?
if it came true;
what would be my very first words,
my very first move on her?
i know that i would ask her to kindly ignore my tremblin' hands that have waited what seems a lifetime to hold her firmly in my grasp.
because;
her body fits within my firm grip perfectly,
sinfully perfectly.
our lips locked together like a safe that holds millions of dollars in rare jewels.
the contour of our bodies melting into one another
like dark chocolate onto a luscious strawberry
like the finale at a 4th of july fireworks display... ..
i finally enter her
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 7:23 PM UTC