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 Dec 2015 Robert Blankenship
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//               /        /     ••        /               /    / /
/      /           /      •••   /                 /   /
/            /         •lift me up over-          /             /
/      /    head•for i only seek to shelter    /      //
          you•from the sun who'd scorch you red          /
•from monsoon rains that'll chill you blue•you
may at times think i'm cumbersome to carry•when
the winds of change put you in all kinds of weather•
but i can collapse and fold... i stow away easy•keep me
close and i will spring to your aid... whenever, wherever•
such           is my           pro-   ••   mise           to...           you•
•                   •                  •       ••      •                  •                   •
for
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ur
lif-
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•••          ble                 
journey•
                


soon you'll find my words to be true•
that i'd forever be your brolly
For my family.

Concrete Poem 22 of 30

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Feels like a curse,
Its as irritating as an empty purse
When broke!
Guess its a reminder that the brain needs new stock,
Wish it could come easy,
And the thing is;its never there when occupied or busy,
Its felt when bored and unoccupied,
But hey its a topic worth writing about; guess I've tried.
On a garbage dump , hanging on a Roman cross, his miserable life coming quickly to a painful end , no hope ! No hope ! And then he hears the voice of the only hope the world has - Jesus ,saying " today you will be with me in paradise !"
Never give up hope ! Call out to the Lord of Lords in the midst of your pain , your sorrow , your desire to throw in the towel and He will hear your voice and come to comfort , and to assure you that hope has a name - Jesus
The walk
I walk these streets all alone.
No one knows who I am.
They don't say a word to me.
I do the same to the.
I watch as they all do sins
For what I die for.
I walk and listen to their troubles.
And think of a way I might help.
Gun, ***** and *** they do.
But I say no words and keep on walking.
No one to keep my hand.
No none to share my troubles
For I care for their troubles on my back.
As I walk these streets.
They say "beauty lies skin deep",
Well yes it does lie skin deep,
It just shouldn't lie dormant,
Let it shine.
Inward beauty,
Is for eternity,
It glows through the eyes,
Probably casts out doubts and lies,
Its free for all,
We don't have to spend anything at all
For us to attain it,
We have to recognise it
Within ourselves and nurture it.
Nurture it with goodness in thoughts,deeds and living,
With laughter,optimism and loving,

What's inside reflects on the outside,
As within so without.
Internal beauty is eternal.
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