The Concrete Poet

The Concrete Poet Jul 2019

With wings on your shoulders all dressed in white,
your angelic garb and color, they fit you just right.

In the distance a harp, it plays a heavenly melody,
you close your wings to protect and fully envelop me.

Dancing on the clouds like two foolish men,
laughing and smiling on our stairway to heaven.

I reach for a star, no care if I fall,
you smile at me, now you can have them all.

The Concrete Poet Jul 2019

Hush, just listen 'counselor' hush

Therapy oh therapy,
what shall thou mean to me?
Will I be attentive at all,
or posture myself with a sneer of scrutiny?

Shall there be some type of revelation or epiphany to
bring me to my knees?
Can I arrive at being the man I once was, unbroken,
the man I again long to be?

From the gallery of peanuts will it be judgement free?
I am not approaching a burning bush,
you certainly are not HE.

Will this therapy set free what feels like a tormented soul in captivity?
Can this fog be lifted enough;
provide a path that I can finally see?

The price if not can be steep,
eternal darkness may well be the fee.

The Concrete Poet Jul 2019

A void of real

Superficial

      is

        artificial

            and never

ever

              beneficial

The Concrete Poet Jul 2019

Profoundly stained

She was pure

       and untouched;

           like the very first

        crystals of snow.

   Freshly budded rose and

             essence of lilac with the

                   fraility of a fallen leaf

   adhered to the sidewalk.

              He painted her soul

                  with his unique unprimaried color,

     and left her....

                        forever stained.

The Concrete Poet Jul 2019

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When people see courage, they are drawn to it like a magnet.

The Concrete Poet Jul 2019

Storm reality

Thunderous expression

     Lightning in a bottle

   Rains of life

            Storm of impression

               Violent radar model

  Echoes shaped like a knife

        Winds of Oz

     Twisting landscape

               Mother nature rapes

Soaked bandages and gauze

             Eerieness after calm

     Under rubble cries

                 Life in the hand's palm

  Frantic searching eyes

        Flashing lights

The smell of gas

               Unforgettable sights

             Once the storm had passed

  In awed reality I stand

The Concrete Poet Jul 2019

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muses....
       muses
   everywhere.

anywhere
     that i venture,
         i dare.

in the
    ample *****
      of her
         mouth watering
          bare.

against a
     creamsicle sky...
and its
        delicious tasting
            air.

a stroll
    through the midway
      at the carnival
         or county
            fair.

the captivating
     essence
       of her velvet
silken
             hair.

naked before you
    she magnificently
         stands and all
            you can do is
gulp.....and
               stare.

a muse that i
    want to make
        love with....
her treasure's
             so mesmerizing ..
                 so completely
                rare.

and
  if
    i
      fell
         in
           love...
             i
               wouldn't
                     care