TheConcretePoet

TheConcretePoet Mar 2021

Saturday night and this
evening's sky
is a
blanketed delight with a
lover's starlight

Clusters
big dipper
little dipper
and the
north star
as we
cozy up tight

Go ahead,
make a wish
my love

Tonight I give you the sky above

TheConcretePoet Mar 2021

ly

internally-
we all live
eternally

externally-
we all live
momentarily

individually-
we all live
exclusively

live wisely-
so that
eternally
eases gradually
and not
suddenly

i say this
of course-
lovingly

Most of us, are our own harshest critics.
You are a special and unique creation of all that is great.
We all fall short in expectations of ourselves sometimes.
But just know that it happens to all of us, not just you.
If there is one thing that we all have in common?
We are all absolutely perfect at being imperfect.
You are not alone.💕

You are only defeated when internally you have given up and in.

Strength to overcome is in the soil of our own root system.
It may be over watered at times with tears of anxiety or angst.
But that will only preserve our soil for when we are dry and saharan.

Life teaches us new things every day without fail.
Learn and grow from our lessons every day.

Age is just a number.
It is a healthy state of mind - a remembrance of a sage collection of life's lessons.

Have a one of a kind day in the most unique and best possible way.
Love thy neighbor for we know not what troubles them.
💕

TheConcretePoet Mar 2021

💕Chicago inspired💕

as Chicago once sang;

"i was acting as if- you were lucky to have me, doing you a favor"

-nope-
that's untrue

rather;
you are lucky
to have them

humble love
humble appreciation
humble addiction
for living life

it's a serum
it's an elixir
it's a potion
made with
100% unselfishness and love

we all stumble
the mightiest have fallen

get back up

don't look to
cast blame

drink that potion and spread your humble love

a love free of strings
a Phil Collins "groovy kind of love"
an unselfish love

we are here but once

don't be a "hard habit to break"

but rather;
be a habit that no one should want to break

I love you all tremendously!
💕💕💕

https://youtu.be/b7MwgByxPs8

TheConcretePoet Mar 2021

3 dates with death

I have blazed a path of imperfection

I raced towards my flaws from every direction

I had no brakes and didn't need them

My imperfections were a sense of freedom

Now I'm the turtle and no longer the hare

I'm slower-
I'm methodical-
I have so much to share

to bare

Last July was ironically the 'perfect' storm for this man

My heart ...
it stopped beating,
Yep...
3 times I had left this land

Dead they pronounced me not once but
yes thrice

I was all out of luck,
no more rolls of the dice

My heart was not ready to give up and quit

Perfectly imperfect but here I still sit

Not sure for how long with the storm clouds in view

Hey thunder-
hey lightning-
I'm no longer afraid of either one of you

I've already lived through the deadliest of storms you see

I've already been dead not only one time...
but three

The Buffalo General morgue was not ready for me

No tag on my toe.....
Nope-
For death I was not ready

TheConcretePoet Mar 2021

art that fills her frame

her picture frames,
they hold
only pictures
of you

without you,
her frames
are blank
canvases
of endless
cold

you are when
she learned
that love
was hot,
and
could actually
grow

without you,
she has
no pictures
for her
frames
to hold

you are
the only love
that she,
has wantingly
ever known

'she cries'
- new
with you
my love,
will never
get old

be the art,
that fills
her frame;
her priceless art
to never
be sold

a short poem inspired by this amazing Chicago song.

https://youtu.be/kGU_-fnSQI8

TheConcretePoet Feb 2021

the good ol' days

i remember when-

i enjoyed
chocolate chip
pancakes when
my doctor
allowed it

smothered in
2 pats of real butter
and drowned
in maple syrup

now?

after my doctor
took all of my fun away

now i sit here
with my dry
whole wheat
toast and a
cup of decaf

while dreaming of
chocolate chip pancakes with 4 pats of real butter and dressed in a life preserver so not to drown in a quart of maple syrup

Who am I kidding?

with a side of salty pork sausage and bacon

i'd eat my own foot if it were fried in butter and wrapped in bacon

TheConcretePoet Feb 2021

🌻

the sun,
it shines with
positivity

it shower's
smiles that
defy
earth's gravity

it warms
the heart
sets aflame
the spirit

spreading joy
and passion
to anyone that's
near it