depth appears
to be elusive
en masse.
shallowness is abundant like weeds in the grass.
beneath the
Pacific ocean
is 'Challenger Deep'.
the deepest of
all deep waters
at 36,200 feet.
and then you have the sea of Azov at less than
3 feet which could never refresh a wanting soul,
in a sultry summer's heat.
depth is mysteriously different,
filled with
hold your breath unknowns and
butterfly intrigue.
listen to depth's secrets as it crashes against the shoreline.
depth has so much to say
in so little time.
the shallows have no ability nor care to hear depth opine.
they stand in a puddle,
on surfaces
they dine.
dare to breach
depth's surface
and be fully ready to sink.
depth and substance are
the two most exquisite qualities,
be it in
a person
or a poem
in ink.

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
👷🏻‍♂️

You have once again allowed my earthly soul to mingle with the earthly souls of others.
I have awakened from an evening's slumber to slowly remove my bed's covers.
A morning person I am.... all chatty and full of smiles.
But don't you worry...I eventually hush myself after while.
It's just that, when my eyes first open, I feel like there is so much to do.
Like...sharing myself with the world ..and my poetry too.
Always humbled by any like soul that reads my words.
I rise, I try to shine...I serenade you all like dawn's chatty birds.
My second chance at life will not be wasted.
From dawn to dusk each day will be thoughtfully tasted.
To then at day's end... lay my head down on my pillows to rest.
And dream of more sunsets on the horizon off to my west.

....to awaken once more
....standing in awe at life's door
....and sharing myself with those in need of an encore.

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
👷🏻‍♂️

One summer 3am morning my life would change forever.

   Like days without darkness.

    A shadow to mingle with mine.

On Hertel avenue about 1/4 mile from Niagara street I walked alone.

        After a divorce I never wanted, and the broken heart of a Father that loved his 2 children to the moon, to the sun and back.

        Two children I would no longer hear screaming Daddy's home...Daddy's home any longer.

  I scraped up strength some days to live, just to feel human again I would venture out after a long day of concrete.

       Until that one 3am summer morning...

            As I walked home, I noticed half a block away, coming in my direction, 3 young women.

  I thought nothing of it and just kept walking towards them.

       Humble with a side of insecurity fresh from my divorce still weighing upon me, I didn't even raise my head up to look at the women as we passed one another...I didn't even say hi.

           Not even looking back I continued my travels home until I heard, " hey you, come back here" !

   Unsure, I shyly began walking back to the 3 women as they did the same.

        Once within arms distance one young woman said, "she thinks that you're hot" as she pointed to the young attractive brunette named appropriately enough, Dawn, as we stood in front of one another on the cusp of dawn.

           I stuttered, thrown off guard yet I managed to mutter out loud, "oh really" with a great big half moon smile on my face.

   Which is when the attractive young brunette bashfully replied, "Yes, yes I do" !

        She reached into her tiny black ecliptic shaped purse and pulled out what looked like a tube of lipstick and torn piece of paper.

   That young attractive brunette began writing on that piece of torn paper with that lipstick as I stood there awkwardly in silence.

         She reached out to me and handed me the torn piece of paper with her telephone number on it accompanied by her name, Dawn, written in a red rose shade of red.

           She smiled as bright as the sun peeking out from behind the moon as she looked at me and said, "call me sometime, I will be waiting".

  Clumsily once more I fumbled my words and replied " sure I will...
errrrrr I mean, I will for sure" !

        And just like that the chance encounter was over.

   The 3 young women began walking away from me and once again I continued my walk home.

     And after that chance encounter, I understood what love really was .....

     I married that young attractive brunette woman named Dawn.
My love for her has eclipsed any love I have ever known or will ever know.

            Like the moon enveloping the sun during a solar eclipse, Dawn's love has enveloped my heart.

  The only difference being.....is, this total eclipse lasts forever.

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
👷🏻‍♂️

my life has changed forever

from normal, my everyday life now does sever

july 4th weekend, fireworks were going off inside of me

my racing heart had finally brought me to bended knee

afib, supraventricular tachycardia...

congestive heart failure was my flava'

rushed to the icu...

sign these here papers the doctor asked me to do

we've exhausted all medicines, all of them we've went through

i ask, can i call my wife in case i never speak to her again

there was no answer, it was the most scared and alone i ever felt then

icu doctors huddled and staring at me like i am a mystery

they shock me and send thousands of volts of electricity through me

the paddles burn and welt
my chest and back

my room filled with chaos it certainly did not lack

bells and alarms made my ears want to cry

lying there thinking....it was my time to die.

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet Part Deux'
👷🏻‍♂️

let me know...
when you
think that
you have
at
long last
reached
my soul

odds are
that with me...?

you've yet
to pay
your specific
toll

i can be
a rogue wave
or i can be
cooling mist
on a
hot and humid
summer's day

you can
only hope
to "think"
that you
know me

i still have
layers that
you will
probably
never see

i'm an enigma
and i am
something that
you would never
bet against

but....

i am the
good time
that you
would
certainly
never regret

i'm the cream
in the
middle of
your oreo

i can be
......
your favorite
song on
the radio.

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
-👷🏻‍♂️-

this year,

there were
no aromas
of fairs
or festivals
to fill
the air

just the
essence of
burning wood
by the shore
to share

the
hot summer
night
left her
hungry and
thirsty

each drink
she would
celebrate the
stars in
the sky that
made her
irresistibly
flirty

she begged
the moon
to undress her,
kiss her
******* and
*******
and make
love to her
by the fire

kissing and
exploring
every
soft curve
on her body
of which
he never
would tire

suddenly she....

******
her hips hard
against his
mouth into
a climactic
unique filled
desire

after exhaling
many a
"oh fxxks" ...
she lied there
satisfied,
vulnerable
and whispered...

"i hope that you're single
with any
good luck?"

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
-👷🏻‍♂️-

I stare up at the smoke detector on the ceiling as it blinks like a red street light.
Why does a smoke detector have my attention?
Not sure but,
the ceiling is pure white like a sky filled with clouds.
The walls are battleship grey that bring in storm after storm.
The room is chilled by ac which brings a chill down my spine like after a storm's rain brings a storm's wind behind it.
The smell of burning wood from the campfire next door now seeps into my bedroom.
The smoke detector still blinking in that pure white cloudy sky now looks like a ufo.
I tug my sheet up to neck in case any aliens fall from my smoke detector and turn out to be vampire aliens.
I wait for total darkness to soon overcome my bedroom, it always does every night.
It's then that my eyes get heavy and I forget what I was writing about....🤷🏻‍♂️

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
-👷🏻‍♂️-

by the river...
trying to leave
my anxiety
by the shore.

the sand flys
and boat engines
revving become more.

all i want is my heart to slow and my deep breaths to endure.

birds singing,
the sound of waves crashing up against the wall are my cure.

my heart rate has slowed and my gasping for air has slowed for sure.

if you loved me, your unselfishness would be pure.

but instead, more anxiety and angst is your lure.

it's then that i question your womanly demure.

am i the suspect or am i the juror?

never allow your own past to create a lifelong blur.

it only leads to more....to endure.

i am more than an everyday Puuuuuurrrr.

stretch kitty stretch...i know that you think that you're better for me than her.

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
-👷🏻‍♂️-

It's like watching the sun melt into the horizon at sunset.

It's two sets of eyes locking into one another's like neodymium magnets.

From afar you, yourself, anticipate the moment that their lips taste the others.

Chemistry builds as does the heat now watching two, impassioned lovers.

The moon could fall right next to them and they wouldn't even notice it there.

Loving deeply as one, which once were a pair.

Gasping for breath,
they are now each other's air.



'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
-👷🏻‍♂️-

making love in the rain

thank God for the rain, that puts out the fire


'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
-👷🏻‍♂️-

Roses...

roses are breathtakingly beautiful in full bloom •

Alluring,
even seductive
when held
between
one's lips •

Unpetal'd,
it is still
a rose but,
with thorns •

Unbloomed and unessenced it may
occasionally
be •

But a rose,
is still a rose afterall •

Thorns and all •

The thorns
are to
protect itself
from the
unworthy •

Be sure
that you're worthy
to inhale
and grasp
its magical
beauty •

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
-👷🏻‍♂️-

spare me the
painted face
of liability.

make love
to me with
the face
you were born,
naturally.


'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
-👷🏻‍♂️-

do you
remember
that night
under a
full moon's
light?

i remember,

i remember it
like the
unique smell
of a
'flicked'
zippo lighter
on a
full moon's
summer
night.

-

    love

does not

           always

                follow

    all of

             the

         instructions.