I watch as a lifeless limb drifts down the river of life.
I watch as a storm cloud races across an otherwise empty sky of blue.

I watch these things , I watch....
I always watch these things.

I watch a brilliant flame extinguished and waft away a wisp of smoke.
I watch as a leaf falls from its tree never to be one again.

I watch these things, I watch....
I always watch these things.

I watch as raindrops fall from the sky,
I watch them nourish God's green earth.

I watch these things , I watch....
I always watch these things.

I watch the firefly bring light to the evening sky,
I watch the spider spin its masterpiece,

I watch these things , I watch....
I always watch these things.

I watch the sun fall beneath the horizon as darkness takes up residence.
I watch the moon but just one half, the other half playfully hides.

I watch these things , I watch....
I always watch these things.

I watch the bird out on the wire and marvel at its balance.
I watch as stars fight to outshine one another in a beautifully moonlit sky.

I watch these things , I watch....
I always watch these things.

I watch the envious, as green as the first summer's day,
I watch their greenness turn to red, as rage has now consumed them.

I watch these things , I watch....
I always watch these things.

I watch the homeless sift through trash,
I watch this as my heart is heavy, my eyes begin to water.

I watch these things , I watch....
I always watch these things.

I watch the evil get rewarded and carry on unscathed.
I watch the good have to fight epic battles just to live another day.

I watch these things , I watch....
I always watch these things.

I watch a mother hug their newborn,
I watch the cycle of this life,

I watch these things , I watch ....
I always will watch these things!

"Relationship in colors"

You've always been my blue
The way the sky just pours down on me and you

You've always been my pink
Delicate and mesmerizing, you cause well built ships to sink

You've always been my yellow
The sunflower that lovingly greets me goodbye and hello

You've always been my green
Walking along side thee, heads turn attentively, in envy

You've always been my white
Crisp, clean and angelic, for your love I will fight

You've always been violet
Your love is like purple rain and the only love that is climactic in the quiet

You've always been my black
In the night time you are naughty but beautiful light you never lack

You've always been my orange
My favorite color and a love that I keep in storage

You've always been my red
You're a red rose and the definition of love that keeps me never lonely in my bed

You've always been my brown
You have the love that I wish, to never put down

I just wrote this.
Colors, their vibrancy and meaning are unique to all of us.
Write your own?

I love you all.
Good morning
Đaviđ
💞🙏🏻💞

privy
to nothing,
inherently
oblivious-
naked,
no clothing.
empty
streets,
eyes of
the night
don't see.
mana
weeps from
the
tortured sky,
its power
creates
a
zoo like
primal cry.
obstacles
animate
and
steal
your breath,
space
confined...
so close
to
death.
as each
cloud falls
it drags
down
the stars,
the moon
and its
craters...
they
mimic
your
scars.

the ebon
  sky was
dark
    tonight,

because....

every time
   that i
think about
      you...

    stars
  
    f
     a
     l
    l

from
  the sky.

If darkness can get darker,
I've been there.
Not once or twice.
Darkness being midnight,
a pack of wolves surrounded I have dared.
Fear of my own mortality has long been at nil.
I carry two legs of the enormously labored,
and eyes that bare witness to an unwanted hill.
In death I want my spirit to finally lay most perfectly still.

I have a
  valid question.

Why do some
  folks try to
treat this
  as a
      dating site?

I mean,
  listen;

   I am here
to read
    other "poet's"
work and to
  share mine
as well.

Please stop
  inboxing me
about things
   that do not
pertain to
   the reason
that we are all
  supposed to
be here for....

poetry.

I'm not here
  to make
videos or have
  some weirdos
   inboxing and
asking me where
   I live and....

I am sure
that you can
    figure out
the rest.

Stick to
   poetry please
or I will
   block you.

Thank you.

I
  
   left

     my

honey

         on

her lips.

          It

    left

                her

all

         abuzz.

     She

          was anxious

    for

                the

sting.

During the
winter,
the ceramic tile
floor reminded
me of you

During the early
spring,
the dead trees
reminded
me of you

During the summer,
the suffocating
heat reminded
me of you

During the
fall,
its
-warm
-full of life
-breathable
traits,
did not remind
me of you

Hence,
why we're
           through

The completion
of me,
    could never
happen with
        you

a softly
woven fabric,

so finely woven
together
in various hues
that mimic
your soft
inviting
delicious lips.

warming,
  like your
lips and
curvacious body on
   a winter's
night beside
  the fire
as they
  intertwine
with mine.

   you,

    you
wear flannel
  and flannel
becomes
   mesmerizing...

breathtaking,
  and loses its
harder edge.

   when you
wear,
   only flannel?

it makes
  more than
just the
    edges hard.

"Flannel"

like the
   sensual
feeling of
     a warm
summertime
    waterfall

c
  a
    s
      c
         a
            d
               i
                 n
                    g

down your
  naked body...

   so do

a

  good
poet's

  w
      o
         r
           d
            s

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'
👷🏻‍♂️

I get it... ..


i do.

Perhaps I'm not
your sunrise or sunset

But maybe,

you or your landscape is a
poem of prose
left for the
ages..  

whether read
or not

you may
be the
bike but,
i peddle

the mountains
  would never
move for me

so,

i had to
  climb,

each and
  every one
and then,

exhaustingly...

   scale down
the
    other side.

mountain
   after
mountain... ..

   made a man
out of
  a little boy.

life,
   is not easy
to survive
  for little boys.

little boys:

  might i
suggest,

  climbing a
mountain
     or two.

Listen to the calm surfaced river.
Shhhh....just listen.

As the blazing sun shines like diamonds upon it and glistens...

with lack of words or sound;

remember:

today's quiet river is still full of mystery and quite profound.

Đaviđ

If I laid next to her,
I know that I would want more.

'Cause, when I look at her,
all of her,
I get these feelings inside of me that are unique,
feelings within my deepest core that only she seems to kindle.

It's a fire,
a warmth,
that always seems to exist inside me, whenever she is in my presence whether it is mid summer or winter.

I fantasize of one day holding her tightly, greedily while I am awake at work or deep within my sleep.

I just want to know if what I am feeling is....

Is this love?

why does he
even bother
leaving in
this place,
   his poetry?

minimal to
  non existent
is the
   appreciation
from the
  hes and
the shes.

artistically
   arranged words
do not stir
  the souls of
these folks
      indeed.

but alas,
   i will
continue to
leave you all
    my heart's
     key...

    leave you all
my scars
   and wounds
       that have
never healed.

i have never
   been one to
keep my
     feelings nor
  my heart
concealed.

ignoring my
  gift that i
    share with
you all
        for free...

i won't lie,
    it hurts
sometimes like
      i have been
stung by
  42 bees.

rather....
    41 because
one friend
  reads and
     appreciates
  my
free poetry,
         religiously.

and we all
    know...

who is she.

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

love,

   far too
often now... ..

  appears
in my
  
     rear view
mirror.

it's a
   stranger
in the night.

    it's... ..
endless nights
   of dense fog
a sea.

it's an
  empty bed.



   if found?

my only
  reward
can possibly
     BE,

   love... .. .

they say
  that,
one can not
  help whom
they are
    attracted to.

you'll
  have to
forgive me
  if i never
apologize
    to you.

she squeezes
  my face
with her
   silky  
upper thighs.

locking
  my face into position,
   my arms wrapped
  strongly around her waist....

  i take a deep breath.

gyrating hips,
   panting moans are telling
   no lies.

guiding,
   pressing firm her hands
   to the
back of
    my head.

Please...please!!!!

don't you
stop are
   her heavy breathed cries.

and all
   the while
i'm humming
   the song -
"She's my cherry pie".



'Yours and everyone's concrete-poet'

far to many
  humans are
only capable
  of living in
one moment
   at a time.

where as i
  live in
many,
  so many
moments
  at once.

especially those
  that have
yet to have
     even
  happened.

despondent
  with layers
of suicide
  enveloping me.

  vibrant
colors of
  death above
me and
  below my feet.

hues only
  mastered
in octobers
  and novembers.

leaves and
  their exquisitely
beautiful demise
  had me pondering how
   beautiful
death could be.

   would i be
the leaf glued
  to the wet
pavement
  forever or
  would i be
the one
   picked up by
the wind
   to live again?

i wrestled
   with death
under that
   autumn's tree

it's there....
  i learned about
hanging on
   and serenity.