I was young at one time in my life.
I then matured and looked for a soulmate, my wife.
Full of passion, there was nothing I could not do, could not fix.
Throws of passion filled days and nights led to children, to the sum of six.
Three daddie's girls and three momma's boys.
Oh what perfect balance, oh what a joy.
A stay at home mom is what was in need.
So I blue collared my calloused hands till they hurt, till they'd bleed.
On one blue collar check we always managed to get by.
My wife not only great with our children, but she'd always have our money mysteriously multiply.
Those days have now passed, most of our children are all grown up and gone.
I look back to when I toiled relentlessly to provide, when I worked my hands clean down to the bone.
It's worth now is priceless, perhaps forgotten about by our children but not by myself and my wife.
When we were young we gave it all, everything we had, to give our six children the best possible life.
Now we have grandchildren and we smile so proudly, beaming, remembering what we have accomplished.
Together my wife and I created our own little community, siblings with numbers and love, something we always wished.
So now its our children's time to be young as my wife and I once were and admire their own passions, their very own dreams.
And its time for us to enjoy the sunrises and sunsets as our children begin to create their own little teams.

The climactic colors of Fall will always leave me in awe.

A fresh cool crisp breeze readying me for the approaching Winter freeze.

I wave goodbye to Summer's unclean feeling and sweat, with absolutely not a shred of hesitation nor regret.

Bring me trick or treaters, pumpkins and scarecrows in the field, bring a welcome pause of work for my aging body to heal.

My eyes feed my soul as I gasp at Autumn's beauty and power, whilst I patiently wait for a new beginning and Spring's commitment to bringing April showers.

...we are all God's lovely and intricate perennial flowers.

those with
diseased branches
will always
be rooted out.

by an unrelenting,
path
paving
tornadic spout.

truth creates
a destructive
vortex to
one's true
colors.

on the wind's
of shadows
blow the
counterfeit
dollars.

tend not
to the
circus of
charade.

never fall
prey to a
costume of
masquerade.

dark
cloudy lies
this tornado
may rain.

an umbrella
of sage will
save you
the pain.

keep the
streets clean
of your own
ignorant
blood stain.

⚰💔⚰

Trees in bloom
Irish shades of green
Curb - side puddles
Avian nourishment
Feral life line;

Claps of thunder
Cracks of lightning
Tulips in Crayola box hues
Blossoms of cherry
Lawnmower engines race;

Open windowed cars
Sun bathing convertible'ists
Honks of impatient drivers
Oranged coned pathway
The flagger of traffic;

BBQ aroma'd air
Dogs on leashed walks
Splashing screams from backyard pools
Ice cream truck melodies to be heard
Unmistakable smells​ of suntan lotion;

Slow it down
This isn't the Daytona 500
Enjoy the sounds of the carnival
Enjoy a full mooned bonfire
Enjoy the company it keeps
Soak in everything Spring and Summer
Soon winter's snow will sure to be deep.

Remember when your love for me and life grew?
Ahem...

I would die for you.

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

You are
a love poem
that I will
keep -
just
for me

There is an
undeniable
sexiness that
attaches itself to
the humble

The brash
and the
braggart
are the
relationships
that crumble

Speak softly
of others
while speaking
not much
of you

Strength lives
in silence
and breeds
incredible
sexiness too



Đaviđ

We poets lay down our hearts as blankets so that you need not ***** your own feet.
We poets are the lyrics of every country song and rhythm'd beat.
We poets play a little guitar and we sing a little too.
We poets are pretty fun company, there is worse that you could do.
We poets express our emotions with more than words
you see.
We poets can be the get away, from life's reality.
Here are my emotions, here is this poet's heart.
Please try to be kind, it's had enough of being torn apart.
We poets are the muses and the poems that we write.
The prose that we piece together whether fantasizing morning or night.
We poets we love without being loved.
Our love snugly fits,
like a hand in a glove.

The heart;

it quivers-
it pumps-
it carries
an imperative
rhythm and
a beat

it circulates
a blood of life
vocabulary
so poetically
unique

it speaks
a language
of love
beyond critique

thump thump

thump thump

shhhh
listen

the language
of love will
guide you
over any ****

Love not
because you
"have to"
-
love because
it overflows
from your heart

The air
around you
will no longer
feel heavy
but rather;

from anvils
and albatrosses

to feathers
and butterflies
will life's
winds prevail

Allow love
to be
that
gentle breeze
in your
sail

There is
undervalued power
in forgiveness

Dive in


Đaviđ
🙏🏻💞🙏🏻
TheConcretePoet

Living
Inside
Fractured
Edges

I
may have
traveled
through
madness

but,

at the end
of those
travels?

I have
found
myself.

long ago,
my instinct was
to always
stand in
front of the
crowd.

be sure
to be seen
with hands
waving
feverishly,
here
i am.

but alas
as years have
rushed by,
i now have
no want
of being
loud.

in my youth
i was a
lion but now
with
maturity and
wisdom,
i am but
a lamb.

👂❤💔👂

This is written for anyone that may have lived this life or are living it now in their own personal lives.

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So; what's this all about?
What is my purpose?
The "purpose" of my life upon this Earth?
Am I here to be an inspirational Oak tree that leans stoically into the wind?
A floe of ice that casually floats towards Niagara's Falls?
Or am I the worm of nourishment that is found aplenty after nature's rain?
Or the keen bird's eye that locks in on the worm from afar?
Am I that ray of sunlight that
always seems to brighten your darkest days?

I'd love to be the aroma of a bonfire under the moon and stars that,
you long for and crave.
In life- while I am here;
You can taste the outside edges of me, of course.
Or choose to dive deep and taste the very deepest parts of me.
In death;
My absence may haunt you.
Haunt your fantasies that now,....
will never come true.
But listen;
listen to
your heart
right now,
I am here for many things indeed.
Perhaps I am also here to one day fill,
your very own deepest and most secretive need?

Whatever your case may be;
listen to your heart...
it longs to be free.

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

expiration date
unknown-
since last July
anticipation
has grown-
test after
test my
cardiologist
prescribes-
my heart
is literally
broken is how
she describes-
every day
i wake up
is a gift
from my
heart-
praising Jesus
is now how
every morning
does start-

The doctor said;

6 months to live

It might has well have been tomorrow

Loss,
I have experienced loss at a personal level of which,
only my soul,
my broken heart,
and my mind can
comprehend.

"Personally" is the key word here.

Everyone has experienced "loss" and everyone deals with loss in their own unique way.

Some may think to themselves;
ha, you don't know what loss is until ..... fill in the blank.

Well guess what?
You're not me and I am not you.

Another part of my life that absolutely traumatized me was my divorce to my first wife of which I did not seek.

I lost more than her, more than family....
I lost my very first 2 children that were essentially babies.

I know what some of you may be thinking;
but no one died David.

But that's where you're wrong!

A huge part of me DIED that day and left me
bitter,
confused,
lost,
in pain,
angry,
and dead to a high degree.

Those 2 babies were my world.
They were my
4 seasons of life.
They were my very reason for life.
And that was stolen away from my heart and my soul.
Which....left a huge part of me dead.

Today?

Well.....

today I am still dead but I just hide my death better.

I am forever misunderstood and I have learned to be okay with that.

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

the tick

the tock

take that
sound
seriously

that's the
sound of
your life
running away
on the
clock

I surrender to feelings of which I crave,
the thoughts of chance and misbehave.
I surrender tears of love and pain,
memories raw, unfiltered, invade my brain.
I surrender now, I have weakened some,
once the might of many, now just one.
I surrender to the inevitable, I see because I must,
my faith and love in you, I trust.