Run Aground
Arr, Matey! Me ship has run aground,
In this shallow world, I search for character, but none to be found.
Through me spyglass, a foggy, distant world, unclear,
This incessant devil bird squawking in me ear.
A chest full of silver, gold, and jewels galore,
But what I treasure most is a love forevermore.
Categories:
arr, dark, desire, emotions, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
Thee overthier sed whet?
Put pint darn, spek thou tripe!
Thou must oo-n thy own thoughts
Went aside thou harse tuther day
Heard waling tuther side thy do-or.
Arrghh, tis whet thee sed? Nowt!
Eeeh, but sed nowt that’ll change mi mind!
Went to fieght too much thou does thee!
Feight, I’ll feight thi! Lay-off thou lass thy will.
Nippers too anall,
Ere owt else thy-arr#do, I’ll meet thee an’ theell know wiv met!
Theell know alreet thy will laughing tuther seed heed thyll be!
Cocky little sh#te!
Categories:
arr, abuse, anger, children, conflict,
Form: Free verse
This is what a woman's about when they dress just
To go out
What's the weather like sunshine or raining now I know
Let me explain.
Shall I wear jeans boootcut or crop the ones that go
With my little white top.
No my tight dress to show off my figure (ARR) my bum look
Massive I will wear something bigger.
Maybe my short dress I think I will look qute no I need to
Look smart I wiil put on my suit.
So now for shoes flat or with heel the clothes I put on
Show how I feel.
But I stop in mid thought there's no way of winning
I will put on the clothes I had on at the beginning.
Categories:
arr, fun,
Form: Free verse
playing around
playing with sound
quadraphonic engulfing
me so
i start off
simply being
me me me me
me eee ee e
so what so
what sooo wha
soo what so
try it again
defining
myself
elf ell
maddeningly
juggling
sound
starting with
an egg and
a wooden
chair with
a chain
saw
BEGIN
egg leg chain
chair saw egg
ggg arr charrr
ehhhh awww
errr gah chah
cha cha oh my
god i've chu
cuh cuh cut
my arm
off
Categories:
arr, muse,
Form: I do not know?
Morning on Lake Rhapsody
Standing on her shore
Quiet beauty surrounds one
Gentle sounds still everywhere
Soothing eyes and ears
Soft golden light rising
Tall timber ridge aglow
Silken voice of loon
Telling tales of yesterday
Water's surface so calm
Nature's perfect mirror
Upside down yet lovely
Reflecting magnificence without ego
To be so lucky
Floating on her body
Ripples of gentle love
Tapping sweetly on canoe
A vision glimmering forever
Held eternally in mind
Precious high country jewel
Never losing her sparkle
Lady of the mountains
Friend to every creature
There when many leave
There when they return
Rivers....her outstretched arms
Waiting to embrace you
Babbling brooks....her fingers
Waiting to caress you
Haunting mist dances wistfully
From Rhapsody's cooling breast
Animals singing her praise
Liquid life given silently
Copyright 2019 Robert William Gruhn A.R.R.
Categories:
arr, beauty, nature,
Form: Dramatic Verse
JUST STEPS AWAY
Seconds turning to minutes
Minutes becoming those hours
Hours rise setting into days
Days spinning to weeks
Years greeting me with many birthdays
Still, one hundred only a flash
Realizing when I was born
Just steps away from forever
Copyright 2019 Robert William Gruhn A.R.R.
Categories:
arr, irony, perspective,
Form: Dramatic Verse
An umbrella moves
through the rain
and in between each drop
emptiness
Morning’s injured light
far from the sun
trips over rooftops
into the wind’s mouth
passing over my eyes
I hear footsteps
alone on the sidewalk
alone in the rain
only to stop and wait
for a dream or a green light
From the sidelines
a burly boom
of far-off thunder
Time passes even darker
Raindrops tangle in my hair
raindrops sadder than anything
Neruda has written
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©dah / dahlusion 2016 a.r.r.
"Sadder Than Anything" was first published
in The Recusant, UK
Categories:
arr, dark, december, metaphor, sad,
Form: Free verse
These jagged crashing glows,
Searing my memories,
Welded to turning pages in this brain.
White hot flashes,
Becoming cold and lonely,
Lie dormant in that past.
Yet every now and then,
A spark arises from a smoldering hope,
Though still just a glimmer of a once blinding light.
Love,
Gently thundering in my head,
Bolting now swiftly,
Almost as quickly as it came.
Finding myself hiding in an occasional cloudy dream,
Caught up briefly in burning thoughts of unreality,
Then woken so rudely by this morning's bright beginning,
Alone, again.
Copyright 2004 Robert William Gruhn A.R.R.
Categories:
arr, dark, loneliness, war,
Form: Free verse
I am not normal no one is ..
Far inside the feeling exists
Round and round I go over it
Where is it ?
It ceiced to be .. no bell ring
Engraved set thoughts to be
implicated into eachother
As they continue no matter
Links are made and i batter
Which arr the myths which are the truths ..
How bitter ... i may feel if I declare a myth from a glare
Acquire wits
Accelerated emotions ..
Bewildered if not listened
Obvious is already known
Feel so deep I hate to repeat ..
Perception is quick
Subconscious level is real ..
l
Converse and express
The emotions deflection..
With enthusiastic rhythm of convention..
Expecting returned mutual appreciation..
No recess
Just distress
thoughts are making
me feel lovely but also unordered. .. uterly groundless and bounded ..
My heart entangles
My thoughts hurt me , and its like subconcious bullets.. running through my neutral paths...
At last ... its hard maybe its better if you love your simple life , i am not like that ..
If you are me ,then you're welcome to engage and feel the words I now set free ..
Categories:
arr, confusion, identity, me, memory,
Form: Free verse
Aye and ’tis a bonnie glen
And for us the Laird’s enclave
Dinna fush the soldiers’ menace
‘Tis this moment that He gave.
And we gaither ‘neath the stars
And we tak the wine and bread
And we cleave with benediction
To each Word arr Saviour said.
This is Church
Mind not the dampness
And the laing hike to and fro’
For the Pastor of our choosin’
Meets us here, and helps us grow.
Though he lives just like an ootcast
With a price upon his head
He can still preach Heaven doon t’us
And we treasure all he said.
Sure ’tis hard times we endure
For the One King of our Kirk
Jesus, here, atop this hillside
And His glorious finished work.
And a lark flits kindly by us
And a sheep bleats out content
And we learn through sterling sufferin’
What the hunted Psalmist meant.
Hebrews 11: 38
(well spoken of the Scottish Covenanters of the mid 1600's)
Categories:
arr, christian, history,
Form: Pastoral
I enter the solstice
to hear snow falling
where winter leads the way
Along a childhood memory
snow labored painfully
sweeping the landscape
with heavy shoulders
of white surrender
It seemed a great distance
from Grandmother’s house
to the barn
where the icy sky
bellowed a deep freeze
over shivering fields
of forgotten cattails
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from my sixth book-length manuscript
©dah / dahlusion 2013, 2016 a.r.r.
“Cattails” was first published in
‘Jelllyfish Whispers’ a literary magazine
Categories:
arr, weather,
Form: Free verse
My cousin chaos,
is very much like me.
My cousin chaos,
can
do bad things, you see?
He wr
eaks havoc among people,
packs, cl
an s and prides.
He taught me how to do so, too,
and s o
I do, rig
ht by his side.
We conf use, scare, and blind,
the results are always funny.
Call us
if you need trouble,
But be warned: We arr
not s
unny.
We can kill if we want,
we don't think of it as a sin.
We are bloodt
hirsty,
and that's how it's been.
My cousi
n chaos,
is ve ry much like me.
My cousin cha
os,
can do bad things, you see?
I did one of the poems where four lines make a stanza. It's ABCB for the rhyme scheme.
Categories:
arr, conflict, confusion, corruption, crazy,
Form: Free verse
My cousin chaos,
is very much like me.
My cousin chaos,
can
do bad things, you see?
He wr
eaks havoc among people,
packs, cl
an s and prides.
He taught me how to do so, too,
and s o
I do, rig
ht by his side.
We conf use, scare, and blind,
the results are always funny.
Call us
if you need trouble,
But be warned: We arr
not s
unny.
We can kill if we want,
we don't think of it as a sin.
We are bloodt
hirsty,
and that's how it's been.
My cousi
n chaos,
is ve ry much like me.
My cousin cha
os,
can do bad things, you see?
I did one of the poems where four lines make a stanza. It's ABCB for the rhyme scheme.
Categories:
arr, conflict, confusion, corruption, crazy,
Form: Free verse
What does it feel like to die?
When last breath gets expelled
When final bell sounds
When heart find peace
And minds cease
Do you hear the deafing shot?
Or just the firepin
Click
Do your ears ring
Or is there just calm
Do you know
That it is your last breath
Do you feel
the blood slowing down
Do you hear
The ever so quite thud of heart
Suddenly stop?
What does it sound like?
Oceans roaring
Wind howling
Rain falling
Or just
Nothing?
What does it taste like?
Steel
Blood
Or the sweetest
Taste you'll ever know
What does it feel like
This death
We know so little about
Is there truly a light
At the of the tunnel?
Arr there wings fluttering by?
Maybe it truly is happy
Maybe there is a warmth
A glow
A sudden smile
Of content
Or is it just over
Quite
Black
Cold
What does it feel like?
Categories:
arr, death, suicide,
Form: Free verse
IT is truly the SCOURGE of Humankind!
Copyright 2016 Robert William Gruhn A.R.R.
Categories:
arr, analogy, history,
Form: Narrative
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