Best Gruhn Poems
Ears listening to only their lies,
And their lies speaking only to them,
Trying to be quiet yet still screaming,
Drowning in rants never heard,
So concise but not too clear,
Imprisoned in thoughts of obsession,
Muttering useless ancient literary rules,
In love with yet hating poetic expressions,
Foreign to their limited constrained imaginations,
Trapped behind walls of old thought,
Grasping yet never holding reality,
While visions of punctuation and conformity crowd their tiny unexpanded
minds,
Judging without thinking one step ahead,
Thinking thoughts that kill their judgement,
Still their bodies move forward to nowhere,
Their voices the only sound left to comfort them,
Unaware of love just beneath their windows,
Desolation blinds their desperate micro-management brains,
In pathetic awe of ancient written rules,
Never really meant for ones of their ilk,
For they were penned for poets of consciousness,
Aware their times and rules would surely end,
Were never truly meant for all the centuries,
Suffocating in the dust of a past they never lived,
Afraid of new ideas of written expression,
Created from the minds of what they fear most,
Free thinking writers unafraid of literary change,
And still,
They talk and talk and talk, saying absolutely nothing.
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
Come walk with me through God's country
Leaves crackling beneath our feet
Nary a breeze
Just a soft touch of dew against our cheeks
Many trails for us to choose
Still....no matter which one we do
I'm sure any should lead to beauty
Now traveling down our chosen path
Realizing this is a different world
From whence we came
Free of city sounds
So quiet....except for nature's songs
A chattering squirrel scampering up a tree
The eagle
Her wings lifting her from lofty redwood perch
Free to soar above this glorious canopy of life
Then as we round a bend in our journey
A babbling brook so sweetly clear
Quenches a mother deer
Her baby fawn by her side
What lovely peaceful creatures
Oh what lessons we could learn from them
Looking skyward to the tops of these majestic trees
So lucky we are
To stand among them
These living breathing towers
Many over 2,000 years in growth
Magnificent monuments to nature
Already saplings before Jesus Christ's birth
He came here then to save us all
Would it not make sense to save these great trees
These living reminders of the gift of our creation
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
Rowing from sunken hell
Back to forgotten lands
Legs unready for earth
Slamming genius poetic art
So go tiny minds
Lost in central thought
Unaware of truth's reality
Making love to mirror
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
....Can fall on deaf ears:
And if not,
Can hurt more than you know,
Later,
Regrets hanging out on a line,
Waiting to be forgiven,
Some will be,
Others left blowing in a lonely breeze,
Have to be even more careful,
In a small town like this,
These walls have ears,
The windows have eyes,
Greeted by empty streets when you appear,
Friendly neighbor now your judge,
All his sad secrets,
Safely tucked into his vest,
Heaven forbid should his past be revealed,
Voice now speaking quiet lies,
Raised only in righteous accusation,
Of faults you've never dismissed,
Yet want to hide,
From those with no compassion,
Reveling in your shame,
Having buried their own,
In the backyards of their minds,
Such cruelty,
No other living creature would bestow,
No,
Only humans with their free will gift,
Of thought,
Draped in pathetic robes,
Of hypocritical truths,
Living in their lies,
Sight lost of understanding,
Worshiping the almighty dollar,
Blinded to their eternity,
Morality,
Only a word to be despised,
Lost.
Copyright © 2015 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
Copyright © 2015 Robert William Gruhn
Where every answer looks so wisely upon us all.
Time there being a matter of no importance,
Where love reigns supreme over mortal ignorance,
As eyes shed only tears of joy in its presence.
Walking always in light that knows no darkness,
Where angels lead the way to eternal happiness.
Standing forever at the side of our Lord,
Where sorrow will never exist again.
Yet how do I know all this is true?
Because my sweet Rebecca has told me so.
For her voice was like no other,
This woman I adore who never lied to me.
Always having held me in the comfort of her truth,
As she does now and will throughout infinity.
My lovely angel with whom God blessed this humbled mortal,
There waiting with Jesus to welcome me home.
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
My pen is a sword,
With which I defend the word of the Lord,
These simple writings are not needed by He,
Only to help all of us sinners to finally see
A President is not the deliverer of our future,
For our only hope is heaven and of this I'm sure
Without God we are but a speck of universe dust,
All He asks is to give Him our unrequited trust
Just look at our leaders,
Centuries old greed is their weakness,
And their lusting for power leaves the world in duress,
I will continue to write for Him, no matter how unpopular,
This is not rocket science,
It is the Word of our Savior,
So, if humanity continues on this course,
Satan will surely be the harbinger.
Copyright 2016 Robert William Gruhn All Rights Reserved
Note: I would appreciate any feedback. God bless you all. Robert
Traveling life's murky waters,
Were these brave men.
My friends in dark jungles.
Dying for many who did not care.
Malaria and typhoid invisible enemies;
Still then, that occasional sniper bullet,
Snuffing out a life in an instant.
Fighting for country yet hated by some.
Freedom was all they tried to preserve,
While every night evil pounding helmets.
Unrelenting hatred killing one at a time;
Sometimes a dozen in one blizzard of shells.
Living in a hell on earth to protect liberty.
Seeing dead eyes of buddies seconds ago alive.
Oh to understand what terror really is;
Surrealistic death in drowning bloody color.
Brothers found de-bowled and castrated by enemy,
Bodies hanging from beautiful rain forest trees.
Life bodily fluids dripping to feed their roots,
That horror which still lives in their minds.
Flag red stripes brightened with bloodied courage;
I ask how many Americans truly realize this?
Flying Old Glory only on National Holidays,
Oh that mental pain it has caused so many soldiers.
Coming home to icy cold stares,
Murderers seen in the eyes of some Americans.
Heroes welcome buried in front pages of wrongful war;
Medals tarnished before seeing light of another day.
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
I’ve been told this fact,
By an experienced veteran.
Tears carrying away pain,
Still the sadness lingers.
Wars inside his mind,
More brutal than bullets.
At least they end the misery;
Can’t say that of living on.
Temporary pain not lasting forever,
Or so it may seem to some others.
Yet that screaming is still there,
Buddies killed before his eyes.
How can I help him?
Please do tell me,
Will time heal him?
It hasn't so far.
Those tears being saviors,
Pulling agony from brain.
Mental hurt can’t be described,
Truly sapping one's spirit.
Wishing to go home,
Then knowing he can't.
Because that place died,
Long before he got back.
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
Dear Poetry Soup: I was wondering what formula you use to choose Best Poets
Here, including Best New Poets and Best Poets in last 2 weeks. In other words what
is the criteria you use that determines these rankings? I'm sure that many new members
who post here would also like to know what procedure is used for their knowledge so they
can proceed accordingly.
Thank you in advance for your answer.
Robert William Gruhn
Traveling life's murky waters,
Were these brave men.
My friends in dark jungles.
Dying for many who did not care.
Malaria and typhoid our worst enemies;
Still then, that occasional sniper bullet,
Snuffing out a life in an instant.
Fighting for our country yet hated by some.
Freedom was all we tried to preserve,
While every night evil pounded our helmets.
Unrelenting hatred killing us one at a time;
Sometimes a dozen in one blizzard of shells.
Living in a hell on earth to protect liberty.
Seeing dead eyes of buddies seconds ago alive.
Oh to understand what terror really is;
Surrealistic death in drowning bloody color.
Friends found de-bowled and castrated by enemy,
Hanging from beautiful rain forest trees.
Life bodily fluids dripping to feed their roots,
That horror which still lives in my mind.
Flag red stripes brightened with bloodied courage;
I ask how many Americans truly realize this?
Flying old glory only when under personal siege,
Oh that mental pain it has caused so many soldiers.
Coming home to icy cold stares,
Murderers seen in the eyes of some Americans.
Heroes welcome buried in front pages of wrongful war;
Medals tarnished before seeing light of another day.
Note: This piece is dedicated to all American and Ally soldiers who have ever
been in combat! GOD Bless America and our Allies!
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
Put down your bibles, or whatever writings or teachings you have learned, or not,
And just listen, He will speak to you, He will move you, in ways never dreamed of,
In ways never thought of, you will fly to places in mind you never have been,
I know, because He has spoken to me many many times,
He told me that every time I look at any human face I am looking at part of His,
Christian, Muslim, Buddhist, Atheist, it doesn't matter what your belief or leaning,
He said we are all His children, and that He loves all of us equally, no favorites,
He told me not to hold my mind hostage to one singular frozen way of thinking,
That this stagnation of thought is reason for separation of all His children on Earth,
And we are all brothers and sisters, all part of a worldwide family,
He said His creation gift to us all of free will has worked for good, yet also evil,
That we were meant to love each other and protect each other from any harm,
Problem is that complete freedom of thought has lead to prejudice, greed, and hatred,
He told me that there was one thing He gave us that would eventually bring us all together,
LOVE !
Copyright © Robert William Gruhn
Said goodbye so many times,
To its occupants that once were babies.
New cradle to so many grand parents,
Gently rocked to sleep by memories.
Grandpa once told me he felt a kinship,
To this chair that creaked once in a while.
His limbs and its were very much the same;
Only difference was it would always have new customers.
As a little boy it was my rocking horse,
I climbed its high back like spiderman.
Couldn't tip it over no matter how hard I tried;
Just swung on a wooden toy that Grandpa hated to love.
My father sat there in that very same chair,
Swaying away in a chariot he had surely earned.
I sat next to him then and we reminisced,
Knowing that soon I would take his place.
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
Sizzling soft finger tips,
Blaze gently across my body,
Feeling the hiss of her heat,
Steam rises as we entwine our limbs,
Burning lips trace my ear as she whispers of paradise,
Both longing for this heaven to last,
Love sears our hearts as desire leaps from eyes,
While two passions melt into one,
We fly together to ecstasy before a scarlet sunset.
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
Ears listening to only their lies,
And their lies speaking only to them,
Trying to be quiet yet still screaming,
Drowning in rants never heard,
So concise but not too clear,
Imprisoned in thoughts of obsession,
Muttering useless ancient literary rules,
In love with yet hating poetic expressions,
Foreign to their limited constrained imaginations,
Trapped behind walls of old thought,
Grasping yet never holding reality,
While visions of punctuation and conformity crowd their tiny unexpanded
minds,
Judging without thinking one step ahead,
Thinking thoughts that kill their judgement,
Still their bodies move forward to nowhere,
Their voices the only sound left to comfort them,
Unaware of love just beneath their windows,
Desolation blinds their desperate micro-management brains,
In pathetic awe of ancient written rules,
Never really meant for ones of their ilk,
For they were penned for poets of consciousness,
Aware their times and rules would surely end,
Were never truly meant for all the centuries,
Suffocating in the dust of a past they never lived,
Afraid of new ideas of written expression,
Created from the minds of what they fear most,
Free thinking writers unafraid of literary change,
And still,
They talk and talk and talk, saying absolutely nothing.
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
This one of fine blonde hair
Briskly passing through this life
A sibling, a daughter, a wonderful wife
Many a new road she would like to pave
Living at times on the crest of a wave
So many lives she would love to touch
Showing her character, caring too much
Tempering herself with neatness and order
But never afraid to cross over a border
The one in charge, the life of the party
Laughter so real, so full and so hearty
Loving her man, this house, that flowing river
She stands strong in the wind, a soul that won't quiver
Note: I wrote this poem back in 1998 to honor my wonderful sister Katherine,
it was #1 of over 6000 poems written written since then, I love you sis!
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn