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...

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The following is about my beloved father Albin J. Gruhn who passed away at the age of 94 years young. I Love You Dad and I am missing you so much! Robert

When Albin Gruhn got his card from the loggers union in 1934 after starting...

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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...

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For my Dad and Mom (Dorothy) on Fathers Day.

 Albin J. Gruhn who passed away at the age of 94 years young. I Love You Dad and I am missing you so much! Robert

When Albin Gruhn got his card from the loggers union in 1934...

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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...

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....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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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