BROKEN
Flying through a world of broken dreams
Broken promises still whispering in ear
Morning screams from broken coffee cup
Broken hopes shattered in my mind
Even nothing is so broken I can see it
Broken heart still beating yet misses a tick
Peeking through a broken useless keyhole
At a broken comfortable lonely bed
Drove downtown last night on broken road
Broken smiles greeted me in the bar
Walked home 'cause gas pump was broken
Broken house welcomed me
So here I sit a broken man
Broken memories I can't fix
Wishing for something better than broken
Broken everything all around
Copyright © 2019 Robert William Gruhn
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.
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.
WITHOUT THE BUMPS IN THE ROAD OF LIFE
iT wOULD bE lIKE oNE lONG eX-LaX fREEWAY! ;)))
cOPYRIGHT 2018
rOBERT wILLIAM gRUHN
WITHOUT THE BUMPS IN THE ROAD OF LIFE
iT wOULD bE lIKE oNE lONG eX-LaX fREEWAY! ;)))
cOPYRIGHT 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 © 2017 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."
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.
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
IT is truly the SCOURGE of Humankind!
Copyright 2016 Robert William Gruhn A.R.R.
THERE YOU STOOD GIRL - My Latest BMI Song
Verse 1
First time I saw you under that summer moon
Your eyes blazed me promised tomorrows in June
Baby that smile melted this man's frozen heart
We drowned willingly in love never drifting apart
Verse 2
Those lips of yours beckoned so sweetly to me
Golden hair flowed so gently in a soothing breeze
Alabaster arms reached out pulling me to your face
My injured spirit invited within that loving embrace
Chorus:
Yeah there you stood girl
Dancin' without dancin'
Floating into my eyes
There you stood girl
Verse 3
Ya know darling, you spoke a thousand words
All the while only a moment passing I heard
My wonderful angel you flew to me that very day
Your voice ringing over vast oceans asking to stay
Chorus: Repeat Twice
Yeah there you stood girl
Dancin' without dancin'
Floating into my eyes
There you stood girl
Tag: Final Fading
Yeah, there you stood girl
There you stood girl
Copyright © 2016 Robert William Gruhn - BMI - All Rights Reserved
Angry unseen tears pelting me in the darkness,
Cold falling droplets splattered and screaming their loneliness,
Soaking my clothes in clear clinging abandonment,
First striking at me yet now embraced by them,
My body more than willing to warm their chill,
Knowing as a whole they could swiftly drown me,
Still I welcome this brave shower of ocean,
Delivered to me by their dark cloudy mother,
Her lightning eyes blazing and voice of soft thunder.
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."
© 2015 Robert William Gruhn
IF WE DO NOT END WAR - WAR WILL END US
WW 3 IS NEAR!! Stay tuned for updates!!
Copyright © 2015 Robert William Gruhn
There I Was Standin' On My Swing
Verse 1
When I think of those memories so very clear
A little boy flyin' through a summer nights air
I reached for those stars floating so far above
Could I soar beyond, could I touch love
Verse 2
That golden moon it called down to me
Here I am waitin' child, feather light you'll be
Then a soft breeze blew coolin' my face
While I flew and wondered about that place
Chorus
There I was standin' on my swing
A little man wishin' that he had wings
Spent so many nights just a wondering
And there I was standin' on my swing
Verse 3
What's holdin' me back from travelin' up there
What is it that's keepin' this boy down here
It was such a strange world for my contemplation
With one kid dreamin' 'bout a new destination
Chorus: Repeat Twice
There I was standin' on my swing
A little man wishin' that he had wings
Spent so many nights just a wondering
Yeah there I was standin' on my swing
Tag lines: Fading
There I was standin' on my swing
There I was standin' on my swing
© Copyright 2015 Robert William Gruhn - BMI - All Rights Reserved
My heart burst into flaming love
Burning memories there forever
Your touch branded eternally on my spirit
I've breathed worthless air until you
Now I sit here missing you
Trapped within this mortal existence
This oxygen continuing my loneliness
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
Copyright © 2015 Robert William Gruhn
Close behind;
Something there
is gone
when I turn.
Still, it is there,
can feel its eyes
picking carefully
at my clothing.
Each step I take,
it does too.
Each time I stop,
the silence is frightening.
Afraid to run,
somehow,
I know it's faster,
so I walk on.
Then,
a sound I hadn't heard before
crawls up my spine,
breathing, louder than mine.
My heart is pounding now,
mind whirling in panic.
What did it want?
Does it know me?
Then, a hand on my shoulder,
I freeze in horror.
A familiar voice laughing,
says, honey,
you forgot your jacket.
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
Copyright © 2015 Robert William Gruhn
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