I once walked with you on Lombard Steet.
Little Maria~with the the western golden sun
Highting your long, shiny brunette hair.
Your tiny patent, Mary Janes, blessing the San
Francisco Streets.
It is all now just a foglifter's dream.
Dreams past and gone too fast!
Now you pat my head and hold my hand.
Assuring me my hip will definitely heal.
And with me ~ you will always stand.
Me, wishing, we were on Lombard Street.
Climbing the hills, on Cable Cars laughing.
But time has its way with us.
Never knowing what's coming our way,
A new day, a new surprise!
What a daughter, a hundred percenter dream
of a woman!
You must know by now, Maria, that you are..
My rainbow, twinkling, heavenly star!
Twinkle, twinkle, my little Maria.
God be with you, wherever you are....
June 14, 2020
10:00 pm PST
Poem # 1, 242
Categories:
lombard, dedication, memory, mother daughter,
Form: Free verse
GABLE’S ETERNAL LOVE
Frankly my dear, I don’t give a...
After all, my true love fell with wings!
No twig nor heifer could compare…
This screwball comic welcomed dawn,
dauntless in a restless time of war.
Fatter pockets than a king,
she raised two mill, on a war bond tour.
~ That’s my girl, my wife ~
My darling angel's final performance on earth.
Today, I watch her on screen, often without sound.
~ I know each word by heart ~
I want to see her red lips act,
her silent timing classic.
~ To be or not to be - fate chose ~
I lie my head upon her grave,
Neither Sylvia nor Kay console me.
Carole could not be upstaged.
~ My black and blue, blood so cold ~
1/11/2017
6th Place
Multiple Placements
Sponsor:Broken Wings
Valentine – Form D contest
Dramatic Monologue
Line 1: From movie “Gone With The Wind”
Line 7: “mill” short for million
Line 14: Lombard’s last movie: “To Be Or Not To Be”
Line 16: Wives after Carole Lombard
Categories:
lombard, death, love,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
I haven't left my heart there,
My shock I can't disguise,
San Francisco wasn't what I expected,
Which has taken me by surprise.
Please don't get me wrong,
I'm happy that I've been,
Some of the sights I saw,
Were amazing to have seen.
There was Alcatraz Island,
Lombard Avenue too,
The Golden Gate Bridge,
To mention just a few.
The waterfront is alive,
With places to enjoy,
But there's a darker side,
My dreams they did destroy.
Some of the scenes I saw,
Actually, broke my heart,
Disused and dilapidated piers,
Left to perish and fall apart.
Down and outs,
In the open, sleeping rough,
How did life for them,
Become extremely tough?
One of the most horrendous sights,
Filled me with despair,
I saw addicts getting there fix,
In the street, just standing there.
I know this happens all over,
But it's not something I like to see,
Especially when San Francisco,
Was a dream come true for me.
It was the only dark point,
Of my trip, away,
I have so many special memories,
I will treasure them, every, single day.
Categories:
lombard, addiction, beauty, history, people,
Form: Rhyme
I am often called a perfectionist,
I expect correctness in all I do,
High standards make me a precisionist,
This assessment is exact, fair, and true:
I will accept only the very best,
I am a stickler for accuracy,
Some will insist this is a futile quest,
Some will declare this is a fallacy:
We’re imperfect humans--- we’ll always fail,
You’re expecting way too much from us,
You set an impossible scale, they wail,
Your expectations are ridiculous:
Your protests and complaints are all for nought,
It is MY PERFECTIONISM that is sought.
"Perfection is not obtainable, but if we chase perfection, we can catch excellence."
These words of Vince Lombard inspire me and they accurately reflect the sentiments in my heart.
Categories:
lombard, desire, emotions, philosophy, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
A love affair which transcended mortality;
Just to have walked with her brought me miracles,
My existence only an afterthought past our first embrace.
I went straight to heaven without stopping for time.
My name Robert and hers was Rebecca,
Quite sure Clark and Carol would not mind.
Knowing that difference between acting and real life;
These lines more like steps than simple words which lead.
Each time she touched me I died without leaving,
Traveling faster to nirvana than in any instant dream.
So many sunsets must have stared back at us in amazement;
Love born on a pedestal that would dwarf highest mountain.
We flew there together on wings no human could manufacture,
Two unknown stars who never even thought of touching silver.
No movie screen ever showing the expanse of our eternity;
Just picture that someone meant for you waiting at forever.
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
Categories:
lombard, passion, romantic, stars,
Form: Narrative