Meander,
Me and 'er
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Meanderings
Me and 'er rings
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Categories:
meanderings, happiness, husband, love, marriage,
Form: Free verse
Mountainous majestic meanderings mixing masterfully
merriment momentarily made monumental mistake
many munched meat, majesty’s masterful melody of melding.
Categories:
meanderings, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Alliteration
perusing skyward
on crisp, lucent nights
a symphony plays,
strumming ancient light
on vernal heart strings
who can perceive
these melodies,
seeming to muse
the tantric soul…
pondering
astral notes
through tired eyes
i feel
twelve Years
young
Date: 15 May 2020
Contest : Diminished Hexaverse Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Emile Pinet
Categories:
meanderings, space,
Form: Diminished Hexaverse
RETURN
Departing from oneself, rivers escape mountains at SOURCE
The meandering is not only to Sea; meandering home, roots, too ...
By way of the Universal Ocean. Waters blend salty and fresh!
Categories:
meanderings, absence, adventure, age, allah,
Form: Bio
Basketball-Meanderings
Played basketball with Fred at a church.
Haven’t played basketball
since my daughter
was a twinkle in my eye.
All the things
I used to do with a ball,
I had put away
in a file marked “use to.”
Sometimes, I take it out,
dust it off, look it over,
then put it back for later.
Every now and then,
I make a basket, throw a pass,
that reminds me
of the “use to” file.
That file gets added to daily.
I just don’t use it
as much as I ‘use to.”
DANIEL - APRIL 2012
Categories:
meanderings, basketball, humorous, introspection, remember,
Form: I do not know?
I know that it's not me
But the truth hurts inside
I often think that if I saw you
I could see it in your eyes
I'm still having such a hard time
Wrapping my mind around this loss
One way feelings don't mean a damn thing
This hurting pain becomes the cost
I avoid you, yet it's so tough
I'd love to hear you everyday
A voice that brings so much happiness
And puts a smile upon my face
You may claim that it's not you
But I know that it's not me
These feelings held upon my inside
Become a prison you can't see
Yesterday means little: without today
Today means nothing without tomorrow
I try so hard to show my love, but my mind's not strong enough
Cause it's been denied by all my sorrow
So as I'm lying on my pillow
Life's last few breaths upon my hands
Please know my feelings are but memories
And it was you, like it's always been
There's no today without tomorrow........
Categories:
meanderings, how i feel,
Form: I do not know?
Wired Electric
The dream came on in the light switch in the wires
Behind the walls where ideas run, collide and rise
After the bulb blew out, filament and all
Glass shattered thin, fragmented shards on the floor
Never to illuminate again
The dream moved on to another room of dark
To feel the floor boards blind
Fall in no direction
Day and night are forbidden and wrong
Are the same concepts when you have no eyes
The pretty young girl will have to wait
Stay frozen in time In her red green skirt and yellow scarf
To be undressed in light, to be appreciated
Dreams don’t really see things as they are
Reality is strange when not awake
Between partitions, Light switches work behind the walls
Never go off, electrified just right
Dreams fade away in a pretty spark
Young girl remains though in my thoughts
Categories:
meanderings, adventure, beauty, fantasy, girl,
Form: Free verse
Memories of illogical unreality saunter past my mind,
Planning expectations of a future with no feelings,
Deja vu days multiply with an intensity so unkind,
Happiness is eroded by endless waves of lapping sadness,
I fall weightlessly to the bottom of life's end,
Regrets dashed upon ragged rock thoughts that scream to confess,
My childhood laughter flows tears of wishful pretend,
As I wait helplessly at the back door of destiny,
Sharing Earth with billions I will never meet,
A poet joining lonely words into meanings of complexity,
I wander through imagination hoping to land on my feet.
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:
meanderings, imagery, inspiration, introspection, peace,
Form: Narrative
I don't write as deep as others
I sometimes can't find the right words.
But what I write really matters
It's a big pieces of my life, scattered
in one special way or another.
I can sometimes write witty prose
and at times it can be rather silly.
But most of the time
there is something inside
that just needs to get out and be known.
If it seems to come from a dark place
That's because it probably did.
There's a lot in my life
that cuts like a knife
I can revisit, at times I feel safe
I have memories that make me smile
that come pouring up from my heart
I tell them true
when I share them with you
That they don't make me laugh would be a denial
So accept my stories and poetry
as simply a part of my being
I can't change who I am
What you see is what you get
I came from a diverse family tree.
Categories:
meanderings, write, me, write,
Form: Free verse
though you've always been in constant motion,
you're still a wind-blown cloud, no direction,
will there be an end to this moving on?
do you really have a destination?
yet you still strive and hope to find it here,
although you have to look elsewhere somewhere,
living your cause, wars you've boldly fought out,
who's the hero? who's the villain? you now doubt.
looking at all the storms that you've been through,
at lessons learned and wisdom earned for you,
human justice, peace and prosperity
bloody revolutions cannot guarantee.
Categories:
meanderings, passion, people, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme