I ran into a man who was mining
clouds for their silver lining.
And for just a smile, you could buy
an endless supply of good cheer from this guy
to keep the sun in your life perpetually shining.
Left toothbrushless mine pilfered along with shampoo,deodorant, razors and other such, found me wasted in Walmart, thieving Gnomes at the last homeless shelter are my suspects. His name tag said Elvis, greeting customers at the starting gate, navigating shopping cart jockeys with cherubs riding shotgun, my request for the location of items is answered Presley style "Past houseware" he Hound Dogged lip curled.
Among waffle irons and toasters in an aisle devoid of housewife print skirts, your memory purchased my thoughts, forging past bedding, linen sheets how we once tangled and ravaged, is that your image disappearing into lingerie.
Jesus on his employee name badge suffering from price tag neurosis."Love potion? We don't sell that vagabundo polo." He growled with picante breath.
You told me I could find everything I needed here, but not even Walmart has what it would take to make you love me again.
I hope Target is open!
©2019
Ran Into A Dolph
(Member of our church.)
Were in church when we ran into a Dolph;
What we did was start calling him Randolph,
And great Scott,
We got caught,
Eating our meals out of Saint James trough.
Jim Horn
Standing Shooting the Breeze
We were standing around shooting the breeze,
When we had started talking about family trees;
Forger your belief;
Check every leaf,
While wondering how much would be the fees.
Jim Horn
Trump Can Be Corrupt
After selecting meal and on it had supped,
Was bad and the we would start to erupt;
Terrible words used,
And badly abused;
Turns out Trump had been highly corrupt.
Jim Horn
A Trump Catalyst
There is another thing I cannot resist;
We would like to see a Trump catalyst;
No change noted;
For min not voted;
Remained in hiding and him we missed.
Jim Horn
Just the other day
Could it be him
Dwelling in my mirror
Face plastered on mine
Would have said hello
Eyes blinking second thoughts
Afraid he might answer
No need waking him
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 ran into the yester-years
and found the father of fears
lingering in the lore of lies
sold to our simple skies.
I turned back to face the future
peeping at its pleasant picture;
Inscribed on an immortal image
…The symbol of a sincere sage
I looked around to toast today
Wooing its wealth all the way;
Now I know, I’ll never neglect
My past, present and prospect!
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.