Running on fumes for too long
Ready to take on a transition
Downshifting out of high gear
Making a move to pole position
We all travel down different paths
Weaving through obstacles as we go
Steering our souls with purpose now
To remodel ourselves as we grow
The time has come to refill our tanks
Instead of always running on E
Navigation system set to discover
Who we are truly meant to be
Reserves no longer depleted
Actually the opposite is true
Swapped out effort for ease
Outdated parts left in the rearview
Categories:
tune up, analogy, encouraging, inspiration, metaphor,
Form: Rhyme
Come inside it's cold out
The cabin's nice and warm
The weekend forecast just came on
They say a big snowstorm
I'll get your booty slippers
You change into your sweats
I'll bring down your blanket
And then you'll be all set
Now give me your guitar there
The one that needs the string
I'll put a new one on for you
And then I'll play something
But first I have to tune them
The body realign
Make sure the pitch is perfect
And then she'll sound just fine
The tone comes through my fingers
Sometimes a gentle touch
Sometimes a vibrant plucking
The choices vary much
And if you want a lesson
Just sit here in this chair
I'll check on your Bm
In case it's still not there
I have a funny feeling
It might not quite yet be
I'll have to guide your hands again
Relax now, just let me
That's it you're doing better
Don't stop now, get it clear
My that's a lovely sweater
And your neck is oh so near
I'm losing concentration
I'm in a zone of bliss
Please don't be upset with me
It was just a little kiss
Categories:
tune up, for her, i love
Form: Rhyme
This engine needs a little tune-up
And the oil doesn't flow so well
The battery's probably low on juice
Check the sparkplugs -- Who can tell?
These wheels have covered a lot of ground
Over two-hundred thousand miles
And now that the frame's started to fall apart
~ All that works right is my smile
Categories:
tune up, car, care, smile,
Form: Personification
I've laughed at nothing,
Smiled without eyes.
Seen more with two lids closed,
Knowing to be blind wakens mind.
Have loved things that others spit upon,
Of course, saliva doesn't dry on lips that lie.
Drooling evil thoughts are never ending;
Watering those thirsty roots of violence.
Will I die just because they think it?
If their wishes could come true, probably.
To thrive on hatred must be an empty meal;
Satisfaction less filling than bread and water.
I've lived more centuries in my brain than many,
Spending all their time so desperate to stay young.
Fountain of youth is actually found between the ears;
Within a throbbing mind that is the heart of each spirit.
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:
tune up, education, philosophy, symbolism,
Form: Free verse
two cinquains, one reversed
accord
harmonious
like a barbershop choir
each singing alone, together
sweet sound
aligned
synchronized with the same pow’r Source
like a well-oiled machine
all parts on task
in sync
Categories:
tune up, people,
Form: Cinquain