Charlie’s Chick

      Charlie’s Chick

He hit me with his best punch.

Causing me to toss up my lunch.

Just because I whistled at his girl.

The way she smiled gave me a thrill.

I guess it all was worth the pain.

Even though that may sound lame.

I think I have a chance with his girl.

Why? Because she gives me a thrill.

But, it’s going to take some time.

A whole lot of precious time.

it’s going to take patience child.

I can’t go about this like I was wild.

To do it, to do it, to do it right.

I don’t want to have another fight.

A hello here. A note passed there.

Winking at her almost anywhere.

Always being around to help out.

Especially if her boyfriend’s not about.

In the end she’ll be more than a friend.

I can’t say the same about him.

If you want it with all your hart

you have to never give up your part.

The part of someone who admires her.

Someone who more than desires her.

Cherish is a word I use to describe.

All the feelings I have for her inside.

Nothing is worse than the curse.

The curse of loving Charlie’s girl.

The girl who gives me a thrill.

Charlie’s chick. That’s got to be good!!——R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

A Traveling Man

      A Traveling Man

Well, I’m a traveling man.

I have been to many lands.

I travel like the common man.

On back roads wherever I can.

Mexico is a beautiful place.

Common folk have what it takes.

Life there can be rough.

The people don’t have much stuff.

They earn their living with their hands.

Putting in a hard days work is their plan.

In Finland it is often cold.

The people there live to be old.

They like saunas & healthful living.

Their heart is right & very giving.

Life is tough there in the winters.

Reindeer herds to tend hinders

time to play much winter sports.

They keep busy even so, of course.

Spain is a beautiful country.

People are happy. There are plenty.

They raise grapes and other produce.

They even have chickens and a goose.

They are a lot like Mexico.

Yet, more aristocratic, you know.

Italy is a country that loves food.

Their heritage puts you in the mood.

Every wife can cook like a chef.

The kids can cook while still home yet.

They also like their wines.

They have some around all the time.

France is the place with wines to show.

They claim the best wines, you know.

Cooking is a big number there too.

French food is so rich it’s sure to fill you.

England swings like a pendulum do.

Children on bicycles two by two.

Their cooking is not their fame.

Many claim royalty with their name.

Yet the common folk are like anywhere.

No matter what, they really care.

They like their tea and crumpets.

When royalty comes they blow trumpets.

Through my travels I’ve found one thing.

Aside from culture, one thing does ring.

Common folk everywhere

are human and they care.

I guess God made us that way.

Looks like man is here to stay.—————–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

Lessons Of Life

      Lessons Of Life

Have you thought of the first love of your life?

In the winter years of my life the memories are slight.

Very few of the memories still linger.

They are like sifting sand sliding through my fingers.

The memory of the love remains.

The emotions were strong. the pain tore me apart.

It cut like a knife and ripped apart my heart.

A quick fling in paradise that has now faded away.

Those strong emotions are all that stay.

Is it time that has faded the memory?

Maybe it is a mental defense against the enemy.

The enemy being past mental scarring.

So severe, if left raw, could  be a barring.

Barring you from ever having a normal life.

Always being afraid of mental stress & strife.

Those raw, strong emotions of my teenage time

have now mellowed like a rich fine wine.

I have a relationship with my wife

that is much better due to that early strife.

Relationships have a deeper meaning now.

A more loving, caring meaning somehow.

Life is a learning lesson from the womb to the grave.

Your brain & heart knows what to forget & what to save.

If you’re willing to learn from the lessons of life.

You will have a much better relationship with your wife.

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

The Soldier

The Soldier

A  snow storm was raging outside the cabin.

She heard something like scraping at the door.

She did not want to let something bad in.

Yet, she knew, she could do no more.

She opened the door and a man fell in.

It was a soldier, covered with snow & ice.

He said “I could have been enemy then.”

She said “No, cause you knocked nice.”

Puzzled, He got up & brushed off the snow.

He was a soldier, trained from the womb.

War and killing was his only goal.

“I am here to protect you from the enemy doom.”

“Are you living here alone?,” he shivered.

“Yes,” she said. “My husband died long ago.”

“This war could last the rest of winter.”

“I may be here that long before I go.”

“You are welcome to stay. Do you need food?”

“I haven’t eaten in a day or so.”

She busied herself preparing some food.

He barred the door. No one would go.

“Why do you live way out here all alone?”

“My husband was a trapper. I stayed on.”

“He was killed in an avalanche.”

“I stayed  here after he was gone.”

“How do you live in this circumstance?”

“I trap too. Sell the furs in the fall.”

“It gets lonely at times, but I love it here.”

Then they heard a noise outside. A call.

They both knew the enemy was near.

A bang on the door & the soldier fired .

They heard a thump on the door outside.

A moan was heard like someone was tired.

The woman went to look outside.

The soldier said “NO.” He indicated silence.

No other sound was heard outside.

The woman opened the door in defiance.

An enemy soldier laid there wounded.

The woman grabbed him & drug him in.

The soldier went to shoot him

The woman stopped him. “This is sin.”

“I am a soldier. it is my duty.”

“He is wounded. I will help him.”

“You cannot aide the enemy.” he said.

“I will help anyone hurt in my home.”

The soldier went to sit on the bed.

She dressed his wounds then he moaned.

“Why are you helping me?” he said.

“We are all equal under God” she stated.

“Love your enemy as yourself.”

Both soldiers were shocked at such statements.

She lifted the wounded soldier into bed herself.

The soldier kept fading in & out of consciousness.

the other soldier said “I think he’s dying.”

She said “He stopped bleeding. He was found with this.”

She held up a cross on a chain. She was crying.

“I don’t understand. What’s that mean?”

She explained the cross and what it meant.

“ I have never heard this. It could cause a scene.”

“If soldiers followed such rules, they would recant.”

“Their pledge to be a soldier would be useless.”

“Listen to the Holy Spirit as it speaks to you”

The soldier squirmed. His cause felt fruitless.

In a few days the wounded soldier died.

Before dying, he asked for forgiveness from God.

The soldier was shocked. “What?”, he cried.

She said “He made peace with his God”

They buried him with rocks and snow.

The woman said a prayer over him.

The soldier was confused. He wanted to know.

She explained the principle of sin.

For a few months she gave him Bible lessons.

He rebelled at first, then something happened.

As the Holy Spirit convicted his heart during sessions,

he began to see the truth. And he confessed bad sins.

He knelt and asked for forgiveness.

He was converted. Jesus was his Lord now.

“What will you do now?” she asked with firmness.

“I will resign my position & follow the Lord somehow.”

As he left in the spring, he said “I will see you again soon.”

In the fall he returned to her.

He took her in his arms & her heart swooned.

He was a new soldier now. That was sure.

A soldier in God’s army saving souls

He would fight side by side with her.

God and her, wherever he goes.

————————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2013).

 

 

 

Coming Together In A Heated Rush

     Coming Together In A Heated Rush

The wind howls across the ice flows

It sends the frozen snow skimming.

A hardened river on a river. So it goes.

It is not the same as in the beginning.

 

Is it flowing North, South, or Westward?

It just glides to the shoreline till it’s free.

Ice above & the water below. It’s end is heard.

As the glacier breaks & falls into the sea .

 

You come to me on fast forward.

You try to put the bums rush on me.

I am not one to rush toward.

I’m like the glacier headed to the sea.

 

Like a moth drawn to a flame.

You have no control over your impulses.

We both push and pull to make a claim.

Within this moment that encroaches.

 

History is relived through your own intent.

You’re drawn to me for that very reason.

We each try to mold the moment.

I know it’s coming in due season.

 

This is where the whole world keeps on turning.

This is where we come undone—–undone.

It has been brought to this point by yearning.

Which you cannot mix with fun.

 

Will they measure me by branches.

Count the rings and sift my ashes.

Mark the ground where I fell & carry on.

Or, will we fight against the silence.

Fill our days with noise & violence.

Not recognizing our hearts when we are done.

 

The moment of heated rush passes by.

We are left to piece it all together.

I find that you’re still you & I am I.

You’re touch is gentle. Like a feather.

 

No words pass between us.

We’re both lost in our own world.

There is no longer an interest in lust.

I lie on my side with my legs curled.

 

We soon get up & go about our business.

It’s as if we were someone else.

Video games & sports become your business.

I sit a & wonder how it felt.

 

I think of the glacier slowly sliding to the sea.

It’s history is there left behind.

An open book for all to see.

Slowly, I finally start to unwind.

 

I am not frigid nor turned off by love.

I just don’t deal with it in high gear.

It makes me feel like a glove.

Out of place when you are near.

 

For awhile we came undone—–undone.

Nothing mattered but this moment in time.

But, such emotions shouldn’t be for fun.

Only if I’m yours & you are mine.

 

Will they measure me by branches.

Count the rings and sift my ashes.

Mark the ground where I fell & carry on.

Or, will we fight against the silence.

Fill our days with noise & violence.

Not recognizing our hearts when we are done.

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

Commitment Time

      Commitment Time

Those strong emotional feelings that won’t let go.

The kind you had as a teenager that wouldn’t let go.

The feelings that were coming on strong.

Anytime something went right or wrong.

The kind that made life exciting and fun.

Yet, the kind that hurt really bad when they weren’t the one.

It is not only guys who treat love like a four letter word.

There are girls too who treat guys like a dirty bird.

Often those ‘strong’ emotions set the pattern for it.

Once burned they never recover from it.

There is a scar on their ego that won’t go away.

So, they are off to play the field another day.

Never making any real commitments in life.

It is the way they have found to avoid the strife.

Burn me once, it’s on you.

Burn me twice and I’m the fool.

Must life be such a silly game?

Romance is never won this way. It’s all so lame.

Does the word ‘commitment’ scare all today?

Or, is it that they don’t understand what to say?

This lack of commitment leaves much desired.

One love after another can get very tired.

It’s like skimming the whipped cream off a delicious desert.

Never getting deep enough to really taste what it is worth.

A commitment that envolves devotion, cherish, & dedication.

The results is far better than any meditation.

Dreaming about the ‘perfect’ love just doesn’t cut it.

Making a lifelong commitment is a cut above it.

The trust, support, endearment, & companionship develop.

In the end the expanded love will totally envelop.

You’ll be blessed so much more than a nightly stand.

It’s a ship anyone would be proud to command.

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The IRS Blues

 

      The IRS Blues

I got the blues.

Those government taxes blues.

Those back stabbing, wage nabbing blues.

You can never win, but you can lose, blues.

Dig deep into your pockets & cough it up.

Drop your donations into the IRS cup.

Uncle Sam needs a new pair of shoes.

I got the big time tax paying blues.

 

There is little left for the little guy.

The irony of it is kind of wry.

The American Dream is gonna die.

If you don’t pay you’re gonna fry.

Where’s the answer to this mess.

There is no answer would be my guess,.

You can only pay more, never less.

The whole system sucks, I confess.

 

If I never paid a dime

then I would have the time

to live the good life.

I would have the money for

all the things I have wished for

without the IRS strife.

 

I have been on the soapbox.

I have checked my vote box.

I have yelled and screamed.

I have really caused a scene.

Yet, I MUST pay before I play.

That is your tax laws today.

There has got to be a better way.

There is nothing else I have to say.———R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

Another Of Life’s Mysteries

      Another Of Life’s Mysteries

I was reading “Peanuts” the other day.

It wasn’t going Charlie Brown’s way.

He really liked the little red haired girl.

When she was around it gave him a thrill.

But, like most boys his age, he was shy.

He couldn’t speak up before the other guy.

I realized just how true this cartoon was.

I was afraid to talk till I outgrew the fuzz.

Call it lack of self confidence, or even shy.

I could never be—– ‘the other guy.’

The one who is popular with the girls.

The one who gives them all the thrills.

Not that I didn’t want to be the best.

Be proud and stick out my chest.

Having a girl, one on each arm.

Hugging on me with all their charm.

But, I was the Charlie Brown type.

Never could come up with the hype.

As an adult I outgrew the shyness.

Was able to go out and try this.

I pulled it together enough in life

to finally be able to get a wife.

Now, in my older years I find,

I, quite often, speak my mind.

I don’t give a hoot what others think.

I blurt out garbage like the disposal in the sink.

Seems like life has passed the buck.

At first I couldn’t talk, now I can’t shut up.

There is a lesson somewhere in this.

It is NOT a punch in the face from a fist.

While I am trying to figure it out.

You can decide what it’s all about.————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

It’s Time

      It’s Time

Where are you? As the day draws on.

I need you but, you are gone.

I can’t face this day alone.

You being gone hurts to the bone.

If you loved me you would be here.

Don’t leave me alone to face this fear.

True love means more than kisses.

You know what a mess this is.

You need to be dependable.

A person who defends the whole.

Supports everything I do.

Especially when I do it for you.

Others may not understand.

But, I expect you to be the man.

Stand up & take the responsibility.

You need to have the will to see.

To see the result of your loving ways.

I had a part to. Each had a say.

We both need to face this truth.

We can’t ignore it & be uncouth.

There comes a time in people’s lives

when they can’t go on with telling lies.

We are in this position now.

We must face the truth somehow.

There you are now. It’s about time.

Let’s go in and pay the fine.——————–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

Even With This, Peace Can Be Found

 

Even With This, Peace Can Be Found

Another day of the same old crap!!

This certainly isn’t where it’s at.

Everything changes, but death & taxes.

Just more crap, but that’s what the fact is.

I think it is time for a real big change.

Chlorine in the human gene pool for names.

Fifty years of “0” reproduction.

Stick to this without interruption.

Then start over and do it right.

Stamp out stupidity with all your might.

Political mentality has got to go.

The same with perverts who steal the show.

Choose your child from a long black tube.

Make it smarter than a Rubik’s Cube.

I’m not talking about a paradise.

But, something that is, at least, nice.

But, ignore all this. I’m blowing off steam.

Don’t forget. Things are as bad as they seem.

This world sucks big time, you know.

Without radical changes, it has to go.

You’re damned if you do & damned if you don’t.

Many of them will. Most of them won’t.

God will play a part very soon.

He will end this world of buffoons

He has this knack of making things right.

He will have His hands full in the final fight.

Most of the world only knows how to fight dirty.

It will be their end. When God cleans, it’s worthy.

I can’t take much more of this world.

It is demoralizing, depressing, & —–worldly.

If God doesn’t intervene soon.

My perspective may get out of tune.

I am already feeling disgruntled.

I must give it to the Lord as once told.

It is my only peace in this cesspool of sin.

Escape from it all with the love from Him.—R. W. Johnson—–(2014)