Punk Skunk Left A Stink

      Punk Skunk Left A Stink

Bucky the beaver was a good old guy.

He worked hard. Gave it his best try.

He thought it was what he should do.

Till he met Punk Skunk passing through.

Punk asked him what he was doing?

Bucky said “Building a dam”, while he was chewing.

Punk said “That’s Core of Engineers job”

“Who is that?” said Bucky, looking odd.

“Government workers” Punk said.

“We build dams till we are dead”

“Punk said “That makes no sense.”

“Government will build it. You collect rent.”

“That sounds great.” said Bucky.

“I guess meeting you was lucky.”

“How do I set it up?” Bucky said.

“It is easy.” Punk quickly said.

Punk laid it all out for Bucky.

Soon Bucky was feeling lucky.

He was collecting welfare & food stamps.

Core of Engineers were building ramps.

They were going to build a huge dam.

Bucky was living high off Uncle Sam.

Then came audits, taxes, and fines.

Before long Bucky was doing time.

Bucky thought he should have known.

Punk Skunk’s smell should have shown

him something stunk in the woodpile.

Now he will be jailed for quite awhile.——-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

More Than It Seemed

      More Than It Seemed

My life was making the rounds

of the honky tonks And bars.

There was no where I was bound.

Each place left many scars.

Some for all to see.

Others on the heart.

There was nothing there for me.

My life was literally falling apart.

Then I met a living walking dream.

My life took a different turn.

Not in the honky tonks, it seems.

But, in a in a library with book worms.

We whispered back & forth.

Then, I asked her out for coffee.

She said yes, was her retort.

It was odd. I felt so sloppy.

We had coffee & talked.

Her life was as lonely as mine.

I was so glad she hadn’t balked.

When I told her I had a good time.

I asked to see her again.

To my surprise she agreed.

Something good was about to begin.

Was I ever lucky to plant this seed.

With her looks, I didn’t see

how she could ever be lonely.

But, it seems she was just like me.

Except that she wasn’t homely.

Time passes like it always does.

We kept dating once a week or more.

No honky tonks or bars because

I wanted her to see so much more.

She was a teacher in grade school.

I was a carpenter full time.

She was interested in what I do.

I was only thinking I wish she was mine.

We had many interests in common.

There was so much to share with her.

she introduced me to her mama & kin.

Where my family was, I wasn’t sure.

One day, listening to the radio.

We heard a religious show.

We both said maybe we should go.

There was so much we didn’t know.

To make a long story shorter now.

We ended up being baptized there.

Then we exchanged wedding vows.

We became members. Now God we share.

Our life has become a threesome.

We may become four before too long.

For now it’s her & I & God is the third one.

Life has become a happy song.

Funny how life changed from honky tonks & bars.

To paradise every day of my life.

No longer does loneliness scar.

Because I have God and my wife.————-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Bird’s Life

A Bird’s Life

Where do you go little bird?

When it snows.—–When it snows.

When this world turns to sleep.

Do you know?—–Do you know?

 

Is there something in the wind

that breathes a chill in your heart

that says it’s autumn’s end?

Does this bring life to your wings?

 

Where is the sun in the night?

Is it cold?—–Is it cold?

Do you feel left behind?

Alone and old?—–And old?

 

Do you fly on through the dark?

Waiting for dawn to light the sky.

Do you follow the sun’s arc?

As you fly far—–So very far.

 

Is your home in the restless wind?

Is it there?—–Is it here?

Do you search for a place to belong?

Search in vain?—–Search in fear?

 

I hear your voice in every tree.

Come the spring—–Come the spring.

This means you are now near me.

Come to me.—–Come to me.

 

You have found your home .

Once again.—–Once again.

But, come the autumn, you will roam.

Once again.—–Once again.

 

Where do you go little bird?

When it snows.—–When it snows.

Where you spend your wintery nights?

No one knows.—–No one knows.————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

Right Next Door

      Right Next Door

It happened today. What a big surprise.

I met the person who opened my eyes.

I must have traveled a million miles.

On Trains, planes, and cars. Even walked awhile.

I was searching. But, I didn’t know for what.

Seems I was kind of in a rut.

Just kept truckin & roaming around.

Till I finally came back to this town.

Yes, this town where I was born & raised.

I haven’t seen it in many days.

Why I came back? I haven’t a clue.

It wasn’t a girl because I didn’t know you.

It seems you were the ‘girl next door.’

Somehow, I never talked with you before.

Then I saw you out front in the street.

That is how we happened to meet.

You said” Didn’t you used to live next door?”

I said “Yes, my parents are still here, as before.”

“I have been just traveling around.”

“What I was searching for I never found.”

“What was that?” she said with a smile.

“I guess just a place to belong for awhile”

She laughed at that and we continued to talk.

She remembered me but, I was caught.

I had to admit I had forgotten how pretty she was.

She smiled bigger at this because

I was blushing very brightly now.

She smoothed it all over somehow.

After a week I found she was always on my mind.

She was charming, beautiful and very kind.

We started hanging out together.

We went places despite the weather.

As time went by I began to see.

She was the one who was meant for me.

She was what I had been searching for.

All this time she was right next door.

Let this be a lesson to all who read this.

Never let your life run amiss.

Take a good look at what is around.

You will be surprised at what is found.———-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

 

Asking For Forgiveness

 

      Asking For Forgiveness

It’s in the box and the flag is up.

This repetition is pretty rough.

I have written you numerous times.

Has answering once ever crossed your mind?

I made copies of all my letters to you.

I must have a shoebox full, or two.

You have no E-Mail address.

You’re not on Facebook. What a mess.

I checked ‘Twitter’ but, you’re not there.

I can’t find you on the net anywhere.

You must have my letters. None were returned.

Sometimes I feel like I’ve been burned.

I leave the porch light on every night.

In the hopes you will see the light.

If you drive by, know that I am home.

Just sitting and waiting here all alone.

Time has come and time has gone.

I know I did nothing wrong.

Counting flowers on the wall.

It doesn’t bother me at all.

It breaks up the time.

As I sit here and whine.

I even played solitaire with a deck of 51.

I never gave a hoot if I lost or won.

This may be the last time I’ll ever write to you.

It’s the last time I tell you I feel like a fool.

How long must I wait for a response dear.

I can’t drown my sorrows with a beer.

Loneliness is a dangerous word.

When left unchanged you become a jail bird.

Trapped in your own thoughts and desires.

No way out for cheaters and liars.

I am not either one.

So why the torture? Have a heart. You have none.

I am in the dark on a one way road.

There is a killer here. It’s not a toad.

It’s these paranoid thoughts.

Driving me insane. My affection rots.

I am disenagrating into a blubbery mess.

But, I have to get all this off my chest.

I am sorry mother for all I’ve done.

Won’t you please make contact with your son.

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

 

 

 

 

Here To Stay

    Here To Stay

I wish I could say.

I’m having a day

like yesterday.

It was a day, oh what a day.

Yesterday was quite a day.

Everything went my way

on yesterday.

You’re here to stay.

I had to play

along the way

as I thought of yesterday.

I must say.

It’s o.k.

If all there is to say

is talk of yesterday.

There will never be a day

like yesterday.

What can I say?

It all comes down to yesterday.

But, what about today?——————-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

Local Dancer Does Good

      Local Dancer Does Good

Backwoods Sally was a homely child.

You wouldn’t know that today.

She’s all grown up & looking wild.

You’re gonna want her to stay.

 

She comes around when the music plays.

She likes to listen and dance.

I asked her if she wanted to stay.

She wasn’t really looking for romance.

 

She liked to get on the dance floor.

She liked to move it around.

When the music was hot she wanted more.

It’s like she was dancing to a different sound.

They yelled “Keep dancing some more”

“You know you’re stardom bound.”

 

Now Sally danced at the local club.

She never tried to be a star.

Her moves just came natural as mud

was to the pigs in the pasture far.

 

Many a guy tried to light up her life.

Just as many fell to his knees.

There was only one thing in her life.

That was dancing whenever she pleased.

 

She liked to get on the dance floor.

She liked to move it around.

When the music was hot she wanted more.

It’s like she was dancing to a different sound.

They all yelled “Keep dancing some more.”

“You know you’re stardom bound.”

 

One day Sally fell to the floor when she slipped.

The Dr. at the hospital checked her over.

He told her she had broken her hip.

He said her dancing days were over.

 

Sally slipped into a deep depression.

Dancing was all she lived for.

That’s when the radio man made an impression.

“I need a DJ and you’re what I’m looking for.

 

Sally couldn’t get on the dance floor.

She could no longer move around.

When the music was hot she wanted more.

She played lots of different sounds.

They all yelled “Keep playing music more”

“You’re the best DJ there is around”———R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

Nightmare Or Vision?

      Nightmare Or Vision?

10,000 maniacs were screaming my name.

I think I might be going insane.

I took a walk on the wild side.

While there I almost died.

You’ve heard of the 7 levels of hell?

Well, let me verbalize & ring your bell.

There may even be a level # 8.

Designed especially for your fate.

All those things you’ve buried deep.

Kept in the dark afraid to seek.

Pigeon holed deep in your mind.

Buried, you hoped, till the end of time.

Locked up tight in the dark recesses of the id.

Only emerging in nightmares when a kid.

If those nightmares return as an adult.

The fabric of your sanity may melt.

The most atrocious offensive things.

Sit in wait to emerge & cause pain.

You’ll run, you’ll scream, you’ll flip your lid.

You’ll be more frightened than when a kid.

Never think you can tempt your fate.

Demons will act. They will not wait.

They will drag you down to the 8th level of hell.

There you will remain to scream and yell.

You may be locked up in a rubber room.

But, your mind tells you ‘IT’ is coming soon.

Tranquilizers just make it like you’re in a fog.

Makes you feel like you’re stuck in a bog.

Demons screaming, the smoke, the fire.

All of them yelling that you’re a liar.

There is no escape as indescribable things appear.

You rip your face and skin in fear.

You’re screaming “let me out” “let me die.”

You feel like ripping out your eyes.

There is no escape. You know this is final.

Judgment has closed. You know why though.

Back when you had the choice.

You didn’t even use your voice.

You turned your back on the only salvation.

You could not resist temptation.

Oh, that you only understood.

You can do nothing that is good.

But, He can , and will for you.

All it takes is to ask Him to.

I made it back when I woke up screaming .

It wasn’t true, I was only dreaming.

But, it sure woke me out of my slumber.

I fell to my knees & prayed like thunder.

Loud and long for God above

to keep me safe in His arms of love———–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

The Desert Inn

 

      The Desert Inn

On a dark desert highway.

Cool wind in my hair.

I cranked open the chopper.

I didn’t have a care.

Watched the stars up high.

No one was around.

I ran out of ‘poppers’.

I thought I heard a sound.

I pulled over & stopped.

All I heard was the wind.

I thought I heard the coppers.

As I scratched under my chin,

Good thing I ran out of ‘poppers.’

I heard a voice on the wind.

 

“Welcome to the Desert Inn.”

“What a lovely place.”

“Such a lovely face.”

“Come stay awhile within.”

“Any time of year.”

“You are welcome here.”

 

I looked all around.

I could not see a thing.

I listened for a sound.

I couldn’t hear a thing.

 

I started riding down the road.

Soon I saw a shimmering light.

I thought this must be the place.

It turned out I was right.

The Desert Inn; as I was told.

A sign above the door said:

WELCOME- STAY AWHILE

“Can I get myself a bed?”

The night clerk smiled.

“If that’s what you want, sir.”

I told him that it was.

“Can I get a cold beer?”

“I’ll bring one up in awhile.”

 

“Welcome to the Desert Inn.”

“What a lovely place.”

“Such a lovely face.”

“Come stay awhile within.”

“Any time of year.”

“You are welcome here.”

 

Again, I looked all around

I could not see a thing.

I listened for a sound.

I couldn’t hear a thing.

 

I found the room & in I went.

Simple but, cozy.

Nothing to rave about.

Then I decided to mosey.

And have a look about.

I heard laughter from a vent.

In the ‘party room’, below.

a party was going on..

I went to join the show.

I wasn’t gone for too long.

The waitress came.

I ordered a beer.

She said “It is a real shame.”

“We don’t have any beer here.”

 

“Welcome to the Desert Inn.”

“What a lovely place.”

“Such a lovely face.”

“Come stay awhile within.”

“Any time of year.”

“You are welcome here.”

 

I looked all around.

I could not see a thing.

I listened for a sound.

I couldn’t hear a thing.

 

I asked the waitress what it was.

“What do you mean?” she said.

“Someone singing about this place.”

“Oh, that is nothing.” she said.

“Ghosts sing about this place.”

“What do you mean?” I said.

“Just past guests who like it here.”

“Past guests who like it here?”

“Well, yes. You can check out anytime.”

“But, You can never leave.”

I shot out of there like a jet bird.

I rode 100 mph to the nearest town.

I told the sheriff what I saw & heard.

He laughed, then frowned.

 

He sang: “Welcome to the Desert Inn.”

“What a lovely place.”

“Such a lovely face.”

“Come stay awhile within.”

“Any time of year.”

“You are welcome here.”

 

“Did you look all around son?”

“Did you not see anything?”

“Did you listen for a sound son?”

“Did you not hear a thing?”

 

“Yes, that is exactly what happened.”

“It is all an urban legend. son.”

“Many people went through what you did.”

“No trace of the place is ever found.”

“We’ll go look when it’s light.”

“You will see what I mean.”

“You can follow me on your bike.”

“We will check out the scene.”

In the morning we went back there.

Not a thing could be found or heard.

He said “I was lucky to be there.”

“Some people didn’t make it out, we heard.”

I had to take him at his word.

I had nothing else to say.

As I rode away I heard a bird.

It seemed to be laughing all the way.———R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Attitude Adjustment Needed

Attitude Adjustment Needed

I’ve never met anyone like you.

You stand out by the things you do.

Your personality would turn off rain.

Seems all you do is want to cause pain.

You must have been burned bad.

This is your defense. It’s very sad.

No one gets close to you.

Even friends don’t have a clue.

You never give anyone a chance.

First they must do the dance.

Jump the hoops you put them through.

In the end they end up a fool.

I’ve never met anyone like you.

You’re behavior, I can’t get used to.

You are the most difficult person ever.

Yet you think you are really clever.

Voted in school most likely to be killed.

That should let you know to chill.

Why so afraid to be a nice person?

All you do is leave people cursing.

You’re doomed to be a loner all your life.

Then you complain about all the strife.

I’ve never met anyone like you.

There is only one thing that will do.

You need an extreme attitude adjustment.

The butt kicking you need won’t be pleasant.

But, hopefully, it will wake you up.

Otherwise, you’ll remain in this rut.

No hope of ever finding reciprocal love.

Except for the love that comes from above.

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