Author: papasmurf

Thinking Back

      Thinking Back

Ain’t it funny how time slips away.

Before you know it you’re old and gray.

Sliding into the winter of your life.

You hurt in the places where you used to play.

But, your heart’s still in it all the way.

You’ve planned for this time with your wife.

 

When you were young did you used to say, “When I’m a man will I like the things I do today?”

When all grown up did you stay the same?

I still like to go out of my way to play.

But, some things changed from day to day.

Then there are others that still remain.

 

No longer a child. Children came my way.

Children get older. They are adults today.

Remember, were getting  older too.

Now they can remember how they used to play.

They can say: “It’s still in the same old way.”

It’s not the same as when they were in school.

 

They may view things in a different way. “I am just older’ is what they say.

I may be older but, not dead yet.

I remember it all like the other day.

They say one thing, I say “No way!!.”

They say “Would you like to make a bet?”

 

Never bet against what old guy’s say.

They were not born yesterday.

They know what happened & what did not.

They have a right to what they say.

It comes from experience during their day.

They have fought for everything  they’ve got.

 

I seem to have gotten a little astray.

But, I do have one thing left to say.

It’s for my wife, who was there too.

If I had to travel along this road till today.

It was sure nice having you with me all the way.

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

 

 

Did You Know?

 

Did You Know?

Did you know?

The dark side of the moon does not glow.

Did you know?

My heart is all aglow.

Can’t you see.

This all means much to me.

Can’t you see.

There is so much yet to see.

All around.

From dizzying heights to the ground..

All around.

The glow can be found.

Come with me.

We both will go and see.

Come with me.

We will both finally be free.

We can flee.

Flee from all reality.

We can flee.

To a place where we can really see.

Just to know.

Can make the difference in the show.

Just to know.

Will help to understand how time flows.

I want to see.

Am I really me?

I want to see.

Would we really be free?

Let it be.

There is only you and me.

Let it be.

Nothing happens unless you see.————-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

Girl Lears Her Lesson

    Girl Learns Her Lesson

I saw him standing by his car.

He said “Oh, there you are.”

I said “Who are you?”

He said “Your dream come true.”

He had lovely blue eyes.

His smile lit up the skies.

He offered me a ride.

How was I to know he lied?

I won’t tell you what happened first.

But, when I said “No.”, it made him curse.

 

I’ll never ride with another strange guy.

I won’t fall for all his lies.

I don’t care if he has beautiful eyes.

I don’t care about the car he drives.

I’ll just say the answer is no.

I am sorry, but I have to go.

 

Another time and another place.

There was another smiling face.

Another fancy car & pickup line.

Pretty face & eyes that said you’re mine.

Offering me another ride.

Acting like he didn’t lie.

He got upset when I said no.

I told him I had to go.

He was a demanding so & so.

So I told him where to go.

 

I’ll never ride with another strange guy.

I won’t fall for all his lies.

I don’t care if he has beautiful eyes.

I don’t care what car he drives.

I’ll say the answer is no.

I am sorry, but I have to go.

 

I learned my lesson & I learned it well.

If this is their approach they can go to hell.

I’m not that kind of girl.

I’m not looking for a thrill.

I want a boy who loves me for me.

One who takes his time to get to know me.

He thinks more of feelings than he does sex.

One that won’t make my life a wreck.

A serious minded young man.

Who treats me like I really am.

That way I won’t have to say no.

I will stay and say ‘Way to go.”—————–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

She said “No”

      She Said “No.”

I was walking along some street in town.

There was no particular place I was bound.

Just thinking how different it might have been.

If you would have said ‘yes’ way back then.

I had plans and schemes of what we’d do.

I could make them happen if I had you.

But, you said ‘no’ & our lives went different ways.

Still, I often think about those past days.

I am still here. Stuck in this town.

You’re gone. Nowhere to be found.

I am still single. But, not for lack of trying.

No one measures up to you, I keep sighing.

Somehow I got stuck in the past.

My emotions were shattered, needing a cast.

They haven’t learned to walk again yet.

If they could my life would be set.

I’m a broken man. Stumbling along with no plan.

Searching, but for what? I don’t understand?

A part of me has been ripped away.

I don’t care if it is night or day.

I’ve been this way since you said “No.”

Now, I have no idea where to go.

I walk in the park and see the birds.

I see some lovers having words.

I see kids playing ball & running with a kite.

I saw two teenagers about to have a fight.

It is all like in a dream. Am I here?

I don’t function normally. Isn’t that queer?

No thoughts seem to come clearly.

No, I haven’t been drinking beer, see.

Part of me is missing. It’s been destroyed.

I am not a man, I am just a toy.

They say time heals all wounds.

I hope and pray that healing will come soon.

In the meantime, I walk down a street in town.

I don’t have any idea where I am bound.

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

Only One Way

      Only One Way

What’s the proper thing to say

when a friend or relative hurts you?

Speaking verbally, it’s not okay.

The pain still hurts through & through.

It hurts because you love them so.

You really don’t want to let them go.

Saying something hurtful to get back

is a defense mechanism. It’s a fact.

To remedy the situation takes strength.

Regardless of what you think.

Swallow your pride for a start.

It is better than being apart.

Apologize, though your heart says no.

There is nowhere else you can go.

You don’t feel you are to blame.

Yet, it is driving you insane.

Words hurt when aimed at you

from a loved one that you knew.

Erase the past and start anew.

It is best for both of you.

Turn it all over to God.

Let Him be the judge. It’s not odd.

He is MUCH wiser than us.

He will leave little to discuss.

He functions on love, so get on board.

Then all will vanish, except for the Lord.—–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

 

Lavender And Green

 

Lavender And Green

Lavender and green.

What a pretty scene.

What does it mean?

Lavender and green.

It was in my dream.

Nothing else was seen.

Nothing in between.

Just Lavender and green.

The sky was Lavender.

The trees were green.

You were Lavender.

I was green.

Does it mean

that you were mean?

Jealousy is green.

It doesn’t mean a thing.

Jealousy I didn’t bring.

You were not mean.

It must mean something?

Just call it a dream.

In time, see what it means.———R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

Troubling Days Ahead

 

      Troubling Days Ahead

There was blood on the leaves.

A body hanging in a white oak tree.

No one around that I could see.

Is this the fate for you and me?

 

Things are changing in this world.

I watched as my coffee swirled.

Will we be safe another day?

Always watching what we say.

 

Sabbath keepers should be put to death.

Hang them or stone them, like the rest.

To be safe, we must always hide.

Be meek & mild. Swallow our pride.

 

God’s end time tragedies keep on coming.

The people are serious. They’re not funning.

Sabbath keepers are the reason why.

To stop the tragedies they must die.

 

God’s people are hiding in caves.

Or, in jail—– treated like slaves.

Your very own neighbor may turn you in.

Yelling “Your Sabbath keeping is a major sin.”

 

They sigh and cry for God night and day.

“Save us. Take this nightmare away.”

God has withdrawn all contact from them.

They must stand on their faith & not sin.

 

Then, when it seems the end is here.

The sky turns bright. God is near.

He saves his people from certain death.

His brightness kills off all the rest.

 

Is this a dream or a prediction?

I guess it depends on your conviction.

The end time days will not be nice.

Get yourself saved or pay the price.

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

 

 

 

 

Insight Needed Badly

      Insight Needed Badly

Looking into the maelstrom, trying to get a view.

Trying to, somehow, better understand you.

It’s like riding a mechanical bull.

The ups and downs take its toll.

It’s true. A woman thinks different than a man.

But, this much difference, I can’t understand.

The contrast is wide and somewhat twisted.

The real cause of her death is often not listed.

Not that it would come to that.

But, radical reactions is where it is at.

I make all effort to stay under control.

Life around you is never at a lull.

I can say something is black.

You will say it is white, then attack.

What is a no no for others is o.k. for you.

This keeps everybody in a stew.

You project onto others all that is wrong.

Never seeing it was you all along.

What a twisted tale we tell.

When we lie to ourselves like hell.

How long till you see that it is true?

You can never run away from you.

I am bailing. It is too much for me.

Let someone else give it a try and see.

Until you finally come to your senses,

your life will always  be blocked by fences.

Fences you’ve created in your own mind.

A spinster life for you would be kind.——–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

Pacos Pete

      Pacos Pete

Pacos Pete was ornery old sot.

Lived in a shack & slept on a cot.

This old goat was a loner, it seems.

Most people he met was in his dreams.

Some say a hermit is what he was.

It was harsh, though he never had a love.

The desert was his home.

He liked living alone.

A small spring in the back of his place

was enough for Pete to wash his face.

It was enough for other little things.

A bath was rare, usually in the spring.

Pete didn’t like other people around.

Only once a month he went into town.

A feisty coot, even though he was old.

He would pay for his supplies in gold.

No one ever bothered old Pete.

Town folk made sure he got something to eat.

One day , some ’no gooders’  came to town.

They were out just roaming around.

Here came Pete on his way into town.

The bad boys looked at Pete with a frown.

Pete went into the general store.

Loaded up his truck & went back for more.

How can he afford that the baddies thought?

Look at how much stuff he has bought.

Pete went into the café for a bite.

Just as soon as he was out of sight

the baddies went into the general store.

They asked the clerk how the old guy scored.

“What?” said the clerk.  “Did he have cash?”

“No, he pays in gold.” said the clerk with a laugh.

The bad boys were shocked to hear this.

One of them said “Well, ain’t that a bitch.”

They planned to follow Pete when he left.

This would be their biggest theft.

Pete came out & drove away in his truck.

The bad boys followed crossing their fingers for luck.

Pete headed straight into the desert.

It was very hot that day in the desert.

Pete kept driving. He had a long way to go.

The bad boys car was starting to slow.

Pete made it home a little after dark.

Next morning he was awakened by a lark.

He went outside  & saw buzzards circling.

Pete knew that could only mean one thing.

He got in his truck to check it out.

It was  drier than usual due to the drought.

He found the bad boys car dead in the road.

The ‘owners were nowhere around,  it’s told.

Pete knew the buzzards meant they didn’t make it.

Just as well he thought. most people can’t take it.

Pete had no knowledge what almost happened to him.

But, Pete didn’t worry. It wasn’t in him.

So goes the tale of Pacos Pete.

If you pass his way bring him a treat.

Pete will be polite, but he won’t be a friend.

Pete will live alone till the very end.

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

 

 

 

 

 

I Lost My Memory Because Of You

     I Lost My Memory Because Of You.

There it is. That same old house.

I came up quiet as a mouse.

With hesitation, I knocked on the door.

Soon, a woman came to the door.

She smiled and said ”Hi.” and no more.

“Excuse me but, have I been here before?”

She looked at me with surprise & said “No.”

”Oh, one more thing before you go.”

“Do you happen to know my name?”

“You don’t even know your own name?”

“No, you see. I have lost my memory.”

“What happened? Can you tell me?”

“I woke up in the hospital 3 days ago.”

“They said I was found lying next to the road.”

“They assumed I had been hit by a car.”

“Minor cuts & bruises was all so far.’

“Also a concussion from when I fell.”

“I had no memory of it as well.”

“Where did this all happen?”

“They found me on Valencia near Main.”

Suddenly, very pale, she became.

“You said this was 3 days ago?”

“That’s what they told me before they let me go.”

“I was driving there that night.”

“Something banged my door on the right.”

“I thought the tire flipped something up.”

“Or, maybe, I had hit a big rut.”

“I saw nothing in my rear view mirror.”

“I think it was you that I hit, I fear.”

“How did you know to come here to find me?”

“I had money to stay several days in a hotel, see.”

“I had no I.D. on me when I was found.”

“There was this money lying around.”

“They said maybe I was out for a walk.”

“I might live near there, within a few blocks.”

“ I started walking all around from there.”

“Each time I was drawn to this house , I swear.”

“Now you know as much as me.”

“Come in & stay awhile with me”

“At least until your memory comes back.”

“It’s the least I can do after the fact.”

I stayed there and time went by.

She was single and pretty shy.

Gradually, my memory did return.

I lived close by, I did learn.

I had come by the money honestly.

I was not married I was glad to see.

I have to cut this story short.

But, this is my favorite retort.

“Here is my wife who I remember now.”

“She wasn’t at the start but, she is now.”

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