Author: papasmurf

It’s ‘Alien’ To The Aliens

 

         It’s ‘Alien’ To The Aliens

I was walking down a country road.

I was all alone, looking for a toad.

Then, I saw the thing coming out of the sky.

A UFO here?—– I wondered why?

It stopped over head 200 feet up.

The bottom looked like a paper cup.

It was metal, but, the shape, you see.

Looked like a paper cup to me.

All of a sudden a blue light came on.

I was thinking ‘color me gone.’

Next thing I know I was lifted away.

Scooped right up into its bay.

What I saw then was really weird.

Looked like overgrown veggies had appeared.

Big green lumps like broccoli heads.

Mushroom tops and carrot shreds.

All apparently made of metal.

There were even big things like a kettle.

I got to my feet and walked around.

There was nobody to be found.

Then I saw what could have been a door.

Except it was weird, coming out of the floor.

I got close and it opened up.

It led to a slide into a buttercup.

I slid down into something soft.

A spongy consistence set on a loft.

Down below were alien beings.

They were busy at whatever I was seeing.

Then a voice came to me within my head.

It was in English, not Martian instead.

It must have been mental telepathy.

I was alert with no lethargy.

It said “Welcome to the stellar ship Orion.”

I said “You kidnapped me. I ain’t lying.”

“Relax, we only have a few questions.”

“I hope this isn’t to teach me a lesson.”

“How does your race feel about alien beings?”

“It’s hard to say without first seeing.”

“Would they join a Space Federation?”

“You should ask the President” I said with elation.

“Do not you all have an equal say?”

“Hell no!! Not in this world of today.”

“It seems we have questioned the wrong person”

“Oh, I don’t know. At least I’m not cursing.”

Next I knew I awoke in a pile of leaves.

I was deep in a forest with many trees.

I walked till I came to a road.

Flagged down a truck with a heavy load.

I found out I was  about 30 miles from home.

I had lost a day in my ‘stellar’ roam.

I didn’t tell him of my situation.

I just said I was on vacation.

But, one thing I know as sure as bacon.

If they ask the President, he’ll make them

honorary citizens if they vote for him.

“Have some food stamps.” he’ll say with a grin.

But, he won’t have us join any Federation.

Only a Socialist society, then he’ll take them.

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It Is Only Me

               It Is Only Me

If you ever wondered who it could be?

More than likely, it is me.

I don’t try to be more than I can be.

I am satisfied to just be me.

 

I may seem different at times, you see.

The reality is it’s only me.

There are many sides of me to see.

But, in the end, they all are me.

 

It is me

and only me.

I am all that

I want to be.

I may not be

the one you

want me to be.

I can only say

sorry, you see.

Cause in the end

it’s still only me.

 

I like to think that I am free.

Just as free as I can be.

Yet, what others do influences me.

So I guess I’m not really free.

 

Still, I am all I want to be.

You may or may not learn from me.

That is all o.k. with me.

I don’t claim to be a learing tree.

 

A tree to hang your troubles on.

Or, provide shade until you’re gone.

All I claim is I am me.

I am all I want to be.

 

It is me

and only me.

I am all that

I want to be.

I can only say

sorry, you see.

Cause in the end

it’s still only me.———————-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

Communicate With Your Mate

 

Communicate With Your Mate

Every day I raise

hoping to see your eyes.

Hoping just once more,

you will finally realize.

I didn’t want you to leave.

I didn’t want you to

think I tried to deceive.

All I’ve done since is cry.

I want to see your eyes.

 

We had been so close.

Much closer than most.

I thought that you would see

when I took that trip to the coast,

I wasn’t with someone else.

it was only business that day.

If I only knew how you felt.

I would have held you so close.

It was business, not for boast.

 

I should have let you know.

Why I was going to go.

Why I didn’t ask you to go too.

It was something I had to do.

I wasn’t thinking at all.

I should have never made that call.

It was something not involving us.

Yet, I made it hard for you to trust.

 

Every day I raise

hoping to see your eyes.

Hoping just once more,

you will finally realize.

I didn’t want you to leave.

I didn’t want you to

think I tried to deceive.

All I’ve done since is cry.

I want to see your eyes.————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

Mysterious Journey

           Mysterious Journey

Down rugged, misty, long forgotten, mountain trails

we struggled on until we could finally see.

Down in the mysterious valley.

It is where ‘they’ will be.

In a land of mystery and enchantment.

We knew the only answer was down

in the valley at the macabre encampment.

Where the ‘mystic ones’ were reported to be.

Though, never seen.

No matter how much we would stare.

We could feel ‘them’.

We knew that ‘they’ were there.

Down in the valley is where ‘they’ had to be.

We had to know. We had to go.

Though the risk was so high

it threatened our very souls.

Down in the valley

was where we had to go.———————–R. W. Johnson—–(2004)

 

Earthquake Calamity

               Earthquake Calamity

On August 24, 2014 at 0320 I thought I was dead.

I woke up with a freight train running through my head.

The whole place was shaking, things falling everywhere.

“EARTHQUAKE” my wife yelled. I knew she was there.

It was darker than the pit of hell. The power was off.

Dust was in the air.—– I began to cough.

Finally, my wife found the flashlight she keeps by the bed.

There was a big cloud of dust over our head.

The shaking had stopped by now.

We started looking around. “Holy cow!!”

Things had fallen everywhere up to the level of the bed.

I started getting a real bad headache in my head.

The other flashlight was by the front door.

I had to climb over mounds of broken gore.

I barely could squeeze out the bedroom door.

My shoes were in the hall with half the house on the floor.

I didn’t have pants but, I had shoes.

I climbed on, trying not to be verbally rude.

I finally reached the front door.

The flashlight wasn’t there anymore.

The door would only open a couple inches.

I was searching for the flashlight without britches.

Then I heard someone just outside.

It was my daughter checking if we survived.

I said we were o.k. but, I couldn’t open the door.

She said o.k. She knew the score.

She was going back home. She will be back later.

“Thanks, bye.” Then I found the light, I fear.

What a mess!! Where to start?

It was enough to break our hearts.

I started at the door to clean it all up.

30 days later we are still cleaning up.

All I have to say is: “EARTHQUAKES SUCK!!!”

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

 

 

A Documentary On My Life

 

           A Documentary On My Life

I sat down to watch a documentary on my life.

There I am thinking people aren’t worth the pain & strife.

Then I see you walking in.

You stand quietly as you take it all in.

What was that running down your cheek?

Was it a tear? Did you spring a leak?

Why in the world would you cry for me?

There is something more here than I can see.

As the documentary rolls along.

We come to the part where  I am gone.

I should have been there for support.

Instead I was making an appearance in court.

There I am without a job.

“This world is cruel” I hear myself sob.

later on I’m all alone.

I cry and sigh. Then I moan.

Finally someone comes along.

This is it. Am I right or am I wrong?

I am feeling like a solitary man.

Like the Neil Diamond song can.

Again I’m on the road alone.

Then I notice how you’ve grown.

It seems you have been there most of my life.

Not my focus, just there for support through the strife.

Now I see what I missed before.

It is you I’ve been looking for.

TO BE CONTINUED appears on the screen.

I have a feeling the ending will be keen.

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

 

 

The Way It Is

 

        The Way It Is

Peek a boo.—– I see you.

What the heck is a Pick-a-chew??

Poke-e-mon names for you and me.

Spelled wrong, no doubt, as you can see.

Whatever happened to kick the can.

Try and catch me if you can.

Hide and seek and guessing games?

Today they are only a name.

Kids are glued to video games.

To us it all seems pretty lame.

Yet, it keeps them occupied most of the time.

Is it a good way or is it a crime??

When you wish upon a star.

It does make a difference who you are.

Bring them up right & they will follow the Lord.

Not be a member of some angry hoard.

Video games can be good or bad.

It all depends on the upbringing you’ve had.

So get it down and get it right.

Raise them properly with all your might.

The rest will be up to the Lord.

Sit back & watch. You won’t be bored.——-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

Too Tired

            Too Tired

I’m too tired to write a poem.

So I guess I will flip a coin.

Heads, I will try to knock one out.

Tails, I just kick back without a pout.

Well,—- here I am again.

You can guess what came up then.

Let’s see, something to write about.

I could say I am suffering with gout.

But, that would be a lie.

I’m just not that kind of guy.

I could write about the 50 year reunion.

Not mine, my wife’s recent conclusion.

It was fun but, it wasn’t mine.

I didn’t know many but, had a good time.

Maybe I could write about Mr. Jax.

An imaginary person with a battle axe.

That can get pretty gory though.

Wouldn’t want to ruin the show.

“What the hey?”, you’re thinking now.

My imagination runs wild somehow.

I don’t ‘think’ any of it on purpose.

Sometimes, I have to say “Curse it.”

If you’ve read many poems by me.

You’ll have no trouble trying to see.

To figure out  what is happening in my head.

Maybe that’s the wrong thing to say, instead.

I’ll just say “Hang on for the ride.”

“I’m spitting it out faster than the tide.”

I’m too tired to continue on with this.

I hope this one is a hit. Not a miss.————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

Just ‘Babbling’ On

              Just ‘Babbling’ On

What the hey?

Have you heard the news?

Kids no longer wear button down shoes.

It’s o.k. to have long hair.

Be a guy or a girl. Be there or be square.

I didn’t know this but, it’s true.

Most people haven’t heard of “Little boy blue.”

Did you hear there is a new math?

Must be easier. A kid I know is daft.

To him 1 + 1 is three.

They pass him along anyway, don’t you see.

Someone said politics is dirty.

The mud slinging has gotten real nerdy.

Illegal aliens are everywhere.

Not talking space aliens, if you care.

Poetry is a way to express yourself.

it has to be this because I don’t have wealth.

What the heck am I trying to say?

I have no idea but, try anyway.

Kids today can’t live without their phone.

I tell them we didn’t have that. They just moan.

Facebook lets people look at you

and wonder who the hell you’re talking to?

I read a story once upon a time.

Yes, I can read. it’s not a crime.

It started out exactly like that.

A fairy tale, as a matter of fact.

Enough about that. How about sports?

Football, baseball, & games played on courts?

What? No interest there?

Well I’ll be——-No, I cannot swear.

After reading this piece of trash.

You are sure I am unabashed.

Not afraid to display my insanity.

It’s just the way it has to be——————–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

The Lesson At The Banyon Tree

      The Lesson At The Banyan Tree

Where will we play today asked panda bear?

The orangutan shook out his underwear.

How about in the Banyan tree?

I guess that would be fun for me.

They set off through the forest.

They met a monkey that looked like a florist.

He had a big armload of flowers.

He was hiding like a coward.

Don’t be afraid said panda bear.

We’re not going to give you a scare.

We’re headed for the Banyan tree.

Would you like to come along and see?

The monkey tossed the flowers aside.

I will come and be your guide.

So off they went as happy as could be.

They were in search of the Banyan tree.

They came upon a babbling brook.

They got closer and took a look.

How will we get across this raging river?

Said the monkey with a quiver.

This is just a small babbling brook.

The orangutan said with a stern look.

Right up there we can jump across.

Come here monkey. I’ll give you a toss.

On they went deep into the forest.

It seemed to get darker along their course.

The monkey was getting a little frightened.

The grip of panda bear on his hand tightened.

Hey monkey, I thought you knew the way?

I did but, things look a lot different today.

On they went till they came to a gigantic tree.

It had lots of trunks, you see.

There it is yelled the monkey with glee.

I can’t wait to climb that tree.

As they got near they heard a deep voice.

What brings you to my tree of choice?

They all jumped and looked around.

There was no one to be found.

Look up here in the tree.

Now, do you see me?

It was a huge vulture sitting on a limb.

He looked like the devil was his next of kin.

We came to play in the Banyan tree.

Said panda bear as nice as could be.

Nobody plays in my tree without a gift.

The vulture was sounding a little miffed.

What kind of gift asked orangutan?

I usually like something dead.

They all looked at him with dread.

I was thinking more of love said panda bear.

Love? What is that? Something for my hair?

No, love like from the father above.

He made all nature and all we love.

He even made this Banyan tree.

He even made you and me.

I have never heard of this ‘father’.

They all told him of the creator God and His love for us.

The vulture was moved. Join me he said with no fuss.

Soon they were all playing in the Banyan tree.

Sharing brotherly love .There’s a lesson here for you & me.

Share your knowledge of the savior with all you meet.

You may end up with a Banyan tree treat.

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