papasmurf – Page 19 – Word Smith Wisdom

The Zoo

They say it’s all happening at the zoo.
I don’t believe it. I don’t believe it’s true.
I know the zoo is fun to see.
But, there is other places I’d rather be.
Especially since the monkey’s flung their poo.
The laughing hyena was laughing at you.
The tiger roared and charged the cage.
You bet your booties I was afraid.
The elephants are very smart.
But, have you ever smelled one fart?
The snakes hiss and have beady eyes.
The lions, they wear a thin disguise.
I took a look at the gnu.
For some reason, it reminded me of you.
The giraffes are nice. They make no noise.
The gorillas would break me up like toys.
All the birds are pretty colored.
They stink like bird poop, I uttered.
The stupid seal got me wet.
People laughed. I wanted to forget.
This place is freaking me out.
Maybe the animals know what it’s about.
As for me, let me out of here.
I would rather be home sipping a beer.

————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Make Time For This

Hard to find free time in the everyday life.
It is filled with so much hassle and strife.
Running here, rushing there, no time to spare.
Something is going on everywhere.
Time to kick back and smell the roses.
The answer is right under our noses.
Set priorities. Make a list.
The most important you can’t miss.
The others go on a back burner.
Make time for you. Be a learner.
Take up a hobby. Work the ‘honey do’ list.
You’re on vacation. It beats being pissed.
It could be a couple hours a day.
Save a little time to play.
Just relax and unwind.
Time to enjoy a little free time.
The benefits you reap will be a lot.
Lower your stress, b/p, and tension knot.
It will overall help your health.
Add diet and exercise for little wealth.
In the end, you will be glad you did.
Maybe then, you won’t flip your lid.

———————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Funny How Time Slips Away

I had a surprise the other day.
I went to lunch in the usual way.
There I met an old high school friend.
I never expected to see her again.
The high school years were long ago.
Far from here now, don’t you know.
She was happy, almost in tears.
Because she hadn’t seen me in years.
We were close. She dated a friend of mine.
I thought they would get married, in time.
She said she had been married for years.
To another though, she added with fear.
She said her husband recently died.
She was on vacation to forget, she lied.
She was with a female friend.
She needed a change. Why pretend.
We had a long talk about the good old days.
We laughed, and joked about our silly ways.
After awhile, it was time to go.
I said now I would miss her so.
She said it was good we met anyway.
Isn’t it funny how time slips away.

——————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Author’s Dream, Or A Real Scene (Part 2)

Author’s Dream, Or A Real Scene? (Part 2)

The author was working on his latest book.
It was getting dark when the windows shook.
He heard: “I am back. The enemy is coming.”
He was back in Thanos’s castle, & Thanos was running.
“Quick, I will erect your protective shield.”
“You don’t have to worry. It will not yield.”
He had me stand, looking out over the yard.
I felt surrounded by something hard.
I couldn’t see it, but I knew it was there.
I could feel the static in my hair.
Soon, wizards came into the courtyard.
They had wands and were chanting hard.
A red flash shot across the scene.
A shield glowed around the hit being.
The wizard fired back with a blue flash.
At the gate, the perpetrator jumped back.
A wooden beam split and fell over.
Rock fell on an evil wizard, the size of a bolder.
They had to drop their shields to fire.
If hit then, they became a live wire.
One wizard fired and was hit by a spell.
He immediately gave out a yell.
Then, he was clucking & scratching like a chicken.
The spell had apparently gave him a lickin.
The fight continued, spells flying back & forth.
Wizard’s fire flew, lighting up the court.
Then, the wizards, in sequence, created a scene.
The greatest fireworks I’d ever seen.
Evil wizards were screaming & running everywhere.
There was static electricity in the air.
It was so bright, I had to cover my eyes.
When I opened them, I was surprised.
I was back at my desk and fireworks were going off.
It was the 4th of July. Many fireworks were aloft.
I could easily see them out of my window.
The fairgrounds was a stone’s throw below.
Had I been asleep again? Was it a dream?
It seemed so real, the entire scene.
He would use the scene in his book.
Beyond that, he didn’t want a second look.

——————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Speed Kills

Yesterday I was tearing up the road.
Up ahead, a truck, with a heavy load.
“Out of my way. I got a license to fly.”
The truck pulled over and let me by.

In my mirror, I saw a motorcycle.
Up the middle is where he might go.
Sure enough, he started to come on by.
I opened my door and made him fly.

I’m a terror on wheels, ripping up the road.
If you’re in my way, I’ll knock you out cold.
I’ve got 4-11 gears and dual exhausts.
Fuel injection. I can really get lost.

When walking, I wouldn’t hurt an ant.
In my car,—- I rave and rant.
If people are slow, I pass them on the right.
I am twice as bad when driving at night.

I live for speed and speed loves me.
I go so fast, the world’s a blur to see.
Maybe I should slow down. I see spots.
The lines in the road look like dots.

Then it happened. The cops are after me.
By then, my tail lights was all they could see.
I made a left, then another quick right.
Shut it down, off with the lights.

They went cruising by, it was late at night.
I went the other way. I was soon out of sight.
They can’t catch me. I’m as fast as lightening.
I am so fast, at times it is frightening.

On my tombstone, the epitaph will read.
Everywhere he went with speed.
But, he couldn’t outrun death.
So here he lies, buried in his Vette.

———————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Heart Strings

I once loved the music from the strings of your heart.
Now, that music is just tearing me apart.
The strings of my heart play I love you.
Your heart strings now play we are through.
Yours is such a hurtful and bitter sound.
Not like the music of the happiness I once found.
The music is saying soon you will be gone.
The saddest music number to come along.
The music of nature has dropped a note.
The music of the stars say “That’s all she wrote.”
One is the saddest experience you’ll ever know.
One is sad. That’s how the music goes.
Two is so much better than one.
That is, when the two can sound like one.
My heart strings now only bring tears.
The strings have rusted through the years.
A happier sound cannot be heard.
One is the only sound. The final word.
Oh, that my heart strings would ever sing again.
So I could feel all the joy from within.
The world would sing a happier tune.
Life music would heal the wound.
But, it seems that can never come true.
For I could never find another you.

———————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Author’s Dream, Or A Real Scene

Author’s Dream, Or A Real Scene?

The author was deep into his fantasy writing.
Suddenly, there was a flash like lightening.
He looked around. A wizard was standing there.
He felt a shock that raised up his hair.
“Who are you? Where did you come from?”
“I am Thanos from a magical kingdom.”
“From your ancient past before known time.”
“Back when magic ruled and it was mine.”
“If you are writing about magic, get it right.”
“I’ve come to correct that. Don’t get uptight.”
With that he pointed his wand at the writer.
Zap!! Everything changed. It was night here.
“Where am I. What happened?” he asked.
“You’re in my time. You are way in the past.”
“I will show you why magic didn’t last.”
“I will show you how magic really works.”
“Also, how we live with all its quirks.”
“But, why? Why are you doing all this?”
He was scared. About to piss.
“I wanted you to know such a time was actual.”
“If writing about it, you can get things factual.”
“This is insane. I must be dreaming.”
“I will change your mind about that.” Scheming.
“Here there is a war going on now.”
“Between us and the evil wizards.”He scowled.
“I want to zap them and turn them to dust.”
“That would excite me like you would over lust.”
“They will torture kids and rape a goat.”
“I would like to turn them all to smoke.”
“How long has this war been going on?”
“Since the cradle of creation. It goes on and on.”
He whipped out a map and pointed to it.
“Their kingdom is here. They need a ship.”
“ Much water separates them and us.”
“They won’t fly that far. They have no guts.”
“Wizards can fly? I thought you used a dragon?”
“They exist in this time but, no one can ride them.”
“To fly long distances takes much magical energy.”
“It is far better to wait till they come near me.”
“My sources say an attack will happen tonight.”
“I brought you here so you can observe the fight.”
“What? Is it safe? I could be killed!!”
“You will be safe. So it is willed.”
“I won’t be fighting alone.”
“All wizards will fight to defend the throne.”
“Every spell that is known to us will be used.”
“The same with them. Watch as it ensues.”
“You will be protected by a powerful shield.”
“Do not worry. It will not yield.”
The writer could not believe what he was hearing.
He kept shaking his head but, things were not clearing.
‘This is total madness’ he thought to himself.
I am surprised I am not a fairy or an elf.
“Stay here a moment. I will be right back”
The wizard left and that was that.
He looked around and he was at his desk.
‘What the hell’ he thought. ‘What a mess.’
‘I must have fallen asleep?’ ‘But, it seemed so real.’
After that ‘dream’, he didn’t know how to feel.
It did give him some good ideas for a new story.
He could write about a wizard war, you see.
But, he actually didn’t ‘dream’ about the war.
Stay tuned. For this story, there may be more.

————————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

A Draw Like Greased Lightening

It’s a sight that’s unbelievable to some.
But, the man is really fast with a gun.
Throw a coin into the air.
He would draw and shoot it there.
Blow a hole right through its center.
Then holster without a glimmer.
Even three coins before they fell.
This guy is fast and accurate as hell.
He could split a playing card edgewise.
That should really be no surprise.
He could draw, fire, and holster so fast,
you cannot see it. It is a real blast.
He can shoot riding, running, lying down.
He is the greatest shot ever found.
You might catch a film of him on U-Tube.
You will think ‘How can anyone beat this dude?’
A lifetime of practice made him this good.
He uses his talent properly like he should.
No one can put him to the test.
He would be the best in the old West.

————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

THE DOOR TO ANYWHERE

It’s right up here around the bend.
It’s the weirdest place I’ve ever been in.
I’ve never seen anything like it before.
Look at that sign above the door.
THE DOOR TO ANYWHERE
What do you think that really means?
Think here and now and in between.
Is this shack some kind of time machine?
I don’t know if you would call it a machine.
Think anywhere, not any time.
Once you see it will fall into line.
I’m not sure I want to go in.
What if we’re trapped in the when.
I think it will be the where.
Same time, just a different where.
Go through a door and you are there.
You can go practically anywhere.
They went in and looked around.
Surrounded by hundreds of doors they found.
Each door had a small window.
They looked in. Their curiosity kindled.
They saw where they could step into.
A button by each door rang true.
Push it and the scene would change.
It was enough to drive you insane.
They tried one to see what it would take.
It opened easily. No noise did it make.
They stepped through, then stepped back out.
They just wanted to find out what it was about.
Then they realized someone looking in
could push the button and send them to when?
Let’s get out while we can.
Out of the place they ran.
No sooner had they gone out and it was gone.
Disappeared faster than a fast flying swan.
They looked around and could find no trace.
They were mighty happy they got out of that place.
If you see a sign saying THE DOOR TO ANYWHERE
Don’t go in, even on a dare.
You may get trapped with no way out.
That might be what it is all about.

——————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Just Wasting Time

Sitting here thinking how time flies by.
When I was young time didn’t fly.
But now, before I know it.
The day is gone. I couldn’t slow it.
If I could write my life in rhyme.
It would probably be a real crime.
I would dwell on the good times.
Pass over the bad. It doesn’t rhyme.
Most anyone would do the same.
To dwell on bad is really lame.
For most, the past is always better.
But, if you really stick to the letter.
Life is good at any time.
It can also be bad. A real crime.
Pretty much it is what you make it.
If your negative, you can’t fake it.
If your positive things are better.
You don’t have to be a go getter.
Just be you. Your one of a kind.
On with my dreaming, if you don’t mind.

—————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)