The Rule Of The 6

                     The Rule Of The 6

They had escaped from a secret government lab.

They had mental powers no one else had ever had.

Parts of their brains had been activated, in time.

Some kids didn’t make it, losing their mind.

They had been taken while still quite young.

Basically kidnapped. And so it had begun.

Using techniques they couldn’t describe.

Their brains were stimulated until they cried.

They all developed incredible powers.

To describe all they could do might take hours.

Eventually, they communicated by mental telepathy.

Afraid to speak out loud for fear of jeopardy.

They planned their escape using their powers.

“Now that we  are free, the world is ours.”

Knowing right from wrong, 6 would do good.

2 had an evil side and raised hell when they could.

The 6 became super heroes, to some extent.

The 2 became their nemesis, which was their intent.

So, the battles began, while still avoiding being caught.

Caught by government agents, or being shot.

What happened with them is:  The Rule Of The 6.

It is exciting, deadly, and doesn’t get worse than this.

But, these are stories for another time.

Keep in mind that, though kids, they are hard to find.

——————————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

Rumbling In The Ground

       Rumbling In The Ground

What is that sound??

A low pitched rumble in the ground.

It can go on for hours.

Then it stops. I was ready to holler.

In a day, or a week, or so, it starts again.

When in the hell did all this begin?

We have to search. Find the source.

Search day and night. Grab a torch.

It is heard for miles around.

It’s even heard way out of town.

We have to get to the bottom of this.

This noise is breaking my sanity to bits.

It could be coming from underground.

But, there’s no entrance I have found.

There is one place we haven’t looked.

In the old abandoned mine by the brook.

Let’s go there and check it out.

We’ll go by the shortest route.

There it is, right up ahead.

That sound is louder in my head.

Slowly, we creped into the abandoned mine.

I was sure we were in the right place this time.

Light was coming from just up ahead.

What we saw made my feet feel like lead.

An ogre was sitting at a spinning wheel.

The spinning wheel was making the squeal.

He was spinning straw into gold.

Throwing away any straw with mold.

He had piles of gold stacked all around.

The noisy rumble was felt deep in the ground.

We took off running like bats out of hell.

We had to find someone to tell.

Then, we realized no one would believe.

It was just a story we conceived.

We kept it all to ourselves.

Maybe, if we were elves,

we could sneak back and steal some gold.

That would be wrong, I’ve been told.

An ogre and his gold is best left alone.

Just suffer the noise, though it makes you moan.

——————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

Is A Win Really A Win?

    Is A Win Really A Win?

I have heard it before.

I’ll hear it again.

A knock at the door.

Maybe I’ll win.

No chance in hell.

I’ve heard that before.

They’re ringing the bell.

What could it be for?

You have won!!

You’re rich as hell.

You said it couldn’t be done.

I’m rich now, so don’t tell.

Oh, it’s true. It’s damn true.

I knew I’d win again.

So, now what will we do?

She looked at me with a grin.

First, we’ll pay these damn bills.

Be debt free for a change.

Then, time for some thrills.

A busy schedule can be arranged.

What about the needy?

The poor will always be with us.

That is no reason to be greedy.

How do you know who you can trust?

I guess there is no way?

This puts us in a real bind.

Save most for a rainy day.

Yet, I feel I should be kind.

What the hell is wrong with you?

You tried for years to be a winner.

Now that you are, what do you do?

You’re not worth the price of a dinner.

You weren’t born to ever be rich.

Might as well give it all away.

Why are you being such a bitch?

This is supposed to be our lucky day.

It proves money doesn’t make you happy.

If anything, it makes more problems.

Will you just quit talking sappy.

If there is problems, we will solve them.

Let’s sleep on it and decide tomorrow.

We will be thinking clearer then.

This is good. There should be no sorrow.

O.K., but just think, what did you really win??

—————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

Message From The Grave

             Message From The Grave

You are gone, but I hear your voice once more.

It is like you are right outside the door.

This can’t be because you have passed over.

You are in the cemetery pushing up clover.

Am I loosing it? Going out of my mind?

I will miss you till the end of time.

I always thought, once you’re dead, you’re gone.

No after life in the grave to carry on.

Yet, you’re voice keeps coming back to me.

Can grief cause these things I hear and see?

I thought I saw you leaving the room.

I ran to look, but there was nothing in the gloom.

If you have returned, appear at my side.

Let me talk with you. Are you alive?

Is there something you want to say to me?

Talk to me now so I can be able to see.

Is that you, standing by the door?

Like I saw you standing there before?

Talk to me. Tell me what you have to say.

I know it’s important. Tell me today.

What was that? Don’t talk to my back.

Don’t forget to feed the cat???

——————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

Thinking Back

             Thinking Back

A simple time, a simple place.

It brought a smile to my face.

Thinking back when I was a kid.

Pressures now will flip your lid.

Back then, things were better.

No computers. We wrote letters.

I can remember my first kiss.

Now, what made me think of this?

Probably what I saw on T.V.

It was quite vulgar, you see.

Not a simple childhood kiss.

For that, I am not remiss.

There is no way to go back.

Or, I’d be there. It’s a fact.

I didn’t know what I had back then.

I do now.—– Let me begin.

I wouldn’t trade those times for the world.

The memories are great. They have held.

Nothing like being able to reminisce.

Thinking back on doing the twist.

Watching American Bandstand on T.V.

Listening to the old songs. You and me.

We always knew Father Knows Best.

My Little Margie knew the rest.

Hi Yo Silver was the weekend cry.

Along with The Cisco Kid and I.

Cartoons were funny, not gory.

Servicemen got all our glory.

We were kids just having fun.

None of us had to carry a gun.

Violence was for boxing.

And Texas Wrestling. Not mocking.

Just saying things were better then.

I think it’s time we make amends.

———————————R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

The Owl And I

                    The Owl And 

When young, I was on my way to school.

I saw an owl in a tree. He said woo!!

I stopped and said “My name is Sam.”

Now that you know who I am,

who are you? He just said woo!

I was wondering what am I to do?

When all the bird says is woo!

He flew away right after that.

But, the next day, he was back.

Again, I heard him say woo!

I told him who I was too.

“Are you saying woo is your name”

He said woo again. Was it a game?

Then he turned his head way around.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” I said with a frown.

He fluffed his feathers and shook his head.

But, woo was all he ever said.

Soon, he flew away again.

Flying high on the wind.

Next day, he was there, as usual

If he wasn’t, it would be unusual.

I said woo! before he did.

I thought he would flip his lid.

He just looked with big ole eyes.

Shook his head as if to say ‘nice try.’

I tossed him a piece of apple.

He hopped down like going for a rat hole.

He grabbed the apple and returned to the tree.

Then, he gobbled it up real fast, you see.

He said woo! one more time.

Then flew away to see what he could find.

After that, it was a morning routine.

For me not to have an apple would be mean.

Soon, he was taking  it from my hand.

Sometimes, on my arm, he would land.

That day came when I was crossing the street.

I didn’t see the car rushing toward me. Screech.

The owl hit me in the back.

Knocking me out of the car’s track.

The owl had saved my life that day.

For that, I give thanks when I pray.

We remained friends till he started a family.

An old barn, outside of town, was their shanty.

I still see him now and then.

I give him apple because we are friends.

——————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

There Is Hope With Grace

      There Is Hope With Grace

I took a trip to my hometown.

All I wanted was to look around.

I couldn’t believe all that I saw.

It seems my town has taken a fall.

It’s like Sodom and Gomorrah.

If your ‘normal’, people ignore ya.

You must be gay and go all the way.

Be ready for any type of play.

This kind of stuff is not for me.

Only one thing, I gotta flee.

For sure, I will not be looking back.

No pillar of salt. That’s a fact.

The country life is for me.

Walk around and feel free.

Church each week to stay in line.

Always keep God on my mind.

Pray for those who are truly lost.

Suffer them, at any cost.

Except for the grace of God, go I.

Any less and I’d rather die.

There is a major work to do.

It’s too much for me or you.

But, with the power of God to help,

any heart will be brought to melt.

The blinders will fall away.

They will be reborn that day.

———————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

 

No Way, But Up

           No Way But Up

I know that look on your face.

You have failed in every case.

All you’ve tried falls apart.

Even love led to a broken heart.

No happy sunsets for you.

Just one more night to go through.

I would say you’re down and out.

All you do is sit and pout.

No clouds with a silver lining.

Nothing nice to  be reminding.

Life has been a one way street.

Nothing special or unique.

You have thought of ending it all.

That step might be your biggest fall.

No where now to go, but up.

It is hard. Like driving a truck.

Get down and knuckle under.

The sound of that is like thunder.

Roaring in your head so loud.

You can’t lose yourself in a crowd.

John Cena says never give up.

It takes a lot more than luck.

It takes hard work. Never give in.

In the end, you will win.

Put a smile on that face.

You can never be a disgrace.

You have brains, health, and good looks.

Just like written in a book.

Look ahead to the final chapter.

The ending is great. No crap here.

It is the book of your life.

You can write the ending without strife.

Go for the gold. Do your best.

Put those negative thoughts to rest.

Remember, no matter what you do.

The final results are up to you.

—————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

The Valley Of The Damned

       The Valley Of The Damned

He came back home all excited.

“Come with me. Don’t fight it.”

“Let’s go on a little hiking trip.”

“Something to show you that will be a hit.”

We packed up and went on our way.

3 of us, and a dog named Stray.

We were hiking through the woods.

Whatever it is had better be good.

We finally reached a high ridge & stopped.

He got binoculars to look from this spot.

Soon, he gave the binoculars to me.

“Take a look. Tell me what you see.”

“A valley with trees, lake, and a river.”

“What don’t you see.” He said with a quiver.

“What do you mean?” I asked him.

“No sign of  man.” He said on a whim.

“A pristine valley where no one is.”

He said it like it was a quiz.

“Doesn’t that seem strange to you?”

“Maybe, but what’s this leading to?”

“Let’s go down and look around.”

“There must be something to be found.”

We headed down a deer trail.

It kept going down, without fail.

Then, it veered to the left and started back up.

I got a funny feeling in my gut.

“Why does that deer trail turn off?”

“It should have gone on down.” I coughed.

“I don’t know. Let’s keep going down.”

Soon, we saw a bare spot on the ground.

As we went by we all felt a chill.

A mild jolt. Not much of a thrill.

“What was that weird feeling?”

“I have no idea” the others said, reeling.

“Look, Stray won’t go past that spot.”

“I’ll get him.” I didn’t like it a lot.

I had the same weird feeling.

I grabbed the dog. He was squealing

I picked him up to carry him back.

 At that spot he began  to yap.

I passed over as quick as I could.

Once past, he was acting like he should.

We had no answers, so kept on going.

We reached the river, with water flowing.

We followed the river up the valley floor.

It looked as vacant as it did before.

Then, up ahead, we saw a small town.

There was absolutely no one around.

“I could see this spot from the ridge.”

“There was nothing here. Not even a bridge.”

We started exploring the town.

“Who are you” We jumped & turned around.

A shaggy man in his 70’s stood there.

He seemed to come right out of nowhere.

“We are just hikers looking around.”

“Do you live here in this town?”

“Yes, I am the only one left.”

“Once I’m gone, there will only be death.”

˜Just like it told us years ago.”

“I was the youngest. I’ll be the last to go.”

“What are you saying?” We hadn’t a clue.

“O.K., I’ll tell the story to you.”

He told us 65 years ago it came.

An alien, a beast, a monster by name.

It spoke and said it needed this valley.

About 100+ lived here & we did rally.

It said it had something to do.

“I will return, but not for you.”

By then, it said we would all be dead.

We would die of old age, it said.

It said it felt kindly today.

So it wouldn’t kill anyone right away.

It said a barrier will isolate us here.

“There is no escape, I fear.”

We can live out our days.

We couldn’t reproduce in any way.

When it gets back we would all be dead.

“Don’t think I am talking out of my head.”

“I was 10 when it was here.”

“I am now 75, I fear.”

“When I am gone it will come”

“Where did you boys come from”

“Outside the valley. There was no barrier.”

“There was a spot that felt weird there.”

I said “Apparently, the barrier is failing.” 

“We had better get out while it is ailing”

We packed him up and headed out.

Back out on the very same route.

We came to the spot that was weird.

“The barrier was right here.” He feared.

I carried Stray across and the others went too.

The same weird feeling. We hadn’t a clue.

A short distance away, the old man stopped.

“I was afraid of this” He said, shocked.

Then, he disappeared right before our eyes.

We knew for sure, his story wasn’t lies.

Later, after we all got home.

We all knew we weren’t alone.

But, we never spoke of it to any man.

We never went back to The Valley Of The Damned.

———————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

 

 

What Goes Around Comes Around

     What Goes Around Comes Around

The time for you has finally come.

Time to confess what you have done.

You have dodged the bullet long enough.

There is no where you can run.

 

You feel the bottom fell out for you.

There is nothing else that you can do.

You’re a diamond still in the rough.

But, you have been acting like a fool.

 

Oh, oh, it is coming down.

It is falling all around.

The sunsets are turning gray.

Nothing left, except to pray.

There is no longer a way out.

Should have taken a different route.

It is hard to take all the blame.

It will really put you to shame.

Is there anything to be done??

You were not the only one.

 

I remember the day, oh, so well.

Wrong choice made.. Who could tell?

Once it’s made, you can’t turn back.

After that your life is hell.

 

You want to go back again.

Try not to make that sin.

Shouldn’t have went to that shack.

There is no way now to win.

 

Oh, oh, it is coming down.

It is falling all around.

The sunsets are turning gray.

Nothing left, except to pray.

There is no longer a way out.

Should have taken a different route.

It is hard to take all the blame.

It will really put you to shame.

Is there anything to be done??

You were not the only one.

——————————–R.W. Johnson (2017)