Author: papasmurf

She’s The One

 

She’s The One

The time is now.

She is the one.

I knew, somehow,

this time would come.

To have her near

is everything.

She removes all fear.

She is a queen.

When she comes

into a room.

My heart becomes

a big balloon.

It swells  with pride

at just the sight of her.

She will be my bride.

I know this will occur.

In her own way,

she completes me.

What more can I say?

We fit so neatly.

She’s my all and everything.

Complete, down to desire.

The greatest love she can bring.

Strictly for me. I am no liar

My eyes are open.

The way is sure.

Until I croak then,

I will cherish her.

———–R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

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The Mystery Of Mountain Mike

 

      The Mystery Of Mountain Mike

Mountain Mike was a mountain man.

Hunting and trapping in mountain land.

Making a living from selling the furs.

He had his rifle and a mangy cur.

He would be gone all year long.

He would hunt and fish till game was gone.

He was friends with most of the Indians.

Even so, he would seldom see them.

One day he found a girl, nearly dead.

Her parents died of a disease, it’s said.

She was starving, went looking for food.

She was in a severely depressed mood.

Mike nursed her back to health.

In his one room cabin, built for himself.

After a few months, they became friends.

She called him father in the end.

He taught her to fish, hunt, and trap.

Prepare the fur for taking back.

Taking back to the outpost to be sold.

Then buy supplies for the winter cold.

She became an expert shot.

Better than Mike, when really hot.

He was very proud of her.

Dressed her In their very best fur.

They were a team. They worked well.

Herding game to nature’s hell.

A box canyon where they were trapped.

Taking the best game was a snap.

They didn’t kill for fun. Only to eat & survive.

 Selling furs kept them alive.

They would fish to feed themselves.

They were where nature dwells.

Several years passed by.

Then, Mike was injured in a landslide.

She drug him miles to civilization.

On a cot made for the occasion.

People were amazed by her feat.

When done, she was still on her feet.

Mike recovered with medical aid.

After a month resting in the shade

they headed for the mountains then.

One year, they were never heard from again.

But, their rumors will never die.

Others said they saw them bye and bye.

No one could say for sure.

Yet somehow, they got a supply of fur.

—————————R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

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Time Is Running Out

             Time Is Running Out

I had visitors come to me in the night.

In dreams and visions that were out of sight.

Was it visitors from Never Land?

Maybe Tinkerbelle and Peter Pan?

No such thing was happening to me.

It was religious visions for me to see.

Angels guiding me to heavenly places.

I was shown many suffering faces.

Those on earth who are on the fence.

The valley of decision in their defense.

Will they choose the heavenly path?

Or, be led astray by the devil, at last?

The time to choose will be closing soon.

Don’t be caught baying at the moon.

I was told to spread the word.

Let people know what I saw and heard.

Everything that can be shaken will be.

If you’re sealed, you will be free.

There is much to learn and little time to do it.

The end for such effort will be a heavenly trip.

There will be trouble here like never was.

Too horrible to describe. Turn to His love.

If you are His, you are never lost.

You can’t be taken from His hand at any cost.

Choose before probation closes.

Make the correct choice, like Moses.

You have freedom of choice.

You’re not an organic robitoid with no voice.

The day of the Lord is coming soon.

Tell Him your heart has plenty of room.

——————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

The Speed Reader

             The Speed Reader

I signed up for a speed reading course.

I was a slow reader, due to being forced.

The course was by Evelyn Woodhead.

By the time I was done, I was almost dead.

Read faster or lose a finger.

Keep reading. It’s no time to linger.

Read when the pressure is on.

Keep reading from dusk to dawn.

Keep reading and do not sleep.

Keep reading and do not eat.

If you stop you may lose your head.

Keep reading or you’ll end up dead.

I read like hell just to survive.

I had to make it out alive.

I read War And Peace in less than a day.

There was no time to relax and play.

Such a course is run by the devil.

I am talking on the level.

Finally, came the day I got my degree.

Signed in blood for all to see.

I can speed read like a champ.

Even though many others can’t.

There’s just one problem with the lot.

When I start, I just can’t stop.

—————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

The Scientist Strikes Out

        The Scientist Strikes Out

The scientist was working late in his lab.

He was close to success and he was glad.

He had loved super heroes all his life.

He often shared his desire with his wife.

Now, he was on the verge of discovery.

A super hero that would set us all free.

It would happen right here in his lab.

He was so excited, he was almost mad.

All his creation needed was a transfusion.

Super infused blood. It was no illusion.

His creation would then come to life.

No frankincense monster. It was his wife.

She volunteered. Or, so it would seem.

To convince her, he went to the extreme.

So, carefully, the transfusion began.

The result of this should make him the man.

Once completed, slowly, she began to rise.

Then, she began to yell, much to his surprise.

“Come here you little runt” “Bring me water.”

“Hurry, or I’ll kick your ass!” “Why bother.”

“I could mash you like a bug. You hear!”

“Yes,—– you have a lot to fear!”

“I am not becoming a super hero for you.”

“I am going to do just what I want to do.”

“I will be a couch potato. You’ll care for me.”

“Anything I want you will get.” “You see!”

“Your life will be a living hell.”

“While mine will be doing real swell.”

“Make one mistake and I’ll rip you apart.”

“That is coming straight from my heart.”

“You know what I am able to do.”

“After all, I was created by you.”

The scientist had created a living monster.

It will be hell to take her to a concert.

His life was done. There was no way out.

No one will know what this is about.

They will call him ‘Mr. Milktoast.’

He decided he would rather be a ghost.

So, he tried to snuff himself out.

He didn’t succeed. She called him a lout.

When she was done he wished he was dead.

Why, oh why had they ever wed.

Let all this be a warning to all others.

Never marry a monster. Stay with your mothers.

———————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

Don’t Let It Be

            Don’t Let It Be

Lovers crying with a broken heart.

Love is tearing them apart.

Let it be. Let it be.

War is brewing in the news.

People drinking too much booze.

Let it be. Let it be.

People being killed off daily.

Many people headed for Hades.

Let it be. Let it be.

Speaking words of wisdom. Let it be.

Storms and starvation in the news.

Disease and infestation, increased blues.

Let it be. Let it be.

Tornadoes and earthquakes.

Hurricanes and riotous hate.

Let it be. Let it be.

Volcanoes and forest fires.

Floods and sinful desires.

Let it be. Let it be.

Speaking words of wisdom. Let it be.

This you hear from the pulpits now.

Love Jesus. All will be fine somehow.

Let it be. Let it be.

No warning will lead to death.

In eternal life, you must invest.

Do not think just let it be.

Get all your choices in line.

You are running out of time.

Don’t let it be. Let it be.

The end is coming very soon.

Preach it to all in the room.

Don’t let it be. Let it be.

Speaking words of wisdom. Don’t let it be.

————————R. W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

The Road Of Progress

 

     The Road Of Progress

It was late on a very dark night.

It was coming, just out of sight.

Down the road, it was said.

A monster lurked. It was red.

Then, it was on the road.

Charging fast, smoke billowed.

It roared like an angry lion.

Its eyes glowed. I ain’t lying.

The year was 1901.

I dropped my bottle of rum.

I took off through the woods.

I was running as fast as I could.

It growled and flew on by,

down the road with an eerie cry.

What the hell was that thing?

It smelled like smoke and gasoline.

I was shaking in my boots.

I ran home for a gun to shoot.

I went back and waited for it.

I heard it coming lickedy split.

I fired several rounds into it.

It swerved and did a flip.

It was lying on its back.

Smoke was raising. It’s a fact.

Slowly, I approached the beast.

There was a body underneath.

Then, I saw it was a machine.

Then I woke up from the dream.

I had to call it a nightmare.

It was scary as hell, I swear.

Later I went out to the road.

Strange tracks there did unfold.

Like wagon tracks, but wider.

I took a swig of apple cider.

I needed something stronger.

I can’t take this much longer.

So started the automobile age.

Similar storied were the rage.

So, don’t be shocked, if today.

Something strange comes your way.

—————–R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

The Decision To Serve

     The Decision To Serve

He had heard some sort of call.

Oh, to be a fly on the wall.

To hear what transpired.

Too bad he wasn’t wired.

 

He showed up right on time.

Strip searched. He paid no mind.

Shown in to an inner room.

To meet someone there in the gloom.

 

What had he gotten into?

He felt the call. He was no fool.

It was a woman who met him there.

Non descript, except for her hair.

 

“You understand why you’re here?”

“I think so, but make it clear.”

“You’re here because you’re the chosen one.”

“You will lead us to Kingdom Come.”

 

“How can such a thing be done?”

“After all, I am insignificant to some.”

“You will be given all you need.”

“What’s in your heart is all you need.”

 

“Whatever your will. I am all yours.”

“I totally surrender all my fears.”

“You will be blessed my son.”

“You will be guided from the only One.”

 

If this was what it was like to surrender.

Would more people become a member?

Would more be soldiers for God?

Would more carry an iron rod?

 

For each of us it is a private matter.

Between you and your God, a ladder.

Many are chosen, few respond.

Be one of them that will go on.

 

God can use all who are willing.

Yes, it can, and will be thrilling.

How you’re used will fit your nature.

God, the creator, Knows your fate here.

 

Trust in Him with all your heart.

He is with you from the start.

You’ll never face more than you can bare.

He is with you everywhere.

——————————R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

Billy Joe Scores Big

         Billy Joe Scores Big

Billy Joe was the man of the day.

Conquest was the game to play.

He dominated the dating field.

All his conquests could make you reel.

 

Billy Joe had his fancy car.

He had the looks to take him far.

He had the money to impress .

He was the best, more or less.

 

Till the day he pushed too far.

He ended up with a nasty scar.

She kicked him right under the chin.

Stomped his crotch when he fell then.

 

He was rolling and puking in pain.

This might become his claim to fame.

It hit him like a thunderbolt from above.

He had been wrong about his way of love.

 

Billy Joe changed his ways.

Became a gentleman in every way.

Treated every girl with the most respect.

Her feelings, he would never neglect.

 

His reputation was tarnished for awhile.

“It will pass”, he said with a smile.

Sure enough, it truly did.

His true emotions were never hid.

 

Eventually, all girls trusted him.

He was considered a man among men.

He won the hand of the prettiest of all.

The queen of the harvest ball.

 

In the end, she became his wife.

They were living the perfect life.

At one time she despised him.

An attitude adjustment brought a win.

————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

 

Wedding Day For The Dragon Riders

 

    Wedding Day For The Dragon Riders

Finally, the time had come.

Gale and Wendy would soon become as one.

He had proposed and she accepted.

Even their dragons were receptive.

They decided to marry the dragon way.

The dragons said it could be done today.

But, they had to travel to dragon land.

The place where dragons had command.

Above the clouds and beyond the rainbow.

A magical place where dragons go.

It may be on earth, then again, it may not be.

When they travel there, they will see.

They mounted their dragons and away they went.

No one but them knew of the event.

High and far the dragons flew.

Through the clouds and morning dew.

Then, they entered what looked like a funnel.

Swirling lights and colors all around the tunnel.

They were mesmerized by the sight.

They had never seen so many lights.

Colors beyond description,

sinking into their souls, like an inscription.

They felt love. They felt warmth.

They felt infinity was nothing to scorn.

They burst forth upon a beautiful land.

Flowing in colors, rivers, and sand.

Floating isles of wooded land.

Lovely jungles with perfumes grand.

Butterflies up to a foot across.

Beautiful birds, grass with a velvet gloss.

Magical creatures, even satyrs and  unicorns.

Fairies, pixies, elves, lovely creatures with horns.

All creatures of folklore lived here too.

But, here, the dragons rule.

They flew to a castle of 12 precious stones.

All polished and shining, standing alone.

Inside was the Imperial Dragon of High.

The ruler of all that could be seen by dragon eye.

He would perform the marriage ceremony.

He had approved the matrimony.

‘This is rarely done here for humans.”

“But, you both have earned this conclusion.”

‘We were there the night you saved the dragons life.”

“Mentally, we followed all the strife.”

“We were all hoping this day would come.’

“So, we say welcome everyone.”

In a traditional ceremony they were wed.

Traditional to dragons. Different for them instead.

They walked out with dragons on each side.

Blowing fire overhead to match their stride.

They spent a week in the dragons land.

They saw more than they could understand.

But, they felt that they belonged.

Their dragons sang a special song.

The Imperial Dragon said it was time to leave.

“Trouble was brewing again.” “ There is no reprieve.”

“As Dragon Riders, you must do what you can.”

“It is our way to try to help man.”

“The day is coming when dragons will be rejected.”

“Until then, you must do as expected”

The Dragon Riders returned home.

Remembering their wedding at the foot of the throne.

They were as one now, along with their dragons.

They would do their duty. They would not be lagging.

——————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2017)