Author: papasmurf

Postage Due

         Postage Due

I have traveled far for you.

My intentions have been true.

I sent a letter through the mail.

Stating it all in detail.

 

What do you mean by that?

You didn’t get the letter. It’s a fact.

It came with postage due.

You thought I thought more of you.

 

You were mad and rejected it.

They said you threw a little fit.

I used enough postage for sure.

It must have fallen off, as it were.

 

You don’t believe a word I say.

Save it for another day.

For another who will believe.

As for you, I can’t deceive.

 

You are sadly mistaken dear.

I’m not deceiving you. Never fear.

Retrieve it from the dead letter box.

Read it and learn that I’m not.

 

My letter is dead to you?

Just because of a little postage due?

Good thing I learned of this now.

Before I made a permanent vow.

 

Lacking postage has saved me.

I wonder how this could be?

Miracles seem to never cease.

Despite the loss, I can be in peace.

—————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

 

Society Has Lost Sight

Society Has Lost Sight

Society is looking real sad.

Everything is turning bad.

People want it given to them.

They will bitch until the end.

Young people want it all.

Yet, not willing to recall.

How to succeed in business.

Or,  whatever it is they wish.

The world owes them a living.

Their country is good at giving.

But, still they burn the flag.

Protest all in which they lag.

They want, , still they taunt.

No cure for what they want.

Hang them with a new rope.

They will bitch without hope.

What I am trying to say.

How did they get here today?

They forgot where they came from.

Now, they are little better than scum.

Time to study our real past.

Take a look at what will last.

Have pride in your endeavors

True, it won’t last forever.

Yet, it should not end this way.

Take pride in what our past does say.

Live like a true American.

Not like a Socialist veteran.

Work hard and try to succeed.

No more whining. No need to plead.

Ask not what your government can do for you.

Ask what you can do for your government too.

—————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

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Lonely At Christmas

        Lonely At Christmas

I don’t wanna be lonely no more.

I don’t wanna answer the door.

I know it means more heartache for me.

All I want is to really be free.

 

Free from all the pain and hurting inside.

I want more than just to know I tried.

I’ve been down and lonely for so long.

I have no idea where I went wrong.

 

I see people enjoying each other’s love.

Like blessings sent from God above.

I have never been able to enjoy this.

It is truly something to bring bliss.

 

Just four walls and a deck of cards.

A table that rocks to make it hard.

I spend my time playing solitaire.

Wishing for a call from anywhere.

 

The holiday season is worst of all.

Celebrating Christmas is no ball.

I sit here carving up some spam.

Wishing the best for every man.

 

Something is tearing me up inside.

My pillow is wet because I cried.

I will hug my TV till someone comes.

Someone to bring me out of this slum.

 

The word lonely isn’t the end.

It is an endless hell to walk in.

There seems to be no way out.

Life sucks, if this is what it is about.

 

I pray Santa will answer my call.

Bring me a girlfriend to end it all.

Let me have a real Christmas.

One that I do not want to miss.

———————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

Expanding Our Love

     Expanding Our Love

It is necessary to know the truth.

Since we are sitting in this booth,

tell me what you really feel.

I don’t want my mind to start to reel.

What was it that led you here?

Was it when I called you dear?

Am I all you were looking for?

Do I live up? Can I do more?

It is hard to answer such questions.

Let me back off before rejection.

I can say why I love you.

Or, I can say what you want me to.

Open honesty is the best policy.

It can set both of us free.

To understand each other from inside out.

That is what it is all about.

To know you from the beginning to the end.

Let you know you are my lover and my friend.

Communication is the key here.

Total understanding, never fear.

It will open doors we never knew were there.

Trust will bloom without a care.

The end result will be greater love, you see.

This is the way it was meant to be.

—————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

Day Tripping

                Day Tripping

See the little boy by that tree.

I wonder what just happened to me?

Something happened on the other side of town.

Why are you going around wearing that frown?
Fractured flickers is a crack up in time.

Oh, how I wish that you were mine.

Let’s go see how much gold we can find.

My thoughts are spinning. I’m losing my mind.

Tell him to go to the little boys room.

Thoughts are flashing. Gone way too soon.

I know there was a bank robbery today.

Lost some money? You don’t say.

My thoughts are jumbled, jumping around.

I was so happy with the new love I found.

There was nothing. Just rocks and mud.

Relieve yourself properly. O.K. then bud.

Whoa,—– it is finally slowing down.

My thoughts are settling to the ground.

What a trip. Once is enough for me.

Let someone else drink that tea.

——————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

The Time App.

          The Time App.

I have invented a ‘time app.’

What do you think of that?

Go back in time a little bit.

15 min., 30 min., up to 2 hrs.

Lost precious time is now ours.

I tested out the beta app.

I was driving like a bat.

Soon, red lights came flashing.

He was behind me, not passing.

He said he had me on radar.

Going faster than a falling star.

Just before he started writing.

I pushed the app. Like lightening,

I was driving 15 min. earlier.

I slowed down, just to be sure.

Soon, I saw him behind a thicket.

He was squirming to give a ticket.

I went by at the legal speed limit.

His radar was on me for a minute.

I never saw him after that.

Saved myself a bunch of crap.

What if going back caused a problem?

Changing things may not solve them.

I could make a mint off this.

It would be a hit, but it could go amiss.

The ending could be tragic, you see.

This could be the end of me.

What do you think of it all?

Get a patent and roll with the fall?

Or, leave it alone as something taboo?

What to do, I’ll never know.—Do you?

———————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

Drowning In Misery

   Drowning In Misery

You think you know.

Where it is I want to go.

You think you know me.

What I want and what I see.

You think you hear.

What it is I fear.

You think you hear me.

How I would love to be free.

You think you feel.

The pain I have that is real.

You think you feel me.

You have no idea, don’t you see?

You try to touch.

The real me I don’t entrust.

You try to touch me.

I won’t get close to be free.

You think you smell.

All that happened when I fell.

You think you smell me.

On this point I don’t agree.

You think you see.

You don’t see how it can be.

You think you see me.

Bent and paralyzed. What’s to see?

You want to care.

It is more than I can bare.

You want to care for me.

I can’t stop you. Can’t you see?

—————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

The Flying Monkey’s

 

        The Flying Monkey’s

I spent many years in my search.

Following every lead, for what it’s worth.

You may think it all kind of funny.

But, I found the land of the flying monkey.

 

It is a place shrouded in mystery.

A place that doesn’t have a history.

It is an island lost in time.

It is a place that’s hard to find.

 

I arrived in the murky mist.

I really wasn’t sure of this.

My crew and I went ashore.

Like a demon opened a door.

 

We couldn’t see much in the mist.

I pointed the way and made a fist.

A jungle started at the shore.

We used machete’s to make a door.

 

We hacked a trail for a couple miles.

We marched along in single file.

Then, we heard a screeching noise.

It sounded like a monkey toy.

 

Overhead, something flew by.

Scared me so bad I thought I would die.

More things were seen flying around.

Then one landed on the ground.

 

A flying monkey. There was no doubt.

This is what our trip was all about.

They kept their distance. They were smart.

We couldn’t coax one into a cart.

 

I wouldn’t shoot one. It’s not my way.

We found a skeleton the very next day.

We had pictures and we had the bones.

It was time to leave for home.

 

We had our proof they did exist.

There was little that we missed.

We kept the location secret.

Protected the monkey’s, with no regret.

 

The flying monkeys are still there .

Living free and flying everywhere.

We have the proof they do exist.

That’s all we wanted. Cross it off the list.

————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

 

Creatures Of The Unknown

 

       Creatures Of The Unknown

There are people; creatures that are around.

They come and go with an eerie sound.

They are not of this world, it’s true.

They could be coming just for you.

Call them creatures of the night.

To see one is a real fright.

They are the basis of many legends.

Real or not?—– It all depends.

Many strange things lead back to them.

To believe is more than just a whim.

Would you take a chance it’s all a hoax?

No more real than a ghost?

Have you heard of the shadow people?

Black eyed children and haunted steeples?

A lot of things from the lunatic fringe.

Most make no sense until the end.

But, by then, it is way too late.

It has already sealed your fate.

Do not mess with the occult or unknown.

The result is not good, it has been shown.

You’ll end up a part of a scary tale.

One quoted over a glass of ale.

Your fate will become a fright.

Told around campfires late at night.

Compare it to the bogyman children fear.

Maybe, it was ‘them’ that was near?

Children have vivid imaginations.

Amazing how they see the situation.

So heed my words and be on guard.

Learning the truth can be real hard.

—————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

 

Moderately Confused

      Moderately Confused

I want it all, with nothing lacking.

I want it today. Just like fracking

Bring it on. Give me more.

Before I head on out the door.

Love is a four letter word.

You’ll give it all, I’ve heard.

Give me exactly what I need.

No, don’t give me a joint of weed.

I want the real thing.

No, not Coke. I want a fling.

Quit trying to dodge the request.

Let’s put this whole thing to rest.

Do you love me or do you not?

I have pinned you on the spot.

Give the answer and tell the truth.

This is not an election booth.

I have chased you long and hard.

I ran half way across the yard.

It’s time to make some front page news.

It is not time to pick and choose.

Do not say I am too demanding.

What we need is some understanding.

Two people meet. They fall in love.

They are like two turtle doves.

They love each other in every way.

It is not a dirty thing to say.

I’m not weird, I am horny

I know you simply adore me.

Why hold back. The time is now.

Don’t look at me with that scowl.

Lovers are as lovers do.

What do you mean I’m such a fool?

I don’t only talk about sex.

Like it is some kind of hex.

I just want to show you that I care.

Put a flower in your hair.

You’re not falling for any of this.

Can’t I even have a kiss?

What the hell? As she slammed the door.

All I wanted was a little more.

———————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)