papasmurf – Page 51 – Word Smith Wisdom

The Enemy Among Us

I look out upon the frosty land.
House roof and trees all white.
Along with the grass and sand.
My thoughts turn to the fight.

Our earth has been attacked.
By aliens for our mineral wealth.
We haven’t given up. We fight back.
Most of us are now in poor health.

We have returned to the rock age.
No modern comforts exist now.
But, our progress, we can gage.
There is a plan to tell us how.

The aliens can’t breathe our air.
They wear stuff to help with that.
Without their stuff, that they wear.
They would die, and that’s a fact.

We will eliminate their breathing gear.
We have a plan that will not fail.
It will work. We have nothing to fear.
They can’t order more through the mail.

We will burn the ship that has the stuff.
An inside job that will work for sure.
They enslaved some. They’re treated rough.
Yet, inside the ship, they will endure.

We have a way to contact them.
They will be supplied with what they need.
They will set fire to the breathing bins.
Make sure it cannot be easy to breathe.

With their equipment destroyed,
they will soon be in a real pickle.
The air,—- they must avoid.
They will be reduced to a trickle.

Those will leave or be overthrown.
Yes, they may return, given time.
By then, we will have things going.
We will be ready. Right down the line.

—————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

I saw her walking down the street the first time.
I knew I would do all I could to make her mine.
I found a clever way to get her name.
I knew my life wasn’t going to be the same.
And it seemed like a good idea at the time.

My only thought was that she was looking fine.
I started thinking a little further down the line.
My next move was all planned out.
Soon, she would see what I was all about.
And it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Soon, I had a date with her. We would dine.
I wasn’t late. I was right on time.
Things went better than expected.
I knew I would never let her feel neglected.
And it seemed like a good idea at the time.

A second date to see a movie seemed just fine.
Things were falling together right in line.
My plan to make her mine was possible now.
I was sure it would all work out somehow.
And it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Things worked out. She became mine.
We were now one throughout time.
Right up until she left me for another.
I should have listened to my mother.
But, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

———————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Words Of Advice

It will come back on you.
Like an onion in a Polish stew.
Acting like a PITA is not right.
It’s a good way to start a fight.
Treat others as they treat you.
Very nice, like they should do.
Acting out and carrying on.
Constantly, from dusk till dawn.
It’s enough to piss off the Pope.
For you, it leaves little hope.
A ‘sweet baby’ complex is much better.
Follow that to the very letter.
You will make friends and influence people.
Be sure to throw in a little wink though.
You are beautiful from head to toes.
Act likewise and see how it goes.
Life will improve, if not for you,
for others who are affected too.
Give it a try. You’ve nothing to lose.
But, much to gain, if you choose.————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

PITA = Pain In The Ass

In The Eye Of The Beholder

I looked and right out my window
Was a reminder of all the love I could kindle.
The prettiest tree on the block.
It was everything that I am not.
It reminded me of all that you are.
The prettiest girl on the block by far.
Every beautiful thing I see around me
Reminds me of the beauty in you I see.
I don’t see myself in this class.
Yet, you see me as a beauty that lasts.
I will take it, and all that you give.
You’re a fountain of youth that helps me live.
I bathe in your beauty daily.
Soak it up like the sun soaks up all that’s shady.
The end result is that I am a better person.
For nothing from you could make me worsen.
Is that word?—- I really don’t care.
As long as you are with me everywhere.
They say beauty is only skin deep.
But, it is what’s inside that makes you so sweet.
You treat others like they were precious gold.
Something precious to have and to hold.
No wonder others think you are a real prize.
They envy me for our loving ties.
That is fine. Just don’t let it ever change.
Sometimes simple love is hard to explain.

————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Stuck Like Glue

Things are not right. What to do?
All I want is to be with you.
When your time is up, I’ll be there.
I will follow you anywhere.
I will follow you into the light.
Look and I will be on your right.
If it gets dark and I can’t see you.
Just hold on and we will get through.
On the other side we will be together.
Be it super hot or perfect weather.
What I am trying to say is this.
Come hell or high water, you’re my miss.
I intend to stick like glue.
Despite what all the world will do.
Call me old fashioned or in a rut.
It is how I am. I feel it in my gut.
I was meant to be with you.
Come thick or thin, we’ll see it through.
What more can I say or do.
My actions will say the rest for you.

————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

The Mystery Of The ‘Glob’

There is a mystery around every turn.
Someone threw a ‘glob’ into the churn.
People who used the butter didn’t get sick.
They didn’t thrash around due to a fit.
They developed some amazing powers.
They could predict rain, or just a shower.
They could see a plane fly overhead.
Tell you who was onboard & who they wed.
Given any object at all, they knew its history.
Right back to the day it was made. No mystery.
They could track better than the best blood hound.
They could even ‘root out’ an evil clown.
Such powers haven’t been known before.
Where did they come from? What’s at its core?
The word is, an alien handled the ‘glob.’
No, it wasn’t Uncle Bob.

He is an alien too.
But, not the kind we were exposed to.
What was the object with such a gift?
Did he make other aliens miffed?
Such powers in our hands could be a hazard.
Election day would go bad for the bastards.
Nothing would get past those with ‘the power.’
Election day would be the ‘bewitching hour.’
But, never fear—-“Power Man” is here.
Just kick back and have a beer.
“Power Man” will weed out the truth.
No need to go to the voting booth.
He will set you straight on all, but your mate.
He has to draw the line somewhere. It’s fate..
It is now a better world. Thanks to the ‘glob.’
With just a little help from Uncle Bob.

————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Summer Fun

Well, it’s a down town day.
A day when I feel more than o.k.
A day for whistling as I walk along.
Great days like this are too soon gone.

I have feel alive and energized.
For this, I am more than obliged.
Everything is turning up roses.
I can even tell where my toe is.

I see all the good around.
Flower smell is good, I’ve found.
Dogs, cats, and other pets.
Are lots of fun. They love us, I guess.

People picknicing in the park.
They stay there till nearly dark.
Kids are playing, having fun.
There is plenty of food for everyone.

Close to home, kids are wet.
The sprinkler is on and set.
Slippery slides are a blast.
Whoever was first could be last.

Things we can’t do in winter.
No one needs a hint here.
Summer fun is all around.
Summer fun is where I’m bound.

So, my summer advice for you.
Is get out there & have fun too.
Don’t give me a dirty glare.
Remember, love is in the air.

—————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

The Glory Days

I was thinking about the good old days.
The glory days, when I grew up & played.
Well, the rocks may melt & the fields burn.
Way before those good old days return.

I may move on to a better place.
Have glory shining from my face.
Have the best of everything.
No need to long for anything.

Yet, I pray, when that day comes.
When everything will lead to fun.
I hope it will be sweeter in every way.
Than it was in those glory days.

————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

A Storybook Romance

I met her at the market place in old Hong Kong.
The only Americans, we instantly got along.
I wondered what she was doing there?
She said it was business only. I swear.
I said too bad. It was a good place for fun.
Drink a little Saki and go for a run.
A run on the beach, or just see the sights.
She said I had a real way to entice.
She was free the next day, so off we went.
Sightseeing, not concerned about what we spent.
We ran on the beach. Swam a little too.
There were tons of things to do.
After a day, or more, of this, she left for home.
I said I would call her on the phone.
She was from the California coast, near S.F.
An area I loved the most. Sorry I left.
A week later I gave her a call.
We went to wine country and had a ball.
The Napa Valley was very beautiful.
There was lots to drink & eat till full.
I told her that this is where I actually lived.
She said: “Really!”, as she used her bib.
“We are almost neighbors, you know.”
“Yet, we met in Hong Kong. What a show.”
Time passed by, like it always does.
Before long, her and I became us.
Traveling was a big part of our time.
I didn’t mind, since she was mine.
You know how these stories go.
Before long, another joined us for the show.
We named him Peter. Pete for short.
He won an award for his book report.
We asked him what book he had read.
He said none. It was based on our lives instead.

————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Finite Man

Lucinda was mine
Till the time
That I found her
Holding Finn.
Loving him.
Then you came along.
Loved me strong.
That’s what I thought.
Then, me and you,
That died too.
Don’t know that I will
But until
I can find me
A little girl who will stay,
And not play
Games behind me.
I will be what I am.
A finite man.
A finite man.
This poem can
Make you a better man.
Sounds like “Solitary Man.”
Do it, if you can.
No need for women to trample man.
When you can be a finite man.
Take things in hand.
Come on boy.
I know you can.

——————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

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