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Badly Burned

Burned Badly

He’s been down and out. No longer around.

He has not been seen around town.

He’s like a $2 novel without a cover.

Still,—– his story is like no other.

He was burned badly and didn’t recover.

An emotional burn is like no other.

He’d been dropped, stomped, the fire put out.

Yet, the pain continues. He feels like a no account.

She tore him every way but loose.

Ripped him up like the red caboose.

He didn’t have a prayer going in.

He was too trusting to ever win.

He gave her his heart and soul.

She torpedoed them like a soccer pro.

Kicking his heart all around.

Ripping his soul till it can’t be found.

He was only looking for a loving commitment.

She led him on then gave him a shipment.

A shipment of suffering and pain.

Since then, he has never been the same.

He did nothing to deserve what he got.

But, she nailed him when he was on the spot.

It is just the type of girl she is.

She’s a heart breaker, without any fizz.

She tore him every way but loose.

Ripped him up like a red caboose.

He didn’t have a prayer going in.

He was too trusting to ever win.

He gave her his heart and soul.

She torpedoed them like a soccer pro.

Kicking his heart around.

Ripping his soul till it can’t be found.

He is afraid to show affection again.

She has destroyed his desire to win.

He may never find the love of his life.

She gave him too much pain and strife.

He has withdrawn to within himself.

Almost catatonic. Nothing can be felt.

He will never be hurt like that again.

Nothing touches him when he is within.

———————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Defense For Summertime Blues

Defense For Summertime Blues

It’s summertime and time to have fun.

I can’t stay long. I have to run.

I have money in my wallet.

It’s for a swinging weekend . Just call it.

Whatever you want for a good time.

Excluding drugs, alcohol, or any type of crime.

I know, I know. You have heard it before.

Yet,—- I am going out the door.

If it’s a yes,—- get a move on.

If it’s no,—-then I am gone.

I’ve gotta jet. Life is waiting.

I don’t have time for debating.

I know you have heard it all before.

But, this time I mean it to my core.

I am ready to rock and roll.

So come on. Get ready to go.

We will find some swinging hot spot.

We will have a blast. Believe it or not.

What brought about this change in me?

It is summertime. Time to be free.

I feel good when the weather is warm.

The nights are nice & the fields are full of corn.

After the club, time for a moonlit ride.

The top will be down with you by my side.

The wind will whistle through our hair.

The stars will be out everywhere.

We will pull over in a cozy little spot.

There will be necking, like it or not.

But, I all ready know you like it too.

After all, it is the popular thing to do.

Next day, we may go to the beach.

I know some mouth to mouth I can teach.

Later, we can go on a hay ride.

Or, stay there and listen to the tide.

Anything will be a blast with you.

The best defense for the summertime blues.

———————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Love Potion By Words

Love Potion By Words

Men: Don’t let this happen to you.

Women using it think it is cool.

Certain spoken words does the trick.

You will fall for the one using it.

No, it’s not Voodoo, or the like.

So don’t let that make you uptight.

Our brains are hard wired to respond.

The words trigger hormones, then we’re gone.

We are smitten without even a clue.

Never let this happen to you.

It is spreading. More women now know.

This takes all the fun out of the show.

You go down without a fighting chance.

It can be done with hardly a glance.

Are we men or are we mice?

Decide now. No time to think twice.

Do not fall under this deceptive spell.

You could end up in a living hell.

Much more potent than Love Potion # 9.

Except, this only works on men this time.

Does any man know similar words for women?

We need help before we make a decision.

What is good for the goose should be for the gander.

We have to defend ourselves like a man here.

Don’t tempt fate saying you are immune.

Before you know it, you will be consumed.

God, help us. Be our friend.

Women are NOT supposed to lord it over men.

————————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

The Two Poles

The Two Poles

He set up two tall poles, a distance apart.

I said “What is this? A new type of art??”

He said “No, this will rate the winner.”

“Excuse me, did you say winter??”

“No, I said it will rate the winner.”

“I don’t get it. The winner of what?” He said “Don’t you feel it in your gut??”

“The winner of life, guts, and glory.”

“What are you talking about?? It sounds gory.”

“One pole is the center of all things.”

“The other one gives you wings.”

“You’re talking way over my head.”

“One is life. The other one, you’re dead.”

“I don’t think I’m following what you said.”

“All things end in death or life.”

“This will rate how you fought the fight.”

“Exactly how will it do that” I muttered.

“What? It’s as plain as day” he uttered.”

“This pole has a snake on top”

“All who look at it will live. It’s the rock.”

“The other pole is just a big stake.”

He said “To look at it is a mistake.”

He stated “Life is the race.”

“ At the end are the stakes”

“Now, does it make sense to you??”

I said “Yes, indeed it do.”———R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

The Fog

The Fog

A mysterious fog appeared in the evening.

The kind that makes you think of people grieving.

Funny noises were heard coming from the fog.

Screeches, scraping, gurgling, like from a bog.

A friend went outside to check it out .

He didn’t come back. He was nowhere about.

We were In a log cabin in the woods.

Lights front and back only lit up what it could.

We looked out all of the windows.

We only saw fog. It gave us chills.

Suddenly, all the lights went out.

We were scared, as we looked about.

We found a lantern and got it lit.

The dog was barking. Throwing a fit.

We heard some thumping on the door.

Then a loud crash , and we heard no more.

There were 3 of us still in the cabin.

We were all afraid of what would happen.

We lit a fire in the fireplace real quick.

We locked all windows & doors. Candles were lit.

Then the moaning outside began.

The girls said ”Check it out. Be the man.”

“I’m not going out there. I swear.”

“There is something totally wrong out there.”

“Why is there a fog in the middle of summer?”

“All that noise out there is a real bummer.”

“I think maybe we entered the Twilight Zone.”

“Oh, be real, will you. Where is your phone?”

“We don’t have a land phone. No cell service either.”

“My wife wanted to be secluded. Do you want to beat her?”

A scream came from behind the cabin.

It sounded like a bunch of man men.

We were all really getting shook up.

I was feeling a cramp in my gut.

“Don’t you even have a TV?”

“Yes, but the power is off, you see.”

“Let me out of here!!”, & one girl ran out.

She was gone before we could even shout.

It was quiet for a short spell.

Then, she screamed & started yelling ‘help!’

I grabbed my rifle and a few shells.

“If it comes in I’ll blow it to hell.”

“If what comes in” she said.

“Whatever wants to make us dead.”

Then there began a shaking.

Like an earthquake in the making.

It stopped and we looked outside.

No more fog. Nowhere to hide.

We went outside and found nothing.

Our friends were gone. We started cussing.

“What the hell just happened here?”

“I have no idea. Just give me a beer.”

We never found out another thing.

We were afraid what it all would bring.

We told the law the friends left for town.

They never came back. They were nowhere around.

The law made a missing persons search.

They never got a single alert.

The mystery has never been solved.

We wouldn’t mention the fog, we avowed.

———————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Playboy Finds His True Love

Playboy Finds His True Love

It was a tough decision but, it had to be made.

Life was more than just getting laid.

A radical change in life style is coming on.

I have found someone for who I have grown fond.

I have always been a free spirit type of person.

Never tied down to one. Was it a curse then?

All of a sudden I want to change my style.

I desire to stay with just one for awhile.

She is different, without really trying to be.

Somehow, she has gotten through to me.

In chains of love, she had wrapped up my heart.

Now, I can’t stand the time that we are apart.

I want her with me all of the time.

I want to make her permanently mine.

I have to watch my every move.

I don’t want her to have to choose.

I want her to always know that I am the one.

The one who can always make her life fun.

Dedication and faithfulness is new to me.

But, doing so, I really feel free.

It is something I feel like I want to do.

I always want to be true blue.

This is a totally new way of life.

I am positive I want her for my wife.

I never knew things could be so good.

Just as long as it is always understood.

This is a commitment I am trying to make.

I know everything that is at stake.

But, if you love me like I love you,

then neither of us will ever be a fool.

I see things getting so good,

it is indescribable, even if I could.

I will feel like I am genuinely blessed.

If and when you will just say yes!!

——————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Seperation Sucks!!

Separation Sucks!!

She is coming home today.

For awhile, she has been away.

I missed her more each day.

Ever since she has been away.

The homecoming is an important thing.

It is something that makes me sing.

Good times will be happening again.

It’s like getting back a long lost friend.

Time goes by. Be it long or short.

Either brings on feelings, I can report.

Feelings of loneliness and fear.

Will she ever again be near?

Though it is a planned business trip.

The whole time away she is missed.

When she gets home we’ll celebrate.

It will be like our very first date.

It will end in a climax of love.

We will be closer than 2 turtle doves.

A day to remember from our past.

One whose memories will really last.

At times, being apart, we can’t avoid.

These are times I’d like to destroy.

But, when we are together again.

A greater gift I could not win.

Let’s make the most of when we are together.

In the future, there may be bad weather.

That would be when either must be away.

I would prefer that we could always stay.

Yes, being apart is a real bummer.

Not much to do here but, slumber.

But, the day comes when we are together again.

Then we can party like it will never end.

—————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Home At Last

Home At Last

Sitting by the road of life

as the parade goes marching by.

He is carrying a load of strife

as he sits and wonders why?

The old man sits and wonders

where his life has gone.

Sure, he made a few blunders

as he lived his life, so long.

Happiness is not the final result.

It was often fun along the way.

He could have joined the revolt.

When they invited him to stay.

Dead and gone, they all are now.

He would be to if he had joined in.

He lived by the sweat of his brow.

He did his best to never sin.

But, now he has little to show

for his life of virtue & purity.

What he lacked, he didn’t know?

He knew he had little surety.

In his mind he had gone astray.

He didn’t know when it happened.

He didn’t know the answer anyway.

He just knew it was a crappy end.

He outlived all his family

Why,—- he hadn’t a clue.

It wasn’t because he was more manly.

But, he was really feeling blue.

Then, a voice spoke to him.

It was that small, quiet voice.

“I can set you free. Amen.”

“Turn to me. You have a choice.”

He fell on his face & praised the Lord.

“I am unworthy!!” he cried in agony.

“ I have for you a final reward.”

“Be at peace & let it be.”

The old man surrendered his will.

He gave all to the Lord as he was.

Then, he lay down & became very still.

The Lord had taken him to live above.

———————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

The Tunnel Is Brighter At The End

The Tunnel Is Brighter At The End

Walking in the haze of fractured memories.

In the mists of dreams depleted of energy.

Little to see or even hope for.

I don’t know what to do anymore.

All is a gate that swings one way.

The way is out. I cannot stay.

All hopes are ripping at the seams.

The final result seems very mean.

The heart feels like rubber ball.

Bouncing here and there before it falls.

The breakups come. The hurt continues.

I wonder what is next on the menu?

Is there an energy drink that will work?

Make you feel great with just a little squirt?

Maybe a pill that will work that way?

Make you feel better if taken the next day?

Just stagger on your miserable way.

Don’t ever plan on coming back to stay.

Get on down to Lonely Street.

Heartbreak Hotel has the room you seek.

Your life is at an all time low.

There is nowhere else to go.

Just learn to roll with the blow.

Change your name to Joe Schmo

Then, a girl catches your eye.

Should you give it one more try?

She smiles as she looks your way.

Put those blues off till another day.

This might be the one that works.

Now wouldn’t that be a funny quirk?

You’ve been trodden down like a rug.

Now it may be your turn to be smug.

Things can’t get worse than they are.

Offer her a ride in your car.

She looks like she could use a lift.

You can ask. She won’t get miffed.

Thinking back on those memories.

All my dreams now have energy.

There is so much now to hope for.

I don’t want to cry anymore.

——————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

The Harvest Moon

The Harvest Moon

The moon has risen out of the ashes.

So bright to see, I need sun glasses.

It is a rare, very large, harvest moon.

It is enough to make my heart swoon.

With the moon’s raising, I think of you.

I am wondering what you are up to?

After ‘the end’ everything was on fire.

just ashes are all that covers the mire.

We are separated but, I know you live.

I can feel the life vibes that you give.

They are stronger now, I am closer.

There is nothing but just ghosts here.

So, I can easily focus on only you.

Let your vibes keep coming through.

I feel you are also coming to me.

Soon we will be together. You will see.

Your love is strong as it reaches out.

You are closer. That’s what it’s about.

Our love for each other is above all.

Calling out for each other. Like a law.

It rules our hearts & keeps us alive.

When we are together, our love will thrive.

May this harvest moon guide our steps.

Help us to make it through this mess.

All is gray everywhere until we meet.

Then, the world will burst with color sweet.

We will light up the way with love.

As sweet as the love from above.

Until then, my heart will swoon.

As I gaze upon this harvest moon.

———————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)