Author: papasmurf

The Birth Of Love

      The Birth Of Love

Long, long ago, in the Garden Of Eden.

God created man, with a good reason.

In His own image, God created him.

He worshiped God as his creator, then.

Then man asked “Why am I alone?”

“I need someone to call my own.”

So, God created woman as his helpmate.

It was perfect,—– not a mistake.

This is how love came to be.

Love between man & woman, see.

It was perfect at the very start.

Till Satan came along & tore it apart.

Through the ages, since that time.

Love hasn’t always been real kind.

But, when the real thing comes along.

You’re back in the garden, where you belong.

Things become perfect again.

The real love grows through thick and thin.

Satan may try to mess things up.

But, if both of you are tough.

Also, if you are wise in your ways.

Neither will give Satan any sway.

Your love will prevail against all odds.

Proving that man is worth this gift of God.

This gift of love, given with all its blessings.

That leads back to God. It’s truly refreshing.

So, if you find a ‘helpmate’ to love.

Treat her as a gift from above.

No greater gift was ever given.

Till He gave His son, & we were forgiven.

——————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

 

 

The Tomorrow People

      The Tomorrow People

Another long day goes by.

There are no changes in the sky.

Day after day the sun beats down.

Sucking all moisture out of the ground.

It has been 10, or more, years since a good rain.

Will we ever see a good rain? It’s such a pain.

Dust covers everything you can see.

There are shimmering sites all around me.

Down the dusty main street of town

goes all hope. Stomped into the dirty ground.

Nothing moves. There is not a sound.

Just dried, shriveled, relics all around.

Then, there is a wail, as another dies.

Water and meds are in slim supply.

Still,—- a few, try to hang on.

Refusing to give in to that final song.

Buzzards continually circle overhead.

They know that this town is dead.

All that are left pray for a better day.

They pray the drought will go away.

Their tongues are parched and cracked.

They leave the dead right where they’re at.

The energy to bury them has long evaporated.

What little they have left, they keep encapsulated.

Their one goal is just to hang on.

They hope that it won’t be long.

These are the ‘tomorrow people’, today.

They live in tomorrow, not today.

There is only death and starvation here.

Tomorrow, everything is very clear.

There is no dust in the air.

There are crops growing everywhere.

There is water in abundance for all.

There is life, laughter, and plenty for all.

That is how they hang on today.

Thinking of that very day.

When it will rain and make all things better.

They are ready for stormy weather.

In the meantime, just hang on.

Just one drop of water.—– Bring it on.

————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

 

 

 

Allergies

      Allergies

It is allergy time again.

There’s  yuck dripping from your chin.

You cough, hack, and pee your pants.

Get choked up, like in a trance.

Your eyes will water and burn.

You look like you swallowed a worm.

Your nose will run. You’re not having fun.

The ground is parched from too much sun.

Things still bloom, sometimes in vain.

They would bloom more, if it would rain.

Pollens pollute the air.

Allergens are everywhere.

There  is no place to run and hide.

You feel like you are half alive.

Is there nothing we can do?

Is there something to swallow or chew?

Over the counter meds are a joke.

They don’t help to lessen the smote.

You won’t be able to sleep at night.

All the coughing & hacking just ain’t right.

Mother nature is smacking you around.

Maybe, you should live underground.

They say you should take a sea cruise.

But, with sea sickness, you’ll still lose.

Try a dry climate, like desert living.

Remember, a sunburn is unforgiving.

Just hang in there and tough it out.

Sooner or later, you’ll be done with this bout.

Then, maybe, you can breathe again.

Until then, good sneeze there, my friend.

———————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

 

 

 

Dreams

Dreams

Nightmares and dreams.

What do they mean?

Do they mean anything?

Maybe, they’re not what they seem?

A nightmare is scary, it seems.

Sometimes, it’s the same with dreams.

Dreams can be reruns of what you’ve seen.

Nightmares can have ghouls and fiends.

Can they be the prophecy they seem?

Seldom do they become so keen.

Maybe it reflects how you feel in the dream.

Rather than how your feelings really seem.

I am not trying to be mean.

Who can really understand a dream?

There are books on how to interpret the scene.

But, people can write reams and reams.

They may or may not be right about your dreams.

There is more than just one type, it seems.

In the Bible, Daniel had a dream.

It was prophetic, or so it seems.

Others have had similar dreams.

For some people it becomes quite routine.

Like “The Sleeping Prophet”, it seems.

Nightmares though, are worse than dreams.

Always scary, often repeated, gory scenes.

Is it guilt, evil influences, or outside things?

Something is behind these scary scenes.

It is not for me to interrupt dreams.

Stay away from pizza before bed, it seems.

I just want sweet, happy, loving dreams.

I don’t want anything in- be-tween.

As for you, have sweet dreams!!

—————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Life

 

      Life

There is only one way out and one way in.

If you find your way in, can you get out?

If you can’t get out, you’re stuck within.

There must be a way to work it out?

There are mirrors that show your sin.

Don’t just stare, or start to pout.

Find your way out. Time is slim.

You have got to work it out.

You’ll be stumped again & again.

Don’t waste time nosing around the grout.

There is only one way you can win.

Face your fears head on while you’re about.

To look deep within is not a sin.

Keep on working till you figure it out.

Be brave, like other women and men.

It takes time to find the right route.

You can’t always end up with a win.

That is what it is all about.

A learning process that comes from within.

When you succeed, it will all work out.

—————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

Did She Fool Ya?

 

      Did She Fool Ya?

You met her & you thought you found.

The first person to tie you down.

So, you said I do and then you found.

It was something much more profound!

Did she fool ya?

 

First the changes came on small.

A little at a time and that was all.

You have to walk after you crawl.

You were blinded after the fall.

Did she fool ya?

 

Then, the changes became more bold.

You were told, “Do as you’re told.”

She was something to behold.

As her plans began to unfold.

Did she fool ya?

 

She had you sitting in a chair.

As she proceeded to cut your hair.

You looked in the mirror and got a scare.

You’ll have to look like this everywhere.

Did she fool ya?

 

Next she changed what used to be you.

She got new clothes that you never knew.

Dressed you up like some kind of fool.

Then you were told just what to do.

Did she fool ya?

 

Last, she tried to change who you are.

When she tried that she went to far.

So you left and jumped in the car.

No one changes who you are

She didn’t fool ya.———R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

 

The Magic Of Spring

 

      The Magic Of Spring

It’s that time of year again.

When flowers bloom and children grin.

Spring has sprung once more.

Spend more time outside the door.

Love is usually in the air.

Find yourself some time to spare.

Take a stroll and smell the roses.

Don’t get stung. Watch where your nose is.

Hear the birdies chirp.

See the bees, how hard they work,.

Everything is green and fresh.

Get your worries off your chest.

Enjoy the mood of spring fever.

Don’t even think that you may leave her.

It is a time for love, not loss.

Treat her right, at all cost.

Take a nature walk with her.

Let nature ruffle her fur.

She will fall to its deceptive ways.

She will be romantic for many days.

Call it splendor in the grass.

Just as long as it will last.

Give her a bouquet of wild flowers.

Laugh and dance with her in April showers.

Enjoy your lives while you are young.

A time when love can be such fun.

Yes, spring has sprung again.

This time around, her heart, you’ll win.

This will be your favorite time of year.

So, don’t hold back. There is nothing to fear.

——————————————R. W., Johnson—–(2015)

Frogmania

      Frogmania

In the land before time.

There was a frog who was a mime.

Eons passed, and he was still around.

He still did mimes & played a clown.

Finally, here comes modern times.

Where is that frog who mime’s?

I saw him on the WB.

Doing commercials for the network, see.

He wears a top hat & has a cane.

But, his act is much the same.

He jumps and dances around.

He kind of looks like a little clown.

What has this world come to?

Where a frog can entertain you.

But, a lot of animals are stars today.

Not much left for us to say.

Animals have moved up the chain.

While humans have become too vain.

If you are entertained by a talking frog.

How much longer till you’re in a fog.

Unable to think for yourself.

An organic robitoid, with a little wealth.

You’ll probably be a liberal without thought.

Look around and see what you have wrought

Bring back the frog who was a mime.

At least, he was quiet all of the time.—-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

 

 

Old Before Your Time

      Old Before Your Time

Girl, you’re gone again.

You are out of town.

You are not with men.

But, you aren’t slowing down.

 

You are busy all the time.

Always up to something new.

If a little of that time was mine.

I could be happy too.

 

Our dates are few, at best.

You have to fit me in.

I don’t even have to guess.

It’s up to you. I can’t win.

 

I always wish that you were mine.

That all you did was with me.

I have only one fear on my mind.

it is something that just could be.

That you’ll grow old before your time.

Then, it will be too late for me.

 

You are booked up for two weeks.

Beyond that, you are not sure.

You always have these promises to keep.

Time goes by so fast, it’s just a blur.

 

You say you want to make the time.

But, obligations get in the way.

Maybe, sometime, the time, you will find.

You will have to find another way.

 

If not, I may decide for you.

I have free time on my hands.

‘The Devil’s Workshop’ hype may be true.

I’ll find another with whom I can make plans.

 

I always wish that you were mine.

That all you did was with me.

I have only one fear on my mind.

it is something that just could be.

That you’ll grow old before your time.

Then, it will be too late for me.—R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

 

 

 

Geezer

      Geezer

People tend to call me old Geezer now.

Formally known as Stud Muffin. WOW!!

Back in the day, I was ‘The Man!’

I had girls all across this land.

Most guys wanted to be me.

Don Juan had nothing on me, you see.

My black book was a valuable tool.

I kept it locked up. I was no fool.

I would have a girl on each end of town.

And be dating one from the middle ground.

I had a line that wouldn’t quit.

Girls would line up, just to hear it.

Saturday night, I would turn on the charm.

I’d have two girls. One on each arm.

So it was through high school and college.

Guys were envious, without my knowledge.

I never really settled down.

My reputation spread all over town.

I tried marriage once, but separated.

Later, she cut me loose. I was elated.

As I aged, I lost my mojo.

I started slipping. I was a no go.

I was getting old and set in my ways.

I dreamed a lot of my younger days.

Eventually, I became an old Geezer.

My love life was in the freezer.

Till Viagra came along.

Now, I sing a different song.

I ache in the places where I used to play.

But, a fire still burns under all this gray.

Thanks to Viagra, I can now say.

This old Geezer is ready to play.—–Look out. I’m back!!

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