Author: papasmurf

A Halloween Boo Boo

 

      A Halloween Boo Boo

It’s that time of year again.

Time for pumpkins, ghosts, and candy tins.

Time to mix up a special brew.

A big caldron of bubbling goo.

A ‘real’ witch will mix it up.

Special ingredients to fill your gut.

You must be careful cause you never know

just which way this stuff will go.

Look out!!, some just splashed out now.

It is growing to the size of a cow.

It’s all slimy and really stinks.

Smells like something flushed down the sink.

It is moving like a great big blob.

Coming toward us like mudslide sod.

Run!! Get away from here quick!!

Or you will be sucked up like that stick.

It just ran over a little mouse.

The mouse is gone. The little louse.

The more living things it eats the more red it gets.

It wants organic beings. It won’t rest.

We have to stop it. There must be a way.

Freeze it like in “The Blob”, in its day.

So, like the movie, we sprayed it with co2.

Froze it solid. We ain’t no fools.

We had the Air Force fly it to the frozen arctic

They left it there in a heartbeat.

We hope we never see it again.

Happy Halloween. It’s not the end.———–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

A Halloween Urban Legend

 

      A Halloween Urban Legend

While camping for a day in the desert lands,

I saw a man walking out of the burning sands.

He came into camp and asked for water.

He looked like he couldn’t get much hotter.

His skin was red and his clothes hung limp.

His body smelled  like burning hemp.

After he drank enough to quench his thirst.

I said “This day must have been your worst”.

He replied “No, what’ s out there is worse by far”.

I said “You mean the heat? Where’s your car?’.

“I Ran into them on a geological survey trip”.

“Scared me so bad I almost lost my grip”.

“Big, ugly, hair all over. Looked like a demon”.

“More than one. A bunch of behemoths”.

“I dropped everything and ran for my life”.

“All I had on me was just my pipe”.

“I’ve been running, walking, & crawling “.

“For 2 days straight. Too dried out for bawling”.

I said ”Man, you’re  lucky you found me”.

“If you get too hot, no telling what you’ll see”.

“No man, it wasn’t a hallucination or illusion”.

“They were real,  in all their profusion”.

“They looked like they were having lunch”

“They were eating human parts, I have a hunch”.

“I’ll drive you to the nearest town”.

“Report it to the police about what you found”.

When he told the police his story,

they laughed and said “We know it was gory”.

“However, 2 days ago was Halloween day”.

“ Every year there is a similar experience, they say”.

“There has been many searches with nothing found’.

“ It’s just an urban legend. To Halloween, it’s bound’.

The man was shocked and was sorry he came.

For him Halloween will never be the same.

——————————————————-R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

 

The “Real” Exorcist

 

The ‘Real’ Exorcist

Are you an exorcist?

Yes, I work at the gym.

I teach classes on exercise.

No, I mean one who ousts sin.

 

Sin in the form of demon possession.

Are you kidding me??

I have never held such a session.

That’s odd. I was referred to thee.

 

The local pastor said you were the best.

He said you really knew your stuff.

Is his last name Hess?

He is in my exercise class, he puffed.

 

I think you were confused by his answer.

He thought you were talking about exercise.

I have to get rid of a demon like a cancer.

I don’t need to be doing any exercising.

 

What exactly does this demon do?

Have you seen “The Exorcist”, then you know.

What!! That kind of stuff is happening to you?

That & a lot more you don’t wanna know.

 

He picks me up. He lays me down.

He does other things like bend my back.

My golden hair lies on the ground.

I am surprised my neck or back doesn’t crack.

 

This sounds insane. Have you tried psych help?

Sometimes imagined things can seem real.

How about prayer? Have you asked as you knelt?

I have done it all. They all give the same spiel.

 

Has anyone witnessed these episodes?

Of course they have. They are scared.

They even filmed it in a slower mode.

It is almost more than they can bare.

 

Does it only happen at night?

Mostly when I am asleep.

That must really make you uptight.

I would rather be counting sheep.

 

Have you thought of changing the channel?

What do you mean? Is that a joke?

No, go to sleep with the power of Emmanuel.

Pray He will protect you like other folk.

 

I haven’t tried that. I think I will.

I hope it works for you.

With God’s armor, it surely will.

I’ll surrender to Him. I’m no fool.

 

Did it work? I don’t know the answer.

All I know is God can overcome all.

Be it sin or be it sickness like cancer.

Just trust & have faith. Answer His call.—–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

 

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Un-Named Short Poems

I have a feeling it’s gonna be

a little cold at home tonight.

My baby will make sure

I feel a little draft, alright.

She’ll be a little sore

And want to even the score.

Yes, it’s gonna be a little

Cold at home tonight.

—–O—–

Your flippin through the pages of my heart.

That’s all you’ve done.

Right from the very start.

If ever, you take the time

to read each and every line,

there would be no doubt.

I loved you from the start.

—–O—–

Searching for love

But, it never comes.

Bait the path.

Right to the gate.

The gate is locked.

Why hesitate??

Searching for love

But, it never comes.

Trying again, with other ones.

Get so far

but, always turn back.

Somewhere along the way

I lose my track.

—–O—–

Papa, why did you leave?

All Mama does is cry.

I say not to grieve.

Mama just gives a sigh.

I’m too small to be head of house.

Though I try and try.

I can’t even catch the mouse.

All Mama does is cry.

I’m really scared

and I’m not lying.

I’m gonna hug my T.V.

till Mama quits crying.

—–O—–

I tiptoe through the softness of your love.

Afraid to make ripples where I go.

But, I know that darkness is to the light

as hate is to love.

So, I know all is well.

Though, I am moving slowly.

————————————————–R. W. Johnson——-(2002)

—–O—–

 

 

 

 

No Where To Isolated For God

 

      No Where Too Isolated For God

He was talking of his travels to the Misty Mountains.

He said a better name would be the Mystic Mountains.

The group of 4 took 3 days to reach the mountains.

Everything was shrouded in mist and fog.

You had to watch your step or trip on a log.

Worse yet, you could step into a bog.

It was a slow, difficult, arduous climb.

Along the way we were grabbing every vine.

I grabbed something slick. Your arm or mine?

It was a snake which I flung away with haste.

After that I tried to set a faster pace.

But, had to slow down. Branches hit me in the face.

After five days and nights of terror,

we reached the summit. We think we were there.

Couldn’t see anything yet. We could just stare.

Every direction seemed to be down.

I picked dead ahead, with a frown.

So, down the other side we were bound.

We had another 5 days of treacherous stuff.

We were almost ready to say we had had enough.

This trip was turning out to be mighty rough.

Then, the misty fog started thinning out.

We could see a few feet as we looked about.

I saw a fish in a brook I thought was a trout.

Then,  the fog cleared and below us was a mystical land.

Beautiful, green, wooded, meadows, lakes, & sand.

Rivers, rolling gentle hills. It looked really grand.

We descended down into the valley. It was a steep climb.

This valley  really seemed to be isolated in time.

The thought of dinosaurs came to mind.

On the valley floor there was a trail.

It led by a waterfall , where we saw some quail.

It led along a river then over a dale.

Then it led into the woods.

We followed the trail as best we could.

We didn’t stop, though we knew we should.

Suddenly, up ahead, we heard a sound.

It sounded like people. Could there be a town?

Then, there were children all around.

Sun tanned little faces looked up at us.

They weren’t afraid. they seemed to trust.

One looked shocked when one of us cussed.

“You’re not angels to talk like that”

The man turned red . Said: “Sorry about that.”

We all followed the kids to a near by shack.

A man came out holding a Bible.

He said “Well, hello there. I’m pastor Lible.”

“Don’t worry. The kids follow me everywhere I go.”

We learned the valley was totally cut off from outside.

He said “I saw smoke here when I went on a plane ride”

“I decided to check it out for myself.’ he sighed.

“I’ve been here 10 years now. Everyone is converted.”

“I didn’t realize how strong God’s word is.”

“Now, all these people are surely His.”

We realized no matter how isolated a place is.

God’s word will show all how His grace is.

God finds a way to reach all His faces.

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

 

 

 

 

A Tornado Tale

      A Tornado Tale

Twenty four people busted through heaven’s gate.

From Moore, Ok., where they met their fate.

Ten were children, whose lives were snuffed out

By an F-5 tornado, that threw them about.

There were hero’s that day that saved many.

Even during the storm, they did plenty.

Like, the teacher who covered a few classmates

with her own body. The best shield she could make.

It broke her back and did much more damage.

To save the children, it was all she could manage.

The few children under her were safe.

Without her, who knows what would be their fates.

Many ask: “Where was God when the tornado hit?”

He helped all but twenty four get out of it.

Satan was doing his best to see all would die.

You must admit, he gave it one good try.

May all the survivors give testimony for God.

There is nothing about this that would be odd.

Calamity causes a paradigm shift in thinking. If you didn’t love God before, you weren’t thinking.

You end up in the valley of decision .

Praise God or curse Him . You will be driven

to choose one position or the other.

You need a Father as well as a mother.

Choose the heavenly Father & tell it to others.

Soon, they will be your sisters and brothers.

For the day is coming when the F-5 in Moore

will be a minor storm by ‘end time’s’ score.

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

 

 

Loving You

 

      Loving You

How to describe how I feel about you.

It feels like something that I’d like to do.

Yet, feelings are the hardest thing to express.

Maybe in a poem I can say it best.

 

There is this overwhelming feeling of desire.

The thought of you sets my heart on fire.

I want to hold, caress, drown myself in you.

You mean more to me than anything I do.

 

I want to protect, shelter, & cherish you.

I want you to want me the way I do you.

Put you on a pedestal high for all to see.

Yet, no one can have you except for me.

 

You’re a living walking dream.

You’re the best I’ve ever seen.

The angles outdid themselves with you.

You are a shining star in a sky of blue.

 

My heart beats faster at your nearness.

Your touch only surpassed by your caress.

I want to make you happy with my every touch.

I want to excite you untill it’s too much.

 

I get all excited inside when you’re near.

I am always careful not to be unclear.

I don’t want to come in a heated rush.

Always putting you first with a gentle touch.

 

Always learning what pleases you most.

Executing it in the gentlest way, no boast.

To please you is utmost at all times.

Because I love you till the end of time.——-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

A Fairy Tale

      A Fairy Tale

I was walking down a country road.

Twilight was lengthening the shadows.

I heard the croaking of the toads.

I saw the nearby cattle.

Suddenly, I heard a cry!!

It came from somewhere in the woods.

Darkened trees flashed by my eyes,

as I ran as fast as I could.

Down the road, I reached the spot

from where the cry had come.

I started into the wooded lot,

at a creep and not a run.

Soon, I reached a waterfall.

There was moonlight shining down.

I moved closer at a crawl.

Careful not to make a sound.

Below the falls there was a pool.

From there I heard the voices.

At first I thought it wasn’t true.

But, there were no other choices.

There were fairies, small with wings.

They were sitting & playing in the water.

Many laughed while others would sing.

Still others, splashed around like otters.

I felt a magical peace of mind

watching the fairies in the moonlight.

Who would believe there exists their kind?

I had a feeling it was only right.

Suddenly, I had to sneeze.

The fairies all froze and looked.

I fell down upon my knees.

Not a ripple stirred within the brook.

Then, all the fairies took to the air.

They flew off into the night.

All that I could do, was stare

into the shimmering moonlight.

To this day, I still believe,

what took place that moonlit night.

The fairies I saw could not deceive,

even though they took to flight.

So, if you know a secluded spot to go

with lots of water around.

Go there when the moon is full

and fairies may be found.—————–R. W. Johnson—–(2004)

 

 

 

 

Yearning For The Gift

      Yearning for the gift

I can almost reach it.

It’s within my grasp.

When it is brightly lit,

it is like shining brass.

 

I have gone days

with it not around.

When it should amaze,

I am wearing a frown.

 

What is it I fear?

How come I can

never keep it near?

I need to be a man.

 

I want it close.

I want it to cover me.

When I need it most

is when I am running free.

 

Should I do my thing?

Or, let Him do His?

If I want Him to bring

me much more than a kiss.

 

I need to believe in Him.

To surrender totally.

He will take away the sin.

I can come to the cross boldly.

 

Then He will cover me.

I will be one of His.

I know what needs to be.

I must accept His gift.—————–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

White, Cold, Water

      White, Cold, Water

I felt the cold of icy, white water

come flowing over as it pulled me down.

I saw my hand reaching out of the water

and grab a branch hanging low to the ground.

 

Flow white water.

Flow over me.

Take me down ,

then, out to the sea.

 

I heard you calling as I went running.

I should have waited by the streetlamp post.

But, in the moonlight, I went hunting.

Breath blowing white, like a ghost.

 

Flow white water.

Flow over me.

Take me down,

Then, out to the sea.

 

Into the calm and clear,

you ran, coming through the mists.

I can feel you near.

Straining to hear through the waters hiss.

The dogwoods on the banks

Glowing in the gloom.

On every naked branch,

a beautiful white bloom.

 

Flow white water.

Flow over me.

Take me down.

Then, out to the sea.

 

I see you running in the tall wild grasses.

Your body floating in the frosty air.

Young and free, coming to the river rapids.

Your hands, now reaching , yelling that you care.

 

Flow white water, flow.

Right on by.

Flow white water, flow.

Leave me high and dry.

 

Your there holding and cuddling me.

Whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

Doing your best to try and reach me.

Suddenly, I felt no fear.

Why I ran, had now departed.

I had no clue to why it was.

I know you are where my heart is.

Snug and warm and loved.

————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2011)