Author: papasmurf

Contemplation

 

      Contemplation

Come what may, I just never know.

Times may come and they may go.

Good things can happen to one another.

Be it brothers, sisters, or just lovers.

Time will pass and the story will change.

But, the ending always seems the same.

I never seem to know enough.

Makes any progress really tough.

I try to keep on keeping on.

Till late at night or early dawn.

I toss and turn within the satin.

Always wondering what did happen?

Could I somehow have made it better?

Maybe I could have sent a letter.

Poor out my heart in weeping sobs.

Eat all the corn and spit out the cobs.

But, still the situation is tough.

I always feel I don’t know enough.

Life will go on and seasons change.

But, certain things remain the same.

A shattered heart takes years to heal.

Depending on who’s behind the wheel.

Still, it haunts me like a bad dream.

I wonder if I’ll ever glean

enough knowledge to finally say.

I think I know enough today.——————-R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

 

Ribs

 

      Ribs

My sweet wife sent me downtown for some ribs.

She said to go ahead and she’d watch the kids.

When I arrived there were cars everywhere.

There was absolutely not a  space to spare.

 

I began to wonder what the hell was going on.

I almost had to park up on someone’s lawn.

I finally found a spot some distance away.

Then started hoofing it all the way.

 

It was the annual Blues, Brews, and Barbeque.

There was people everywhere drinking their brew.

Lines were long and not moving fast.

I found my favorite rib booth at last.

 

After considerable time, I placed my order.

The lady asked me if I had a quarter?

It was 22 dollars to go, without the bib.

That was for a full rack of St. Lewis ribs.

 

I left with the ribs but, I didn’t get far.

I bumped into people which made me jar.

I came close to dropping the ribs.

One guy asked me if they were his.

 

Eventually I made it back to my car.

Fortunately I didn’t have to drive too far.

I arrived home safely with the ribs.

I gave them to the wife and kids.

 

Then it hit me like a thunderbolt.

The thought made me feel like a dope.

I got ribs for all, you see.

But, I didn’t get any ribs for me————R. W. Johnson———(2011)

 

Thoughts On A Bad Day

 

      Thoughts On A Bad Day

I’m wearing my emotions on my sleeve.

Gee, I hope that I don’t sneeze.

Life goes on, often, without hope.

A tsunami will probably sink the boat.

The boat that all humans are in.

Their just reward for a life of sin.

I only live from day to day.

I sound depressed I heard you say.

The world has taken a turn for the worst.

But, I have the answer. It’s not a curse.

Genocide by zero reproduction——

For 50 years with no disruption.

All will then be quiet on the western front.

The world will no longer be in a funk.

Then we can start over again.

Test tube babies are not a sin?

Form the world after our own image.

Tower of Babel will be our linage.

Will we then be destroyed from God above?

Maybe—- all we really need is love.———-R. W. Johnson—–(2011)

 

Coming To Reason

 

      Coming To Reason

Yesterday was a day that was.

Today is a day for us.

Tomorrow is the sum of it all.

Depending on if you stand or fall.

 

We have gone  and we have come.

We have set them on the run.

We have dug deep for the truth.

We did it all in our youth.

 

Baby, stay.—Close your eyes and pray.

This is our day to stand.—- To stay.

Trouble can find you wherever you go.

Trouble isn’t fast and trouble isn’t slow.

So, stay baby, stay.—-Stay.

Pray baby, pray.—-Pray!!

 

We have lived in a small town.

It was small, but, it was our town.

Later on, we moved around.

But, our hearts were in the small town.

 

We were caught between now and then.

Yesterday and today, we have been.

Tomorrow is the sum of it all

If we don’t pray then we will fall.

 

Baby, stay.—Close your eyes and pray.

This is our day to stand.—- To stay.

Trouble will find you wherever you go.

Trouble isn’t fast and trouble isn’t slow.

So, stay baby, stay.—-Stay.

Pray baby, Pray.—-Pray!!

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

 

The Final Struggle

 

      The Final Struggle

In the last days of this old earth,

a time of trouble like has never

been will  spread it’s curse.

The people of God will weather

A hardship to keep God first.

The power of God will slowly

be withdrawn from the earth.

Those righteous left alive fully

realize what they are worth.

They are sealed in their foreheads.

Death before sin,— which is worse.

They stand firm, their course set.

Like Job, before denying God, he would die first.

Their food and water is sure.

But, like Jesus on the cross,

when he cried out “My God,

My God. Why have you forsaken me?”

When God withdraws they feel the loss.

But, they stand firm. They watch to see

Jesus coming in the sky with the host

of heaven surrounding Him. They

will sing a new song that will boast.

“Here is our God.” “ We are saved.”

“He is whom we have waited for.”

Those that are dead will raise first.

Then those alive will ascend for

translation not seeing death’s curse.

O praise the Lord. No greater day

can there be. Loved ones meet

hugging each other in joy and say

“Praise the Lord, our soul to keep.”————-R. W. Johnson—-2012)

 

 

Destined For Eternity

 

      Destined For Eternity

She’s all alone on a stormy night.

He’s in bed, not feeling right.

She drives her car down to the mall.

He gets up and makes a call.

She sits in her car for awhile.

Time for dinner, he thinks with a smile.

He gets dressed and goes to the mall.

She trips on the curb, about to fall.

He catches her and helps her stand.

So starts a romance as he takes her hand.

She joins him for dinner They talk a lot.

Both of them seem glued to their spot.

They walk around then take in a movie.

Both of them feel it’s really groovy

When they leave they make a date.

She says “Be on time & don’t be late.”

After four months of dating, they finally bond.

She moves in and they find they are fond

of pretty much the same things.

The rightness of it really rings.

In time he asks the question.

She accepts without exception.

Many years later, in their golden years,

they think back and reflect with tears.

She was kept from falling off the curb.

But, fell into his life without a word.

They had a family and happy times.

They remained in love. A love that binned.

Neither thought they would find one another.

They became a husband a wife a dad & a mother.

Now, they look forward to eternity.

Just him and her and God makes three.——R. W. Johnson—-(2011)

 

 

 

 

 

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“Pookey”

      “Pookey”

Oh, Pookey—you’re the most.

Your hard to find.

Just like a ghost.

You come and go.

just like the wind.

I never know

when you’ll be in.

Can you take me

wherever you go.

So that I’ll always be

part of your show.

From the highest mountains

to the deepest seas.

To life’s bubbling fountains.

Just you and me.

We’ll slide down a rainbow.

We’ll dance in fairy dust.

We’ll have a sparkling  glow

like the sun at dawn or dusk.

We’ll get lost in our magical world.

Riding dragons and having thrills.

Morning will find me curled up

In my bed . But,— where will you be??——-R. W. Johnson—–(2011)

 

Open Prayer

      Open Prayer

Prancing and dancing and singing a song.

Loving life as I stroll along.

The sun is shining. What a wonderful day.

The birds will sing. The squirrels will play.

I met a man and he tipped his hat.

I smiled big and waved my hand back.

Next came a mother with a stroller.

Followed by a small child a little older.

The park on Saturday, like heaven’s parade.

All happy people not living a charade.

Just being themselves, and having fun.

No sign of muggers or men with a gun.

Just families on a picnic or just an outing.

Flying kites, running, laughing and shouting.

Life is great. It’s good to be alive.

Good to get away from that work week hive.

Seeing nature in such beautiful light

reminds me of God and all that is right.

I pray the world will one day have peace.

I would love for all the fighting to cease.

Probably, that day will only come

when we see the return of God’s only son.

—————————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2011)

 

Evolution

      Evolution

You’ve heard the theory of evolution.

Well, let me tell you of my conclusion.

I don’t believe man came from apes.

Or a group of molecules out in space.

That came together and spun around.

Eventually becoming  earthward bound.

To land in an ocean of primordial muck.

Then evolved with a lot of luck.

And, crawled slowly, upon the shore.

Then continued to evolve some more.

Eventually, after millions of years.

To become a man with all his fears.

But I do believe in “evolution”.

It’s got to be the only solution.

When man “evolves” he won’t eat meat.

He’ll have other good things to eat.

Like vegetables, legumes, nuts, and fruit.

Berries, melons, grapes, and roots.

When man “evolves” he won’t need clothes.

He’ll have a garment of light that glows.

When man “evolves” he won’t grow old.

Immortal life will be his to hold.

In fact, man has begun to “evolve” already.

It will start to happen when you are ready.

The changes will be slow at the start.

Most of the changes will be in the heart.

You ask me where I get my facts?

They’re in the Bible, near the back.

But, read this book from cover to cover.

Then, maybe soon, you’ll discover

the changes going on in you.

Then, maybe, you can “evolve” too.

You ask me how long will it take?

How much longer will I have to wait?

It will happen in the twinkling of an eye.

When we meet Jesus in the sky.———–R. W. Johnson——–(2011)

Spring Is A ‘Happening’

 

Spring Is A ‘Happening’

It’s time for spring

and all turns green.

Can you hear the birdies scream?

Winds will blow.

Pay the toll.

Now, it’s time for rock & roll.

Just a fleck.

What the heck?

Slippery, almost broke my neck.

Still some ice,

like frozen mice.

Watch your step or fall down twice.

See the moon

soak up gloom.

Watch out for the Moonie loon.

All will share.

It’s everywhere.

I feel it coming in the air.

Lying with your lass.

Splendor in the grass.

Love is something that can last.

There’s still crime.

Do the time.

Get out when it’s summertime.

Make a toast.

Too the host.

Wonder which she loves the most.

It’s crying time.

She’s not mine.

Wasted love is such a crime.

What to do

Without you.

I feel like Alley Oop from Moo.

Beat my chest.

Scream protests.

It’s male pride and nothing less.

I’m moving on.

She’s now gone.

Try to figure out what went wrong.———–R. W. Johnson—-(2011)