Author: papasmurf

A Time For Thinking

      A Time For Thinking

It’s the time of year for thinking.

Winter is coming soon.

The sun’s still bright enough to start me blinking.

I wonder if tonight I’ll see the moon?

Weather is still clear enough for that.

I think about the summer nights.

Sky was clear & stars were bright where I sat.

The summer days were bright.

The long summer evenings were warm.

Much to warm to sleep with ease.

Despite that, I am often torn

between  that and winter’s freeze.

Autumn is a lovely time.

The trees turning a beautiful color.

Soon it will look like a naked vine.

Leaves will have fallen to the gutter.

Then I think of the green, green spring.

Things are alive and flowers bloom.

People’s laughter has a certain ring.

Lover’s heart’s will swoon.

Then I think about my love for you.

With all it’s twists and thrills.

I have often acted the fool.

As I tried to win your heart to fill.

Fill your heart with love for me.

But, alas, this cannot be done.

I finally have come to see.

I only put you on the run.

You run to avoid feeling controlled.

I am making the choices for you.

You fear becoming a puppet controlled

by my desires and feelings for you.

You are an independent thinker.

I can’t tell you what to do or not do.

If my heart was I boat I would sink her.

Easier to take than life without you.

So as my love life enters it’s winter’s stage,

I look forward to spring’s new life.

For with it maybe will come a phase

of love with you that  is out of site.

A love with understanding and communication.

A love that is the shining star

of any romance with communication.

A love that loves you for who you are.

Not someone I would want you to be.

But, someone who is her own person.

Someone who is born to be free.

Yet, at my side as a loving person.————-R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Promise Is True

 

      The Promise Is True

There is trouble in the news.

There is trouble when you booze.

There is trouble on the home front.

There is trouble from the bone hunt.

Trouble finding a job.

Trouble keeping a job.

Trouble with people’s health.

Trouble below the belt.

Trouble is nothing new.

Trouble has been here for more than a few.

People are sick with the flu.

People don’t know what to do.

Where’s our next meal coming from.

Watch out for the person with the gun.

On and on the suffering goes.

Hurts from your head down to your toes.

So many problems. Will there ever be an end?

How much further can I bend?

There is only one ray of hope.

Trust in Him through all the smoke.

Through the suffering and the pain,

there is so much you will gain.

In the end you will raise above.

Flying high like a turtle dove.

God wants His people to have the best.

His promises say you are above the rest.

As a son or daughter of His Holy family.

He promises you all that can be.

Just be faithful and be true.

He will do the rest for you———————–R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

A Different Point Of View

 

      Different Point Of View

So you ask,  why people want to harm me?

Why do they want to  form an army?

They want to kill all of us Americans.

It really doesn’t seem fair of them.

They say an American belittled Mohammed.

They want to cut off his coward head.

They want their American enemy’s to pay.

They are right and we have nothing to say.

Their religious beliefs run deep.

They say they are not a bunch of sheep.

Some say end it now and nuke them to hell.

Others say the Christian way is to wish them well.

We are stuck in the middle with nowhere to turn.

Makes you feel nothing more than a worm.

But, listen. The Bible says this will happen.

Does this mean we have to take such crap then?

No, we let our God handle it.

We follow the leading of the Holy Spirit.

They may say or do as they want.

They will not decrease our faith with taunts.

In the end TRUTH will raise above.

Victorious, due to the shedding His blood.

Keep the faith I say to you.

Just let them act the fool.

Our God is bigger. Our God is stronger.

In the end we will fear no longer.

Eternal life will be ours to share

with other Christian believers everywhere.

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

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No Comfort In The Truth

      No Comfort In The Truth

She was acting squirrelly. Something is wrong.

I’ll just be patient. It won’t take long.

The truth will come out sooner or later.

I’d rather be pulling teeth from a gator.

 

Then she says it’s got to end. It’s over.

She can’t go on . It’s no field of clover.

We just don’t seem to be compatible.

It seems to be where it’s at, you know.

 

There is no comfort in the truth

This is driving me through the roof.

Makes me suspicious . Is she lying?

Is there another? She’s not crying.

How much longer must this go on?

Probably just until she’s gone.

There’s no comfort in the truth.

This is driving me through the roof.

 

I said we share most everything.

We are even both right wing.

We like much of the same things.

Any more alike would be boring.

 

She said don’t try to change my mind.

It’s not like something that you find.

Then put in your pocket to keep around.

I am feeling lost instead of found.

 

There is no comfort in the truth.

This is driving me through the roof.

Makes me suspicious. Is she lying?

Is there another? She’s not crying.

How much longer must this go on?

Probably just until she’s gone.

There is no comfort in the truth.

This is driving me through the roof.

 

What are you talking about?, I said.

You make me feel like I am dead.

You’re not something that I found.

Your someone I want around.

 

That’s the point. I’m not a “thing.”

No, I’m not trying to be mean.

What I’m saying; I’m an individual.

A living person with a free will.

 

There is no comfort in the truth.

This is driving me through the roof.

Makes me suspicious. Is she lying?

Is there another? She’s not crying.

How much longer must this go on?

Probably just until she’s gone.

There is no comfort in the truth.

This is driving me through the roof.

———————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2011)

 

 

 

 

 

I’ve Never Been In This Place Before

 

I’ve Never Been In This Place Before

I’m older now and my hair is gray.

But, I still feel good enough to play.

I thought I had done it all.

Summer is over. Here comes the fall.

Then came the high school reunion.

Seeing old friends that I knew then.

Then  from out of the blue

I got  an E-Mail from a girl I once knew.

She was so happy to have seen me

at the high school reunion party.

We started E mailing each other.

I was shocked to discover

she had a crush on me in school.

I tell you I didn’t have a clue.

We talked more and I found

this girl only lived right across town.

We both were single at this time.

We both had bad times left behind.

Things progressed then came the call.

We were talking and having a ball.

The time came when we would meet.

I was giddy as a dog in heat.

She had me feeling like a kid.

I knew my feelings were not well hid.

Was there fire in the heart after all these years?

There was a little fear but, there were no tears.

Will this take me where I’ve never been before?

Or, will I  be too scared to knock on her door?

I’ve never been in this place before.

It’s got me shaking to my very core.

Come on honey.—- Open that door.———R. W. Johnson—–(2012)

Hot Man, Cold Women

 

Hot Man, Cold Women

One thing I can’t understand.

Why your hot cause you’re a man?

Five women in a room. All cold.

You, however, are hot, we are told.

Could it be due to female hormones?

“Not that old story again”, he groans.

“There is no reason to be cold” he gloats.

“It’s hot enough to croak a goat.”

All the women then glare at him.

One of them asks if he can swim.

Then, the women start closing in.

He says “calm down now” with a grin.

Quickly he springs for the door.

He wasn’t going back there anymore.

The women then turned up the heat.

Then, all was well, from head to feet.

———————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2011)

A Long Road To Love

       A Long Road To Love

We first met at a walk a thon event.

She was flying around the track.

Going so fast I wondered where she went.

I had to move it to even see her back.

When I asked her what was the rush?

She said some exercise was all she needed.

I said I am not trying to raise a fuss.

But, killing yourself is not what’s needed.

That was the start of a whirlwind relationship.

We were quite physical in all we did.

We couldn’t slow down. That was the way of it.

Eventually, she got a new job offer bid.

We went our separate ways.

I went north to the mountains there.

Got a job logging for a while.

Then I drifted down to the Kansas open air.

Helped bring in the corn in style.

The work sometimes was worse for wear.

Got up early, worked till dusk.

Had fun every evening with all the locals.

Drank and ate till I thought I’d bust.

Before long I was one of the yokels.

Then I went down around the gulf.

Oil was gone and fishing was back.

I would buy bread by the loaf.

Throw pieces off the pier where I sat.

Got a job on a crabbing crawler.

Cleaning out crab traps for our catch.

Turn them over to the crab hauler.

Who threw them down the tanker hatch.

I drifted out west to California.

Working in the fields harvesting crops.

I thought of the girl back home enough to boar ya.

Found more & more she was in my thoughts.

I traveled on always alone.

One thought was burning in my brain.

I headed to where I thought she called home.

Hoping to see her, which was insane.

I found her listed in a phonebook in Chicago.

Would she remember me? Was it worth a try?

I wondered, would she now have a bow?

I finally called her & prayed with a sigh.

She was surprised, but, oh so happy.

I had been on her mind for a long, long time.

A negative response would have felt crappy.

But, now I felt she could again be mine.

I was working my way back to her.

I made every effort to get it all back.

She was wanting to be back for sure.

In record time we did it. We didn’t lack.

I told her where I had drifted to and from.

She felt a mistake happened when she’d gone.

I said, it set in concrete,  she was the one.

She said the same as we sat on the lawn.

We set a date and were married.

Years later we are still together.

We’re  still  physical & our love we carried.

A perfect match in any weather.—————R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

 

 

 

 

Persistence

      Persistence

I don’t want to get up in the morning.

I just want to lay here in bed.

Life anymore is so boring.

I can’t get her out of my head.

I tried to be what she wanted of me.

I tried to be someone I’m not.

Only I found that all I could be

Is myself, who was lacking a lot.

 

And every hour I crave you.

I want you with all of my heart.

I would act like the fool.

I would act like I’m smart.

I would lay open my heart.

But, all I get is rejection.

Nothing to soften the blow.

A lot like a crooked election.

Am I on my way out of the show?

 

I understand what has happened.

I know now why were apart.

Nothing to do with old fashioned.

My heart was dead from the start.

I drag out of bed and get dressed.

I look at myself in the mirror.

I certainly don’t look my best.

That much is definitely clear.

 

What must I do to be with her?

I have to get myself straight.

Whatever I do, I must be sure.

It’s going to be something great!!

That much must be made clear.

It has to be more than a date.

I will whisper my love in her ear.

She will see that my love cannot wait.——-R. W. Johnson —–(2012)

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Molester’s Dilemma

 

      A Molester’s Dilemma

Hey little girl in the high school sweater.

Don’t mess with her cause you know better.

You should not be near a school

I hope you registered . Don’t be a fool

 

Someone bothered that girl last night.

You better just stay out of sight.

I hear tell they’re looking for you.

Tell me now, what you’re going to do.

 

What do you mean, it wasn’t you?

You know they saw you by the school.

Don’t tell me you’ve changed your ways.

You’ll be that way till the end of days.

 

If you messed around you will get caught.

You can’t run from the onslot.

In the end you’ll pay the price.

The girl will too and that ain’t nice.

 

You should have kept it in your pants.

You never should have taken the chance.

They will lock you away for a long time.

Till you’re too old to do the crime.

 

Even though you are a sinner

You still can become a winner.

Neal down and repent of it all.

Become like Adam before the fall.

 

You’ll still have to do the time.

But, you’ll be forgiven for the crime.

That still does not make it right.

But, in Jesus eyes you’ll be alright.————-R. W. Johnson—-(2011)

 

 

All In A Day

 

      All In A Day

As I lie awake  in bed,

It’s late at night; the world is dead.

The lights are out. There’s dark all round.

My sweet wife’s near me sleeping sound.

As I toss and turn within this bed,

These thoughts are running through my head.

My thoughts return to yesterday,

Of things I did and didn’t say.

Of things tomorrow we need to do.

Like gardening and housework too.

Then my mind thinks of the past.

Of happy times that made me laugh.

My thoughts return to childhood days.

Of mom and dad —and games we played.

Like riding bikes, hide and seek,

And going swimming in the creek.

There was childhood mischief now and then.

With my dog and I and several friends.

Yes, I think of those times again.

Those were happy times back then.

My friends and I had plans and schemes

And all the usual childhood dreams.

But, as my thoughts return to now,

I find my life has changed somehow.

I remember not so long ago.

The daily routine of life was dull.

Just work, sleep, and pay the bills.

Not much in the way of thrills.

I found myself thinking now and then:

I wish I were a kid again.

 

 

But, now I find my life has changed.

No more dullness now remains!

What happened was we asked to be saved.

By that I mean we knelt and prayed.

We asked the Lord to forgive our sins.

We opened up our hearts to him.

We were baptized and joined the church.

Now we both put Jesus first.

Our daily routine has not changed much.

Most of the changes went on in us.

We still work, sleep, and pay the bills.

But, now our lives are full of thrills!

Were teaching others to give them light,

And we say a prayer to God each night.

We ask for help to be more like Him.

We ask forgiveness for any sins.

I give thanks for I am happy within.

I no longer wish to be a kid again.

Now I can have those plans and schemes.

And all those other childhood dreams.

For my fondest wishes may now come true.

When Jesus comes for me and you.———–R. W. Johnson—-(1995)