Author: papasmurf

Future Meditations

 

      Future Meditations

Look up some clear, cloudless night .

When you’re away from city lights.

Millions of stars shining down.

Prettiest sight there is around.

Does this sight make you think?

Were not the only fish in the drink.

God’s creative power knows no limits.

Space is unbelievably immense.

Life abounds in that timeless sea.

One day visited by you and me.

We are in isolation due to sin.

We need forgiveness  from Him.

He has a way of escape for us.

It’s simple. Learn to trust.

Trust Him with all you do.

He will provide an escape for you.

Then, off to the stars we will go.

Learn everything you wanted to know.

Mysteries and adventure abound.

In no imagination can it be found.

Except in the mind of God.

What He has created is not odd.

it is exactly what we need to enjoy eternity.

I pray that you and I will  both get to see.

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

 

Summer, The First Time

 

      Summer, The First Time

Remember the fun you had as a kid?

Building  tree houses with a trap door lid?

Building forts and secret caves?

If in the country, those were the days.

We rode bikes everywhere we went.

There were no gangs. Threats weren’t sent.

We had fun exploring in the woods.

The dog was with us, like he should.

He kept us safe and we never got lost.

He would get us home at any cost.

We had our swimming hole in the creek.

Every summer that’s where we would meet.

We didn’t have phones to call home.

Our parents weren’t scared cause we were alone.

We would ride our bikes to meet one another.

Before we left we’d tell our mother.

We knew how to stay out of trouble.

There were mostly boys in our huddle.

We didn’t have computers or games.

We would read a book when it would rain.

No i-pods, cellular phones, or x-boxes.

Yet, we kept busy finding where our sock is.

We would make up games to play.

Or, just lie around in the sun all day.

When we got older we had a summer job.

All of us found work. It wasn’t odd.

There was still swimming after work.

On weekends we’d pull on our clean shirt.

Then off to church we would go.

It was the way things were, you know.

When old enough to finally drive.

To the A & W, we would arrive.

Checking out the cute little car hops.

Playing the music that wouldn’t stop.

Dating at the drive in with your favorite girl.

The entire time was such a thrill.

But, it’s all just memories now.

If I had the chance somehow.

I would go back and live it again.

It would be good to see old friends.

Now I look forward to heaven.

That time won’t end.. No home by eleven.

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

 

 

 

Ode To Joyce

      Ode To Joyce

Well tell me now Joyce, for heaven’s sake,

how you’re always getting the breaks?

You must have been really smart in school.

You can do  more than you think you can do.

 

All the years haven’t slowed you down.

You just keep on marching all  around.

Your looks don’t show the passing of years.

There’s no reason  ever to shed tears.

 

You may be in Kansas.—Far away.

This gives you more time to pray.

A lot is going on, besides the lies.

But, the parade is not passing you by.

 

You keep up on all that is happening.

yet, you still keep your family laughing.

Joyce, you’re a flower, ready to bloom.

When you walk in you light up the room.

 

Your husband is a lucky man indeed.

He got a flower garden with this little seed.

The perfect example of one who trusts God.

Turning all worries over to Him with a nod.

 

Living life to the fullest each day of your life.

Never looking back on the worry or strife.

You have memories, like we all do.

But, yours are as sweet as honey dew.

 

Those who are your friend are truly blessed.

Even acquaintances are touched like the rest.

Family members know the jewel that you are.

Even your BFF admires from afar.

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Computer Age

      The Computer Age

You’ve heard it said many times before.

You’ve heard me scream it as you went out the door.

I’m a pre computer person in a post computer age.

I’ve read the book & don’t understand a single page.

When I was young we used a slide rule.

Hand calculators ‘not allowed’ was the rule.

Then, as a young adult, computers came along.

I ignored them and kept singing my song.

My son said. “Get a computer. What could go wrong?”

“Pop, you have to stop singing that song.”

After some time I gave into the  pressure.

I got a computer and let it sit here.

My son came and hooked it up.

Learning the basics was really tough.

A mouse was what I set traps for.

A ‘floppy disk’ was a real horror!!

Words now seemed to mean a different thing.

learn a new language just to play with the thing.

To turn it off I have to press start.

If I pressed the delete button it could break my heart.

Very slowly, I learned most of the basic things.

It often caused nightmares in my dreams.

Cut and paste I could never get.

Kindergarten stuff, I couldn’t do on a bet.

Then came Outlook 6, 7, and 8.

I just didn’t have what it takes.

I was lost in a world of words and phrases.

The hell with this!! It can go to blazes!!

Then I was told to get a Galaxy S II phone.

I can get on the internet while gone or at home.

I can take pictures & put them on line.

Facebook would take up most of my time.

I can tweet and twitter galore.

I can text people. What is a phone for??

When I was young we used it to talk to each other.

That is all that was needed . So said my mother.

This electronic crap is driving me insane.

Pay bills on the computer. It seems so lame.

No wonder the mail service is dwindling away.

No time for mail while on the computer all day.

Get outdoors folks. Learn to have some outdoor fun.

Kids can’t ride a bike but, have calluses on their thumbs.

It’s a sign of the times you say to me.

I say get outside.  Learn to be free.

I’m a pre computer person in a post computer age.

I have to use a computer some, despite the rage.

But, the pre computer life was way better for me.

At least, back then I actually felt free.

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

 

 

 

 

Poor Body Image Blues

 

Poor Body mage Blues

I’m a pot bellied native.

And I wear it with pride.

Some call me a sadist.

But, you know they lied.

 

I’ve tried about every diet

to try and lose the weight.

I need someone to buy it.

Maybe that’s all it’d take.

 

I have exercised to no end.

Just to lose a few pounds.

I have got to be able to bend.

to just a few more rounds.

 

I’ve cut out all the snacks

I taken the laxatives too.

Then people say it smacks

of anorexic ways to you.

 

Except, I’m a pot bellied native.

I am  not a skinny skeleton.

I feel like I’m a weighted

down relic, —-son.

 

I could go on a hunger strike.

I would only drink water.

But, would I win the fight

of losing the weight like I otter?

 

I guess I need a new body image.

Or, others need one of me.

I MUST be slim like my linage

to be accepted, you see.—————–R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

 

The Odd Couple

      The Odd Couple

Well, there you go again. Saying I’m a looser.

Just because I don’t want to do it your way.

All you need to know is that I’m not a snoozer.

I won’t miss the opportunity to play.

 

We go round and round about the same thing.

Why must it always be your way?

We need to look at what we both bring.

We both need to have our say.

 

Rulers only listen when they are losing.

Otherwise, they always get their way.

Lovers will still love if they are losing.

But, they are better if they have their say.

 

The day will start out fine with plans you made.

But, let me change just one little thing.

All of a sudden, you’re done with the charade.

Lightning strikes again  into our fling.

 

You will not see any view but your own.

Rational arguments is like  spitting into the wind.

They come back twisted & hurt to the bone.

This is definitely coming to a rapid end..

 

Rulers only listen when they are losing.

Otherwise, they always get their way.

Lovers will still love if they are losing.

But, they are better if they have their say.

 

After a month or two of not seeing you.

You still will not discuss the problem.

You must think no one can see through you.

But, this does not bring a solution.

 

After all is said and done, it’s sad.

The good times were some of the very best.

But, they don’t outweigh the bad.

Even so, I don’t think of you any less.

 

Rulers only listen when they are losing.

Otherwise, they always get their way.

Lovers will still love  if they are losing.

But, they are better if they have their say.

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

An ‘Acid Trip’ Outing

An ‘Acid Trip’ Outing

I told her not to go there

but, there are people that she knows there..

It’s a wild nightclub on the edge of town.

The women going in there looked like clowns.

 

The band is really happenen

as the dancers try for action.

The fiddler keeps on fiddling.

He was only fair to middling.

 

There’s  drinking and there’s dancing.

Not the best place to find romance in.

Most people get hammered & float on by.

The Johnny Walker wisdom’s running high.

 

Well, I swear it happened just like this.

A sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss.

The gates of love; they budged an inch.

I can’t say much has happened since.

 

Most people are getting plastered

till someone there spilled acid.

The whole darn place went crazy twice.

Once for the devil and once for Christ.

 

The women tore their blouses off.

The men, they danced on the polka dots.

It’s partner found and partner lost.

They would grab another at any cost.

 

Now things are getting pretty tight.

Then we were blinded in the light.

The boss don’t like these dizzy heights.

He said that’s it for you tonight.

It’s closing time.———————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

 

 

 

A Deja Vu Happening

A Déjà Vu Happening

It happened again tonight when I saw you.

One more incident of déjà vu.

It has happened before when I’m with you.

What is causing this déjà vu?

 

I am thinking, in a past life

you were the love of my life.

You were my soul mate.

This way, I can relate.

 

My love for you transcends the grave.

To you my heart and soul I gave.

I know you feel the same about me.

Together our love can be set free.

 

There is no bounds or limits here.

Our love reaches to the stratosphere.

I die each day when you are gone.

I am reborn when you come along.

 

I’ve stretched our love till it is taut.

To play a love song when I want.

Our love will stretch but it won’t tear.

I am bound to you from anywhere.

 

We will transcend this mortal life.

We will race among the stars at night.

We will slide down rainbows bright.

We will always know that it is right.

 

Me into you and you into me.

That is how it will always be.

No one else will matter to me.

We will be together for eternity.————–R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

Love And Devotion

      Love And Devotion

I gave up all just to be with you.

I hoped that our love would be true.

Time will tell if I am right.

I pray I am with all my might.

 

There will come a day for reflections.

May they show not one rejection.

Let the pattern of our lives

be a perfect quilt with no lies.

 

May it show only love and devotion.

Much deeper than any ocean.

Let it be said we tried our best.

The love we display will do the rest.

 

There will be challenges to be sure.

May they all become only a blur

in our memory of our past.

Let us know we found a love that lasts.

 

As we grow old and set in our ways.

May we remember we never strayed.

But, found strength in each other’s arms.

Smothered in each other’s charms.

 

When we are both laid down to rest.

Keep this promise. It’s not a jest.

We will both step into tomorrow.

Where there is no pain or sorrow.

 

For, throughout our lives we have found

trust in God has kept us around.

We trusted in Him to guide our lives.

More than once He saved our hides.

 

He guarantees we  have eternity.

The perfect place for us, you see.

For we had a lifetime being together.

So eternity will be easy to weather.———-R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

 

 

 

 

 

I Followed Her To Denver

I Followed HerTo Denver

I followed her to Denver.

It got cold there in the winter.

She said she’d never been there.

I don’t know who or what sent her.

I followed her to Tucson.

It got hot there in the summer.

How long now had she been gone?

Being here is a real bummer.

I followed her to Charleston.

It was nice there in the autumn.

She asked if she could borrow ten.

If I’d known, I could have bought them.

I followed her to Seattle.

It was wet there in the spring.

It was good for all the cattle.

All the grass was very green.

I followed her to Napa.

Good weather there all year around.

I guess I’m gonna hafta

ask her to finally settle down.

It’s great here in the city.

Good food, wine and the arts.

The vineyards are very pretty.

the grapes hauled in on carts.

We finally made a commitment.

We were married in the spring.

And to think I almost didn’t

follow her. It was quite a thing.—————-R. W. Johnson—–(2013)