Free bird Poetry – Page 32 – Word Smith Wisdom

My Shadow Friend

My Shadow Friend

There is something there behind me.

I don’t know what it is.

I don’t know how it finds me.

I don’t know what it is.

It is there on sunny days now.

Not so much on cloudy days.

It disappears at noon somehow.

Then grows taller later in the day.

It never says a word to me.

It is a lot like a ghostly figure.

But, it is always following, see.

I got my gun and pulled the trigger.

It didn’t flinch, it didn’t die.

It followed me till I went inside.

I almost felt like I wanted to cry.

I wanted to be brave. I really tried.

I told my girlfriend why I was scared.

“You stupid jerk. That’s your shadow.”

She talked to me like I was impaired.

She upset me, and got me raddled.

Does a shadow cut you?

Does a shadow burn your feet?

Does a shadow try to choke you?

Does it bite you with its teeth?

She said I was talking crazy.

So I showed her all the marks.

She quietly said that maybe

I should go see Dr. Clark.

He is a Psychiatrist in town.

I have met with him before.

I know that he won’t put me down.

He will help me, I am sure.

He said a shadow would not hurt me.

Only something evil would do that.

He said he would issue a decree.

For all the evil to stand back.

When I went outside the ‘figure’ was gone.

My friendly shadow was back again.

I am glad it is back after so long.

Because my shadow is my friend.

————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

The Existence Of The Others

The Existence Of The Others

The walking man looks like a bag of bones.

He wanders along alone without a home.

He never knows where his next meal is.

Don’t put your blame on him for this.

Circumstances were beyond his control.

What brought them on, he didn’t know?

He once was a lot like you are now.

Earning a living by the sweat of his brow.

Now, he doesn’t live, he just exists.

He is beyond being mad and having fits.

His focus is strictly on what’s to come.

Where is his next meal coming from.

True, the poor will always be with us.

Society rejecting them can make you cuss.

There’s little help. They have stopped trying.

There is no motivation. I’m not lying.

It is an existence hard to comprehend.

For them, they have reached the very end.

You could say they are waiting for God.

That’s all that is left. This is not odd.

What else to do if they were you?

There must be something we can do?

The answer is a curse to society.

Unsolvable, probably do to our piety.

At the least, we can all pray for them.

Treat them like they were our kin.

They are already down and out.

In a zombie land, without a doubt.

An hour, a day, a year to them,

is just the passing of a blur within.

The high points being a decent meal.

Little is said about how they feel.

Except for the grace of God, go you.

Can you see what they are going through?

—————————R. W. Johnson—–(2017)

Time Fulfilled

Time Fulfilled

Time is eternal, love is too.

I have enough time for you.

Distance is often a bummer

If only I could hear from her.

Days stretch into months.

I think of her a bunch.

Months stretch into years.

I see her through my tears.

Gray walls never change.

It doesn’t help to complain.

Only one word, or a letter,

and I would feel so much better.

Time passes, the memories stay.

Have to hang on one more day.

The day comes. I am released.

She is there,—– in the street.

Time becomes eternity.

There is only her and me.

My arms reach out for her.

I know she is mine for sure.

Two hearts are beating as one.

I’m not aware of the setting sun.

Here in eternity forever.

We walk away together.

————R. W. Johnson—–(2017)

End Time Prophet??

End Time Prophet??

My life is hanging by a very thin thread.

I can’t tell you what’s running through my head.

Ohh, ohh, ohh, —-not a lire.

All the people keep coming around.

They want the wisdom I can pass down.

Ohh, ohh, ohh, —not a lire.

Can he give you what you’re praying for?

Will you have to show him the door?

There are others who are wondering too.

What will be the end of you.?

The answer is written on the wall.

They will continue till they fall.

Many wonder what this world is coming to.

That is why I am praying for you.

The sky grows dark as they gather around.

There is moisture on the ground.

Ohh, ohh, ohh, —not a lire.

The final vision is coming fast now.

The people can make it through somehow.

Ohh, ohh, ohh, —not a lire.

Yes, the answer is written on the wall.

The prophets before have seen it all.

Small differences will mean very little.

You have to dance when He plays His fiddle.

The beat is fast, the tempo uplifting.

It is now time for the sifting.

Those marked with love will make it through.

In the hand or forehead is nothing new.

It is here with blinding speed.

None are sure just how to proceed.

Ohh, ohh, ohh, —not a lire.

Love is the greatest weapon of all.

If you can’t love, then you will fall.

Ohh, ohh, ohh, —not a lire.

———————————R. W. Johnson—–(2017)

It’s A Long Way To Never

It’s A Long Way To Never

We’ve been together a long, long time.

Since being introduced by a friend of mine.

I love living together, just you and me.

But, there’s so much more I want it to be.

It seems it’s a long way to never.

I know we belong together.

We are true to one another.

Neither would want any other.

I want to seal it with a ring.

Do you know what I mean?

You avoid the thought like a plague.

You say you want bacon and eggs.

Anything to change the subject.

Don’t you think it will fit our budget?

Are you afraid of the commitment?

It’s time you started to get with it.

If our love is true, time to tell others.

We are one till one dies, or the other.

It seems it’s a long way to never.

I know we belong together.

We are true to one another.

Neither would want any other.

I want to seal it with a ring.

Do you know what I mean?

Maybe it is something that will never be.

I know that you want to be with me.

Yet, marriage is something that scares you.

What do you think it would make me do?

————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2017)

The ‘Redneck’ Way

The ‘Redneck’ Way

Way back in the Ozark mountains.

There are some ‘rednecks’ living there.

The census taker can’t count them.

He is told: ‘Don’t enter. Beware.’

The rumors, taken all in fun.

Say the ‘rednecks’ are inbred.

They will greet you with a gun.

The women want a man to wed.

Most stay clear of going there.

Just in case the rumor is true.

A ‘redneck’ gal is too much to bare.

She will rape you fore she’s through.

Some city slickers went there fishing.

They were not seen for some time.

They’d rather be dead than just missing.

What happened to them was a major crime.

They wouldn’t talk about it at all.

They walked like a corncob was up their ass.

If pushed, they just started to bawl.

Given the chance, they got out fast.

They only gave this final warning.

Don’t go into the Ozark mountains.

You’ll be raped every night and morning.

You’ll squeal like a pig. It is their way of courting.

———————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

It’s A Crazy World

It’s a Crazy World

I was there when it started coming down.

There was no more happiness to be found.

All there was, was heartbreak and misery.

There was no way to reverse it, that I could see.

The parents told me to get the hell out.

But, I wasn’t going to sit around and pout.

I went about proving that they were wrong.

I didn’t want this to take too long.

I was not two timing their daughter.

It was all a bunch of hog fodder.

I will get the bastards who said such a thing.

They are not getting away with anything.

I followed my sources to the very end.

It pays to have some real friends.

The last clue fell into place.

I almost fell right on my face.

The culprit of rumors was my sister.

Just because I wouldn’t kiss her?

I told her it was the wrong thing to do.

I’d rather kiss my girlfriend than I would you.

She vowed to get revenge.

She wasn’t sorry, so why pretend.

So, I gave her a kiss and told her to talk.

Most won’t believe it, as likely as not.

She came clean about the whole darned thing.

Told the parents why she tried to make a scene.

The parents apologized for saying I flirted.

But, still no dating, cause I was perverted.

I almost flew into a rage.

I felt like I was in a cage.

I’m not perverted, it is my sister.

They said that’s a real twister.

How do we know it doesn’t run in the family?

I said, I don’t try to give little girls candy.

They finally relented and said we could date.

My girlfriend said I was a little bit late.

She found another to occupy her time.

This whole thing almost blew my mind.

But, the men is white coats are nice to me.

They let me roam around on the grounds, you see.

My sister comes to visit now and then.

She seems to be dating my X- girlfriend.

———————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2017)

Disaster From Space

Disaster From Space

I was overseas when it happened.

At first, I thought it was a distraction.

It was much more than that, it seems.

An asteroid hit to the extremes.

Life on this planet was disrupted.

Like everyone had become corrupted.

All forms of transportation was down.

No communication anywhere around.

Back to the stone age in one big blast.

Man will be lucky if he can last.

Somehow, I had to get back home.

Can’t leave my loved ones all alone.

I found a sailing yacht willing to take me.

The Captain said yes, for a large fee.

I barely had enough to cover it.

I just hoped he wouldn’t quit.

Incredible storms were brewing.

Due to the blast and its undoing.

Several times I thought we would sink.

It almost threw my ass into the drink.

Constant rain the entire way.

Winds strong enough to blow us astray.

We finally made land in a U.S. harbor.

To get home, I must go much farther.

The asteroid hit in New York state.

The people there had a deadly fate.

My home was in Northern California.

Damage there was torn land and lava.

Bad weather covered the entire world.

Worse than a nuclear winter world.

We had landed in San Francisco Bay.

I rode a bike north for another day.

Finally, I reached our home.

Things were such a mess, I moaned.

The family was safe in our fallout shelter.

Their lives had been knocked all kilter.

But, physically, they were all safe.

Survival preparations and a lot of faith.

We were overjoyed to be together.

Now, we had to deal with the weather.

Global warming was out the door.

Now colder than it ever was before.

We had enough food to last a year.

It would take that long for the sky to clear.

But, with my loved ones by my side.

I will be in for the ride.

After everything, it is family that counts.

Any and all mountains we will mount.

With the Lord as our savior, we can’t fail.

We’ll get by with no internet or mail.

————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

It’s Coming Home

It’s Coming Home

Early in the morning.

It is coming without warning.

The songbirds stop their singing.

Silence so strong that it is ringing.

It is coming home to you.

Way across the meadow.

Something moving in the nettles.

It doesn’t act like they are stinging.

There is something it is flinging.

It is coming home to you.

It is coming closer.

Its shadow couldn’t be grosser.

Its arms are almost dragging.

Tail is limber, almost wagging.

It is coming home to you.

Its fur is ruffled and dirty.

In a rush, there go all the birdies.

Its feet are sinking in the field.

It holds its arm up like a shield.

It is coming home to you.

Will the nightmare end?

Why is it coming again?

There is no way to help it now.

Not after it slaughtered that cow.

It is coming home to you.

It is at the front door now.

It has got to go away somehow.

You can hear its grunt and growl.

You get a whiff of something foul.

It is coming home to you.

Then, you wake up screaming.

You don’t understand the meaning.

A repeating dream that comes to you.

You’re shaking and you don’t have a clue.

Why it keeps coming home to you.

You get up to have some coffee.

First you have to stop and take a pee.

You look out the window, coffee in hand.

Something is moving across the land.

It is coming home to you.

————————R. W. Johnson—–(2017)

Rainy Days

Rainy Days

Rainy days, they are here to stay.

They remind me of that special day.

The day we met, and so it started.

Still together, we haven’t parted.

Even on the day we got married.

It rained a lot, but we didn’t tarry.

Rainy days are our special days.

We go to movies and see plays.

We stay at home and snuggle too.

We just enjoy whatever we do.

You name it, we’ve done that too.

We don’t live in a flood zone.

We don’t have to save our home.

We just make the most of it.

It seems to help our love to grow.

Wonderful blessings seem to flow.

Too much rain isn’t very good.

Still love will grow, like it should.

Rainy days and Mondays are around.

But, they never get us down.

For us, it is a magical time.

Makes us feel like we’re in our prime.

I don’t know how rain makes you feel?

Like a cat or like a seal.

One hates it, the other loves it.

I hope, for you, the one that fits

is the one that makes you pleased.

Not the one that will make you sneeze.

——————–R.W. Johnson—–(2017)