The Party Clown

       The Party Clown   

I’ve been here and I’ve been there.

I’ve been almost everywhere.

What I do is always fun.

No, I am not on the run

I am up, I am not down.

It’s the other way around.

Life is wonderful all the time.

Have another glass of wine.

Yes, I am a party animal.

Hippie hair and raunchy sandals.

I am always up for some fun.

Time to party. Everybody come.

People call me the party clown.

Mostly when you are around.

All know a clown never cries.

He couldn’t, even if he tried.

Yet, inside,  I am a wreck.

Because you don’t give a heck.

I joke around at a party when you are there.

You don’t laugh, don’t look, you just don’t care.

What you’re doing is tearing this clown apart.

Dreaming of your love and not knowing where to start.

But,—- then,—- I’m a happy guy.

I feel good, with my head in the sky.

Yes, it is a long way down.

But, you will never see me hit the ground.

Famous last words of a party clown.

——————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

The Legacy Of Billy Joe

    The Legacy Of Billy Joe

People come and people go.

All except for Billy Joe.

He kinda just hung around.

He liked what he had found.

Though she paid him no mind.

At least she was not unkind.

The days turned into months.

Then it happened all at once.

Someone had shot her down.

Turned her life upside down.

She was an emotional wreck.

Billy Joe rubbed her neck.

He was supportive and kind.

She was at the end of the line.

She had no idea where to go.

She had never felt so low.

Billy Joe was there to lift her up.

To help her dig out of this rut.

In time, she felt much better.

He was there in any weather.

Then she finally met another.

Let nothing tear it asunder.

But, in the end, that died too.

She was hurting as to what to do.

Here came Billy Joe to give support.

He had only good things to report.

He was there till she felt better.

She wrote the guy a ‘Dear John’ letter.

Then, came that terrible day.

Billy Joe was taken away.

It was a terrible accident.

She wondered where he went.

Then, she realized he was the one.

Always there through tears and fun.

It hit her like a ton of bricks.

Cut her to her very quick.

Oh, what will she do now?

Without Billy Joe to help somehow.

Then, she remembered what he said.

The night he tucked her into bed.

“Take the good with the bad.”

“Don’t walk away feeling sad.”

“Tomorrow will be another day.”

“There will always be a way.”

She will miss Billy Joe a lot.

He helped her with all she got.

She remembered all he said.

Tomorrow, she will be wed.

He said this day would come.

Billy, I wish you were the one.

——————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

 

 

Hillbilly Justice

            Hillbilly Justice

Twinkling lights. Stars all around.

Yet, here  I am,  prison bound.

For a crime that I did not do.

I couldn’t do such a thing to you.

The judge said “guilty” in a make believe trial.

Said I would be put away for a long while.

Someone shot and killed you.

That was something I wouldn’t do.

I loved you with all my heart.

I thought we would never part.

There is no justice in this hillbilly town.

I was an outsider, I soon found.

Yet, I loved you. It was my fate.

You worked at the diner where I ate.

You served me my breakfast plate.

You said you hoped I liked the steak.

We started talking and I asked you out.

You accepted. I wanted to shout.
After a few dates, we were a number.

Locals wanted to put us under.

They didn’t take to any strangers.

Said I wasn’t born in a manger.

I came over to pick you up.

In your hand was a coffee cup.

You were dead on the floor.

A gun was lying near the door.

I grabbed it up and looked around.

That is the way I was found.

Neighbors heard the shot . Came to see.

What they found was only me.

They saw the gun in my hand.

I was a stranger in their land.

They wouldn’t believe my story.

The gun matched the bullet in Lori.

My finger prints, of course, were on it.

So goes the story of my sonnet.

I’m going to die in the state prison.

Every one said “They wouldn’t miss him.”

A stranger in a hillbilly town has no chance.

He’d be better off to not find romance.

A backwoods lawyer isn’t worth his weight.

Which was considerable, at my trial date.

Justice is a word with little meaning.

When it comes to keeping me from swinging.

——————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

Tea Leaf Deceived

            Tea Leaf Deceived

He was a guy who drifted around.

One day he drifted into our town.

He wasn’t one who looked for trouble.

I don’t want to be one to burst his bubble.

But, when he arrived, his fate was sealed.

You might say he got a rotten deal.

Right away he attracted attention.

Mostly from girls. Not to mention.

He was a real good looking guy.

That is why he caught their eye.

The town bully had a girl.

The newcomer gave her a thrill.

She started giving him a lot of her time.

The bully found out and said ‘She’s mine.”

He took a swing at the newcomer.

The result was a real bummer.

The new guy moped up the floor with him.

Then,—- he said with a grin.

“I’m not here to steal your girl.”

“I am looking for Jeffery Till.”

“He lives just outside town.”

“What do you want with him?” he frowned.

“It’s my business and none of yours.”

“Stay out of it or do you want some more?”

The bully cowered and scooted away.

He would settle this another day.

The new comer found his way to Till’s place.

He had a grim look on his face.

“Mr Till, I want to talk to you.”

“I have things to tell you that are true.”

“Who are you?” Till said with a sneer.

“You’ll find out. Have no fear.”

“I knew your daughter before she died.”

“She missed you. She cried and cried.”

“She was raped and beaten badly”

“Died from her injuries.”  He said sadly.

“Before she died she asked me to find you.”

“To tell you she missed you and loved you to.”

“She told me how you threw her out.”

“She didn’t even know what it was all about.”

“Why did you throw her out on her ear Mr Till?”

“Yelling that you didn’t forgive her and never will.”

“She had no knowledge of why you were mad.”

“I know that you made her miserable and sad.”

Mr Till said  “I have nothing to say to you.”

“Run along now and find something else to do.”

“I loved your daughter and I’m not leaving.”

“I could beat your ass, the way I’m feeling.”

Mr Till backed up, all color leaving his face.

“You better talk or I won’t leave this place.”

“O.K., o.k. I found out she was pregnant.”

“She thought you wanted her to pay rent.”

“She was NOT pregnant. You made an error.”

“Dr’s checked her after her rape affair.”

“Where did you get the idea she was?”

“I read it in tea leaves.” He said in a rush.

“Why, you stupid old fart.”

“Your ignorant superstitions tore you two apart.”

“She died of injuries and a broken heart.”

“All she wanted in life was for you to be a part.”

Mr Till broke down in tears.

“What have I done? All these years.”

“I have always lived by the tea leaf readings.”
“Now, you bring me terrible greetings.”

“I will never read tea leaves again.”

“So be it.” Said the new guy. Then,

the bully and some friends arrived.

“Grab him boys. We’ll skin him alive.”

A hell of a fight broke out then.

Mr Till helped the new guy to win.

The bully and friends were knocked out.

“Get off my property” Mr Till did shout.

The bully and friends took off.

Mr Till gave a slight cough.

Mr. Till said “I didn’t catch your name.”

The new guy said “That’s o.k., just the same.”

“I’ll be going now. Thanks for your help.”

“I am sorry. I don’t know if it will help.”

“It does Mr Till. I pray that she knows.”

With that, he was gone down the road.

———————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

A Ghost Town Halloween

     A Ghost Town Halloween

I came into town after traveling far.

Thought I would stop at the local bar.

Get a little drink to quench my thirst.

After hours on the road, it was the worst.

 

I stepped in and looked around.

I was surprised at what I found.

A normal crowd for a Saturday night.

But, that wasn’t what gave me a fright.

 

They were all dressed up like ghosts.

Also skeletons and scary hosts.

A witch said it was for Halloween.

It all just seemed like a dream.

 

I ordered a drink & got a glass of blood.

I was shocked so he put it in a mug.

“What is this? I asked the keeper.

“A free drink” said another creature.

 

I asked “Is it a Bloody Mary?”

“No, this drink has a cherry.”

“We call it a Bloody Virgin.”

I tasted it, with some urging.

 

Then, some weird howling started.

Sounded like someone departed.

“Full moon. Werewolves are out.”

Then, outside, we heard a shout.

 

Then, a scream, like someone torn apart.

“Don’t go outside, if you are smart.”

I thought it was a joke, but maybe not.

I was shaking, yet, glued to the spot.

 

“What kind of a place is this? I asked.

“You’re in a ghost town.” Was gasped.

“Real ghosts, ghouls, and other things.”

“We come here on every Halloween”

 

My hand passed right through the ghost.

The ghoul was eating a human roast.

My feet were spinning , but I wasn’t moving.

“Stay around, it’s just getting groovy.”

 

“Let me out of here”, I screamed.

It was real,—– or so it seemed

They grabbed me and pulled me down.

I was sorry I stopped at this town.

 

I passed out. I thought I would be killed.

I woke up at dawn in a field.

I was at the outskirts of town.

A sign stated it was a ghost town.

 

My vehicle was parked nearby.

I got in and started to cry.

I wasn’t about to go back into town.

As quick as I could, I turned around.

 

I still don’t know if It happened or not.

People around let that town go to rot.

They told stories similar to mine.

Find some other way to spend my time.

 

Stay away from that ghost town.

You’d be better to drive around.

People have gone there & didn’t return.

You would think that people would learn.

 

I, for one, learned all I needed to know.

I don’t want to go back to that show.

I left that place far behind me that day.

On Halloween’s I find other places to play.

—————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

 

Leave The Past In The Past

 

        Leave The Past In The Past


He drifted into town. He stayed all alone.

No one knew where he called home.

He kept to himself. He liked it that way.

They say, it was likely, he wouldn’t stay.

He was a mountain of a man. Easy to spot.

Most tried to avoid him, likely as not.

Then came the day when men were crying.

The café caught fire & people were frying.

He ran in & carried people out.

Two at a time. He was stout.

He survived, but was badly burned.

He had little money, it was learned.

Through donations his bill was paid.

He got a job worth his pay grade.

He was called “Big Bad John,” after the song.

It wasn’t his name, but he went along.

One day he walked into church.

He sat in a pew like it was a perch.

He decided to tell the pastor. He was no fool.

He told the pastor his past, which no one knew.

The pastor turned white, while sitting in the pew.

Yet, he knew the story he was told was true.

“None of this is a sin by you, son.”

I Know”, he said, “Thy will be done.”

The pastor invited him to join the church.

He said he would, for what it is worth.

It wasn’t long till he became a deacon.

He accepted without even blinking.

He met his soul mate at the church.

They dated a year. He put her first.

The wedding was a lovely one.

The whole town came, just for the fun.

Within a year they had a little boy.

He grew like a weed. He was their joy.

He was a chip off his old man’s block.

Looked just like him. Solid as a rock.

Then, some bad men came to town.

They were following the son around.

One day they grabbed the son and tied him up.

They weren’t gentle. They treated him rough.

They called his dad and said “We have your son.”

“You tried to get away, but you could never run.”

“We hunted for you for years. Now, you are ours.”

“Your son will die if you don’t meet us at the bar.”

His past had caught up with him.

He knew that he had not done a sin.

But, he might now, if his son was hurt.

He flexed his muscles, which tore his shirt.

He went  to the bar. His son was there with them.

They immediately put a knife under his chin.

His son strained his bonds and broke free.

He started kicking ass on the closest creep.

Soon, father and son were mopping up the floor.

Till the bad guys couldn’t fight anymore.

They were turned over to the police.

They went to prison for kidnapping the son.

It was party time for everyone.

People shouted “Like father, like son.”

Soon, election time had begun.

The Dad was elected mayor on a write in.

Everyone felt real safe with him.

A deacon, mayor, hero, and local legend.

He was very proud to be their leader then.

His life was much better than his secretive past.

He only prayed daily that it would last.

———————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

 

The Hitchhiker’s Guide To Happiness

       The Hitchhiker’s Guide To Happiness

I met her while hitching through the western states.

She said she was ‘drifting’, if I heard her straight.

She gave me a lift into Reno, where we stopped.

We shared a room to save on the cost.

We decided to travel together. We needed jobs.

We found them in a casino. We beat the odds.

I worked security and she was a dealer.

We lasted about a year till long hours defeated her.

We pulled up stakes and traveled on.

Ended up in San Jose. I got work before dawn.

She painted and sold them on the street.

Also at flea markets and at artist meets.

We liked where we were. It was quiet.

Till we got caught up in a Trump riot.

We decided to look for greener pastures.

I remembered a little place from last year.

We ended up in Pahrump. Not a lot here.

Desert like country. Hot . I needed a cold beer.

Little work to be found. Fast food or car wash.

In two months we left, at any cost.

We headed for an ocean side town.

Much cooler for us all around.

Fishing and work with seafood was good.

We had a good time doing what we should.

We came to depend on one another.

Before she knew, I was more than a brother.

She became the most important thing to me.

We stayed six months, before we got itchy feet.

We went east and ended up down south.

The Alabama food was watering to our mouth.

We ended up in New Orleans during Marti Gras.

Things were kicked back. There was no boss.

We liked it and wanted to stay for awhile.

We found good jobs and were living in style.

I started thinking of maybe settling down.

She looked at me with a funny frown.

She really didn’t have much more to say.

Then, came that wonderful, fateful day.

She told me she was in a ‘family’ way.

She was pregnant, she meant to say.

So, we decided to marry and settle down.

This would be our final town.

I am not sorry for the way it turned out.

You will never see me sit and pout.

I had all I wanted the day I met her.

It was the end of her ‘drifting’, that’s for sure.

We now have two boys, who are doing fine.

I sit back with a glass of wine.

I said, “Let’s make a toast to their future.”

“If they ‘drift’, let them be true to her.”

“For they will find the girl of their dreams.”

“Let them enjoy the road and all it brings.”

—————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

 

Freedom Has Its Price

Freedom Has Its Price 

See the wild horses running free.

The eagle flies far above the trees.

The butterfly flirts here and there.

There is freedom everywhere.

 

My heart is chained and nailed down.

I have no freedom to move around.

If I try to be free, I will not succeed.

I am caught in the spell you’ve weaved.

 

Usually, lovers don’t want to be free.

They are enjoying all they see.

In this case,—- it is a living hell.

I am being smothered, I can tell.

 

There is no way out for me.

I will die in total misery.

You will never let me go.

I am the star of your show.

 

Without you I am half a man.

With you, I only do what I can.

I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t.

I feel like I should, but you know I won’t

 

This is going to end in a bad way.

I can see it coming this very day.

It will be nasty for both of us.

I can’t just get on the bus.

 

There may be 50 ways to leave your lover.

But, my only way out is like no other.

I can separate the light from the dark.

Despite saying we will never part.

 

Where I go you won’t be able to follow.

I am not talking about Sleepy Hollow.

It will all come as a shock to you.

Then, you will realize you have been a fool.

————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

 

Love Is A Mystery

        Love Is A Mystery

There is mysteries all around.

Always, there are more found.

But, the greatest of them all

is love. Do you hear its call?

 

It can beacon from near or far.

It can reach you where you are.

Some love makes no sense at all.

Others can leave you standing tall.

 

Love can come and love can go.

Love can make your entire show.

Be it sweet or heartbreaking.

Love is worth the undertaking.

 

Love can lift your spirits high.

Love can hurt till you want to die.

It can tear your heart into.

It can make a fool of you.

 

Love can fill your every need.

It can leave you wondering , indeed.

love for one another is great.

Each giving what they take.

 

Why love comes our way

is a mystery for every day.

Where it comes and where it goes

only God really seems to know.

 

You can know how to make it better.

Or, you can get a ‘Dear John’ letter.

Just give love as you want to be loved.

The rest will come from God above.

——————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

Mother Nature

 

        Mother Nature

It was carried on the air.

You could hear it everywhere.

It reaches deep within your soul.

Stimulating you from head to toe.

 

It has a fragrance with it too.

The smell of spring or morning dew.

Fairies dance in its glow.

You’ll speed up, then take it slow.

 

It is around us every day.

Stimulating in every way.

Makes the old feel young.

Making every moment fun.

 

What it is, you haven’t a clue?

The parade is passing by you.

Take some time to smell the roses.

Listen to the song it composes.

 

See the colors in her dress.

She always dresses in her best.

She spins and twirls all around you.

It is Mother Nature, always true.

—————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)