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The Legend Of Robin Hood

The Legend Of Robin Hood

Robin Hood was a sly little fellow.

He would rob from the rich & give to the poor.

His band of ‘merry men’ were pretty mellow.

He became a thief to even the score.

The Sherriff was oppressing the peons.

Taxing them way beyond reason.

King Richard had been gone for eons.

He would be back in due season.

He would not stand for such oppression.

The Sherriff would get his neck stretched.

Meantime, Robin Hood took possession

of all the money the Sherriff had fetched.

Robin had one thing going for him.

It was his skill with a longbow.

He could shoot a bow like Cupid’s twin.

His long shots had never gone low.

The Sherriff wanted Robin’s head.

He couldn’t roust him from Sherwood Forrest.

So, he held a contest, instead.

The best archer would win, of course.

There was a big cash prize offered.

Robin couldn’t resist such a competition.

The money was taken from the tax coffers.

Robin wanted to win to make redemption.

Robin disguised himself as a common beggar.

He registered for the contest. He had a bow.

The contest started and there were wagers.

The final two would shoot a longbow.

It was the Sherriff’s best archer against

the strange beggar, who was very good.

The archer hit dead center & kissed his wench.

The beggar’s arrow split the archer’s wood.

Such a shot, no one had ever seen.

To split another’s arrow at such a distance,

could only mean the beggar wasn’t who he seemed.

He, grabbed the prize & avoided resistance.

All realized it was Robin Hood.

He threw the prize money to the poor.

The Sherriff was doing all he could.

Yet, Robin made it out the door

He got away and the Sherriff looked the fool.

Robin & his men were hero’s of the poor.

The Sherriff planned things that were really cruel.

Before long King Richard returned from the war.

He was informed of the total situation.

The Sherriff was arrested and hung.

Robin was pardoned with elation.

Maid Marion & Robin became as one.

So ends my prose of Robin Hood.

True or legends, he is still a hero.

One who goes around doing good.

Most people think of him as real.

—————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Mother’s Day

Mother’s Day

Tomorrow is Mother’s Day again.

Once a year we honor them.

My mother is no longer around.

She stepped into tomorrow, I found.

It is an easier way to look at death.

Thank God, her memory hasn’t faded yet.

For all with mothers still alive.

Tomorrow, her special day will arrive.

Treat her to a special meal or outing.

Maybe flowers or candy. No pouting.

Tell her you love her because you do.

Without her, you wouldn’t be you.

Being a mother is a very tough job.

God didn’t want this to be odd.

He made a woman ready to do the job.

It is a job that really reflects God.

Not all mothers are loved by their own.

Often, it is not her fault, it is shown.

The cases where a mother has fallen short,

there are extenuating circumstances to sort.

Most of us love our mothers with good reason.

To say we don’t would fall just short of treason.

Our mothers gave their lives to raise us right.

A mother’s love for their offspring is no respite.

So do your best to make her proud.

Make your love stand out in the crowd.

God would do no less for me & you.

Your mother is special. She loves you too.

——————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

In The Time Of Magic

In The Time Of Magic

I am a time traveler. I travel forward or back.

Anyone can do it, if you have the knack.

You don’t need a special machine to go.

Just a good imagination for the show.

I went back to the mid-evil ages.

Knights, castles, & really poor wages.

But, there was one thing not here today.

It was magic. Powerful magic, I would say.

There was white magic & black magic too.

There were wizards and witches mixing brew.

Some were evil and some were good.

Some would kill you where you stood.

It was scary to hear all the magical talk.

If you talk the talk, you must walk the walk.

If you tried to get a wizard for hire,

he might burn you with wizard’s fire.

They worked for themselves, not for others.

They would probably fry their own mothers.

Those that used white magic were usually witches.

But, they could be a warlock & burn your britches.

What I am trying to say.

Magic is not for play.

Those who used it knew their stuff.

They didn’t share this with others much.

If one takes you under his wing.

You would be an acolyte, or some such thing.

You start at the bottom & work your way up.

Till you knew enough to drink from the cup.

The wizard would train you to his way of thinking.

You would reflect his actions right down to winking.

If you learned enough, you might go on your own.

You would then use all that you had been shown.

They all guard their craft with all their might.

No use ever getting up tight.

If a witch or wizard does things in his own way,

it’s not much different than some people today.

I learned what little I could.

Then, returned home, like I knew I would.

I found right off. Magic doesn’t work today.

I am sure there has got to be a better way.

But, I still have my imagination.

What a way to take a vacation.

Just imagine whatever you want.

And, wham! You’re ready to romp.

———————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

GMO’s: Blessing, Or Curse?

GMO’s: Blessing, Or Curse?

After dinner one night, I fell asleep.

I had a dream I want to keep.

I dreamed about GMO’s

Food changes to make things grow.

Genetically altered food.

Not really much better than glue.

At first, people just got sick.

Later, deformities were the risk.

There were freaks running everywhere.

A real scary thing,—- I declare.

Little babies, bug eyed, and deformed.

Makes you wish that they weren’t born.

People with tumor type growths

on their bodies were really gross.

Think of the worst you can imagine.

Then double that and add a cannon.

They look like they were shot from one.

Right into a brick wall , not for fun.

A real mess, I am trying to say.

Not the kind of place to stay.

Those who didn’t die from diabetes,

heart disease, cancer, or intestinal acities

were deformed worse than ever.

Yet, Monsanto was very clever.

People still ate the GMO’s like mad.

Monsanto said the problems were bad.

But, GMO’s were not the cause for sure.

Just ask the government for a cure.

I awoke screaming out loud.

I vowed organic only would be allowed

in our house from that day forward.

I thank God for the dream He ordered

sent to me to save our lives.

Before you eat GMO’s, think twice.

———————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

True Blue For Only You

True Blue For Only You

It happened once. Then, it happened again.

I tried to explain just how I’ve been.

My love was strong & it was real.

You didn’t want to believe my spiel.

I had a history that was not good.

I have never acted like I should.

I went around breaking little girl’s hearts.

Now, I see where that was not smart.

I love this girl so much it hurt.

She had a great fear I would soon flirt.

I had no intention of doing so.

I wanted to be her permanent beau.

Seems I had cried wolf once too often.

Nothing will help it to soften.

I can’t be trusted to be true blue.

Yet, I can’t stop hurting for you.

How to show I’ve changed my ways?

Though, it may take many days,

I have to prove my love is true.

I only want to belong to you.

You have taken a ‘prove it’ attitude.

I could be in a different latitude.

For all the difference my efforts were making.

You weren’t going for ‘I’m there for the taking.’

Gifts, flowers, and cards don’t help.

I need something to make your heart melt.

Groveling at your feet is a no, no.

I am not putting on a show.

I am serious in all I say & do.

My whole life is devoted to you.

I won’t look in another girl’s direction.

You are all I see in my reflection.

You haven’t cut me off as yet.

Maybe there is a chance to get

inside your heart to stay.

Show you this is the only way.

In the end, what a blessing it will be.

You’ll be so glad you waited for me.

We will live in never ending bliss.

Who would have thought it could be like this.

—————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Wolf Sees More In A Man

Wolf Sees More In A Man

He was a kindly, little, old, nature loving man.

He was out in the woods looking for mushrooms. .

He was down on his knees checking out the land.

Wolves caught his sent and found him real soon.

They surrounded him before he was aware.

The pack leader slowly approached the man.

He saw the wolf and could only stare.

The pack leader sniffed, then backed away, turned & ran.

He gave a howl and the other wolves followed.

The man couldn’t believe what just happened.

Thank God, the wolves didn’t want his raw bones.

He gathered the mushrooms in his lap then.

Then, he walked back to where his car remained.

About 2 months later he was back in the woods.

He heard a wolf crying, like it was in pain.

He found a pup, who would run away, if he could.

He couldn’t. His leg was in a trap & was broken.

The man freed the pup and carried him away.

In his car he had a brace. It was a real token.

Just the right size to fix the whelp’s leg today.

He fixed up the pup & returned him to the place.

He thought the pup could get home from there.

He made sure the trap wasn’t set, just in case.

He didn’t realize the wolves were all aware.

They watched everything he had done.

They saw that he had helped the little whelp.

They remembered that he was the one.

The one the pack leader decided to help.

A week later, he was back in the woods.

The wolves surrounded him like before.

He raised his hands up, knowing he should.

The pack leader approached once more.

He sniffed, then licked the man’s hand.

Then gave a small growl like a meow.

Then, he turned and left the man.

He gave a small yip, then a growl.

All the wolves followed the leader.

He was left scratching his head.

It seemed he had nothing to fear.

It seemed to him that God had led.

It was the pack leader’s pup he helped.

The pack leader sensed this from the first.

He knew this man was not a whelp.

Sure enough, his senses were not a curse.

God gives all animals what they use.

God knew the man would help the pup.

His wisdom gave the wolf all the cues.

This was a man to save, not rip up.

————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

It’s So Devine

It’s So Divine

It’s getting late. It’s time to go.

It is like you already know.

You snuggle close. The message is clear.

You’re so happy when I am here.

Still, I must leave. I don’t want to deceive.

I know you really don’t want me to leave.

It is nice to know that you are really mine.

The feeling is so very divine.

Time goes by & we are together again.

Yet, it goes by so fast, how can I win.

You do everything to make it just right.

When it’s time to go I don’t want a fight.

We both know that I have to leave.

We don’t want to but, we must deceive.

I know I have to bide my time.

Yet, when I’m with you it’s so divine.

Then, one day, you say he is gone.

I am praying that you’re not wrong.

You say it is true. Now you are mine.

I won’t have to leave this time.

So, I stayed, and I’m still here.

There is nothing more for me to fear.

The way is clear, I will never leave.

I will never again need to deceive.

All our dreams are coming true.

You have me and I have you.

Now, I am with you all the time.

Every day is so divine.

————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Poetry In The Country

Poetry In The Country

Country roads took me there.

A place to live without a care.

Not that many people around.

It was near a very small town.

I would kick back & do my thing.

Making the keyboard keys ring.

Typing poems was my hobby.

I worked at not being to shoddy.

I wrote poems about many things.

Life and love and angels with wings.

Whatever would come to mind.

Put it on my web site, if I had the time.

One morning, I went into town.

Needed coffee and some ground round.

I saw a little café. It was open.

I went in to wet my throat then.

I decided I would have some breakfast.

Bacon, eggs, toast, & coffee should last.

This beautiful girl came over to me.

She smiled nice & said “What will it be?”

I couldn’t speak, I was so surprised.

It took my breath away looking into her eyes.

I stammered and said “Yes, I am ready.”

She said “The special today is spaghetti.”

“Oh, no. I would like some breakfast.”

She took my order, as you might guess.

She came back with the coffee; cream to.

She said “Are you just passing through?”

I told her I have a place close to town.

She was looking at me with a frown.

I said “What are you frowning about?”

“I don’t remember you.”, with doubt.

“I just moved in about a month ago.”

She smiled big & said “Oh?, Glad to know.”

“I was born & raised in this small town.”

“I don’t get around much.” she frowned.

“Are you married with kids?” I said.

“Hardly, No boyfriend. Still unwed.”

“I didn’t mean to pry.” I said with strife.

“How about yourself? No wife?”

“No, single. I moved here to write poems.”

“I do it as a hobby. Not for coins.”

“How do you make a living then?”

“Lucky. I have a good lottery win.”

She brought me my breakfast then.

As I ate, she watched with a grin.

“Oh, don’t let me bother you.”

“I was just surprised at what you do.”

“Why, don’t you like poems or something?”

“No, I write them myself, it’s my thing.”

“Really, I would love to read some sometime.”

“Anytime with me would be just fine.”

This started a relationship with no end.

Neither of us knew just where to begin.

But, we had no lack of poetic material.

We both wrote them. We knew it was real.

I would like to say that this is the end.

But, it keeps coming back again & again.

Where this is going, who can tell?

But, we’re both young, so what the hell!!

———————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

“The Terror”

“The Terror”

The wind blows across the ice floes.

The ship is frozen in solid. It’s as far as it goes.

This Northwest Passage is impossible to sail.

We just sit here and hear the wind wail.

We have been frozen in for two months.

There is not enough food to eat lunch.

We are down to one meal a day.

There is no more food on the way.

A decision must be reached.

Some one has to go for relief.

Set out across the frozen waste.

They must travel with much haste.

So, a few were selected to Make the trek

They may die but, what the heck.

To not go means death for sure.

To be frozen is not an attractive lure.

There are rumors about ‘The Terror.’

The name given to something out there.

It can be heard out on the frozen waste.

Waiting, to have a human to taste.

No one knows just what it looks like.

Some kind of pre-historic, ugly type.

Something big with very sharp teeth.

It is hungry for something to eat.

The rescue team has gone away.

Yet, “The Terror,’ seems to stay.

We don’t know if we will last

We keep guard from the mast.

Time drags on and we grow weaker.

Soon,—– we will meet the creature.

We say our prayers and make our peace.

We’ll do all we can to avoid its teeth.

One man from the rescue team survived.

Help was sent. Hoping to find them alive.

Every man they found on board was dead.

Ripped apart and eaten alive, it was said.

A Northwest Passage was never found.

Every ship would be frozen or run aground

in the most severe conditions known to man.

Not to mention, “The Terror,” still rules that land.

————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Spring Cleaning In The Winter

Spring Cleaning In The Winter

I see what to do, now that I’ve been here.

It’s time for spring cleaning in the winter.

Out with all those old bad moods.

All they do is make me lose.

Out with hatred and jealousy.

I can make her fall for me.

It is time to do away with the grudges.

They cripple me up so that I need crutches.

Time to stop the inferior feelings.

They can leave my body tingling.

Time to make room for more love.

Think of the type sent from above.

Clean up my act inside and out.

No time to sit around and pout.

Be a complimentary gentleman.

Women are always mentally thin.

Be the best that I can be.

I’m not talking about the ARMY, you see.

After the cleaning, I’m ready for spring.

And all the loving it can bring.

My mind is open, my heart is to.

Now,—– all I need is you.

———————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)