Free bird Poetry – Page 7 – Word Smith Wisdom

Footprints In The Sand

See the footprints in the sand.
Here is something I don’t understand.
The footprints head way out there.
Then, they end up going nowhere?
They just suddenly disappear.
To me that seems really queer.
Were they abducted by a UFO?
The prints go nowhere with nowhere to go.
Did the sand open up and swallow them up?
Did they step through a portal or fall in a rut?
For some reason they just disappear.
Why would these tracks end right here?
There is nothing around from what I can see.
This is truly a mystery to me.
Was he like Elijah or Enoch, caught up to heaven?
Maybe he became some alien’s leaven?
There are no tracks to show a thing.
No sign of a scuffle or anything.
Did he step into another dimension?
If so, I had better pay attention.
I don’t want to fall down the some rabbit hole.
Where Alice in Wonderland wouldn’t go.
Simply gone, like so many other people & things.
Life is not so simple as it seems.
All I can say is: Keep picking them up & laying them down.
Keep making tracks all around.
Then, by chance, if you should disappear.
Leave tracks that are very clear.
Maybe then, you might be found.
Not like these footprints, where ever they are bound.

——————————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

The Past, Present, And Future

The way it was, I can clearly see.
Not so, the way it supposed to be.
The past is just a good bye.
The present is the reason why.
The future is yet for us to see.
Would you like to spend it with me?
They say we can learn from the past.
According to the present, that didn’t last.
The future, they say, we can make our own.
It will go smoother if we make a home.
It is only the future for which I can plan.
I want you with me, if I possibly can.
You are with me in my scheme of things.
I hope you really know what that means.
A day will come when I will look back.
I’ll say: “I arrived here because I did all that.”
With the proper foundation our love will stand.
We don’t want to build on a foundation of sand.
We want something that Is going to last.
So we will be content when our future is our past.

——————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

A Secret Project Is Coming

A secret project has been underway.
It is about to be unveiled any day.
A shroud, or so to speak, will fall.
It will make us invisible to all.
It could be made to cover the entire U.S.
Or, only a small town. Take a guess.
All within it would step out of time.
All within would not age, which is fine.
Time will seem to pass normally within.
Outside, the same time period will be ages to them.
All within the shroud will cease to exist.
Those outside will not be able to get a fix.
Because, inside, they have been shifted in time.
They are in a world of their own all of the time.
This will lead to a perfect society within.
It will be a Shangri-La to all inside then.
At least, that is how the theory goes.
The truth is that no one really knows.
But, it is not hard to figure this won’t be true.
To think all can be of one accord is a fool.
When the shroud finally comes down.
If there is other people around?
They won’t believe how the people behave.
It is possible they would all be depraved.
A bunch of raving lunatics.
Now, you may not agree with this.
But, I don’t believe man can live in this situation.
It would not be like living on a plantation.
Man is man, and man he will be.
He will be what he wants to be, you see.
If this ever happens, don’t think it is great.
Man is best not to try to control his fate.

—————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

The Little Knight Faces Civil Unrest

The little knight was having a bad day.
The kingdom wasn’t the same old way.
There was talk of rebellion against the king.
Many people were going to the extreme.
The civil unrest was totally uncalled for.
The country was not even in a war.
The king was calling his knights together.
The little knight knew this wasn’t for the better.
He would give his life to defend the kingdom.
But, fight citizens?—– He might wing one.
It was his sworn duty to obey the king.
No matter what the results may bring.
He did not want to see the king dethroned.
But then, he didn’t want citizens stoned.
He was stuck between a rock and a hard place.
He hoped he wouldn’t have to use his mace.
Thousands of knights were there, he found.
The king said “shit”, and 10,000 iron pants hit the ground.
“Get those pants up and listen to me.”
“Our citizen’s are yelling they want to be free.”
“For some reason, they don’t want a monarchy.”
“They want to have a say in how things are done.”
“Many of them are no better than scum”
“Obviously, some changes need to be made.”
“Martial law is a good card to be played.”
The little knight didn’t know what to do.
He was against this and he was no fool.
The little knight has always come out on top.
But, he has never been put in this kind of a spot.
At risk of being arrested, he was about to speak up.

When he suddenly was awakened by his pup.
He was in bed with the TV playing.
The news was on and it was saying.
‘Civil unrest throughout the country.’
While showing pictures it went on to say plenty.
The little knight got up and turned it off.
He took a swig of hard liquor and coughed.
He had been dreaming about civil unrest.
Seems things were putting him to the test.
The little knight wasn’t sure what to do.
Except to vote. He knew for sure he had to.

—————————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

First Anarchy, Then God

Many factions, all expressing dissatisfaction.
Getting to the real truth is like an extraction.
The confusion is great. The suffering more.
Who is that knocking at my door?
Vote for this. No, vote for that.
Somewhere here I smell a rat.
All news media is controlled.
Does this mean the truth is never told?
People rioting and fighting for what?
When questioned all is vague except the ‘but—‘.
No one has the real answer here.
It is one big SNAFU. That much is clear.
There seems to be only one who is really in control.
That would be God, the one who is truly in the know.
It sounds to me like we are headed for trouble.
The big time of trouble. I hate to burst your bubble.
But, it was predicted in the Holy Bible long ago.
This whole mess is not a new show.
Time to get your spiritual life in order.
Don’t let Satan give you orders.
It seems first anarchy, then God.
That may sound a little odd.
But, a time of trouble like there’s never been,
should be a sign to put away all sin.
It is a simple choice for one to make.
Just surrender yourself, there’s nothing to take.

——————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

On The Line

I am hooked and can’t get off the line.
You can reel me in at any time.
You don’t know you’ve caught such a prize.
I just wish I could see it in your eyes.
It wasn’t hard for you to do.
You had everything going for you.
I don’t know if it’s the clothes you wear.
Or, maybe the way you comb your hair.
Whatever it is, I’m on the line to stay.
I wouldn’t want it any other way.
I wish that line worked both ways.
I would reel you in to stay.
I act out at a party when you are there.
You don’t look or laugh. You just don’t care.
I have to put on a new disguise.
Being the class clown is not very wise.
There has to be a way to get to you.
There is so much you and I can do.
True love waits, but my patience is thin.
I have a goal. It’s you to win.
Win your heart and your love too.
Is that too much to ask of you?
I can always try some poetry.
Suggesting for you to go to me.
So I can smother you with love and kisses.
Or, would that be too much for the misses?
This is much more than an infatuation.
I am dying here of anticipation.
Loving someone who doesn’t know.
Can steal away your very soul.
I am on the line and I don’t want off.
Until your heart starts to get soft.
Eventually, things may go my way.
Until then, I will continue to pray.

—————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

A Long Time Coming

You sit there all alone with no friends.
Who knew it would be like this in the end.
You had plenty of friends back in the day.
Back in high school. Those were the days.
One of the most popular kids in school.
No one took you to be a fool.
Since then, they have all moved away.
Or, got married and went their own way.
Like the old country western news.
Good time Charlie has got the blues.
But, you are not alone in your druthers.
I can tell you now, there is another.
Someone who had a crush on you.
Back when you were both in high school.
But, to you he was just a friend at best.
As for him liking you, you wouldn’t have guessed.
Don’t be surprised when I say,
he still admires you to this very day.
His crush is as strong as it ever was.
But, he was afraid to act on it because
he thought of you as above his level.
Being in this position is really the devil.
If you are tired of being lonely and blue.
Look him up. Just say: “It’s you.”
That will send him into a tail spin.
But, you can save him with a grin.
Pick a place and a time to meet.
For old time’s sake. It will be a treat.
You will be treated with such tenderness.
He is well practiced at this quest.
He has dreamed of nothing else since high school.
He would never make a fool out of you.
Sincerity, sweetness, loving all the way.
Something you’ve dreamed of since those days.
This won’t be a fantasy high school Romeo.
This will be mature full blown love. Hello.
Are you finally ready to be swept off your feet?
I think it is time for you and I to meet.

——————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

The Beginning Of Commerce

Two cavemen were shuffling along.
One was bigger and he was strong.
The smaller one was the smarter.
But, being small made things harder.
A huge beast was heading their way.
There was no time to get away.
The smaller one grabbed a stick.
A long, heavy one would do the trick.
He grunted for the other to help.
They leveraged a rock, big enough he felt.
The bolder rolled down the hill.
It hit the beast and they had a kill.
The bigger one grunted and patted his back.
The smaller one indicated the sacks.
They cut the beast into chunks.
They put the meat in the sacks in lumps.
The big one grabbed two sacks with ease.
The smaller could only manage one with a heave.
They made it back to their cave.
Meat for dinner, they did crave.
The big one pointed, shoulders sore.
The little one was tired to the core.
Then, the little one sat blinking.
That usually meant he was thinking.
Soon he drew a picture on the wall.
A way to make it easier to haul.
He drew a crude wheel barrow.
Drew it rolling down the straight and narrow.
He drew the big one lifting one end.
Moving a big load for his friend.
Then, the big one understood.
Then, they built it, like they should.
Once done, they moved a load of rocks.
It was much easier than toting blocks.
Beasts were killed and brought home with ease.
Other cavemen could hardly believe.
Soon, they were building them for others.
Others gave them meat for their druthers.
They did not have to hunt anymore.
Meat and veggies were brought right to their door.
So began the American way.
And it is still being done today.

——————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

The Caravan Is On Its Way

A large caravan is headed this way.
They are coming to the US to stay.
Tighten your belts, it will cost us all.
I feel like Rome before the fall.
This will run up the national debt.
Plus, we have to hear them vet.
Trump can’t build a wall in time.
The military activated will be a sign.
Hold the hoard at the border.
Establish some law and order.
Half the country says go for the gold.
The other half says: How can you be so bold.
Our country was built by aliens.
People from other countries saying,
this country is our new home.
We will defend it to the bone.
They came here the legal way.
Why? Because they intended to stay.
The caravan is only running away.
Looking for a handout from day to day.
To them, this is the land of plenty.
They want their share, be it jobs or money.
Some will be willing to work.
Others will expect welfare. What a quirk.
Some will become gangsters, to put it mild.
It won’t take much to get them riled.
They should come here in the legal way.
Become citizens, pay taxes, then they can stay.
Anything less is an insult to our founding fathers.
Not to mention our ancestors from afar.
It is a hell of a position to be in.
To be the one to cut and trim.
But, I fear, it must be done.
Hopefully, I am not the only one.

—————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Get To The Point (a politician’s game)

It’s time to talk about something serious.
Let’s no longer make it mysterious.
Time to get down to the nitty gritty.
Procrastination is a real pity.
No more avoiding this touchy subject.
No more acting like we are above it.
This could involve everyone.
Not just a few on the run.
This should’ve been explored years ago.
Even the news has let it go.
How much longer can this go on,
before we become a society that’s strong?
Instead, we play the game of avoidance.
It has become a real annoyance.
I really feel the time is here.
Time to make our feelings clear.
I know you’ve wondered about it yourself.
Time for coming down off the shelf.
Let’s not worry about being politically correct.
It’s time to chop this subject right in the neck.
The politicians are playing a special game.
None of them want to take the blame.
No more beating around the bush.
If you agree, then get off your tush.

———————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)