Free bird Poetry – Page 8 – Word Smith Wisdom

Water Aerobics For You

Whip into shape. Get your mojo moving.
Start feeling like you are really grooving.
If aerobics is not your thing.
Try water aerobics. It has a better ring!
A real workout for about an hour.
Afterwards, you can take a shower.
Get that chlorine off your body.
You might take it up as a hobby.
Or, possibly a regular routine.
Either one would be real keen.
You will feel so much better.
Get those moves down to the letter.
Loosen up all those stiff joints.
Stretch those muscles, ligaments. Get the point!
Be able to move freely again.
Maybe take a walk with a friend.
Get them to go to water aerobics too.
You’ll have someone to work out with you.
It is never too late to get in shape.
Slowly, you’ll get rid of that extra weight.
No more “Fat”, when you come in a room.
Others will want to join you soon.
So, find a place that has a pool.
Maybe a nice Jaccuzzi too.
Make sure they have a water aerobics class.
Then, begin ‘shaping up’, don’t be rash.
In the end, it will benefit you.
It is also fun. Time to go get a clue.

———————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Play Day At The Park

The time of day said it’s time to play.
I am hoping all will go okay.
She will be in the park about now.
I have to try to meet her somehow.
You would think I would come up with a plan.
Nothing seemed right, but I must be the man.
I said: “Hi, haven’t I seen you here before?”
“Probably. I come here often to explore.”
“I know this park like the back of my hand.”
“I would be happy to help you, if I can.”
“My name is Bob. What is yours?”
“Mine is Phenelope. Penny for short.”
“I like that. It sounds high fashion.”
“You can go to the head of the class then.”
She smiled when I laughed at that.
She said: “I hope I don’t smell a rat.”
‘What do you mean by that?”
“If you’re up to no good, you’ll get zapped.”
“I have pepper spray here in my purse.”
“God sakes, no!! Don’t make me curse.”
“I can’t be taking chances these days.”
“I know what you mean. I am Amazed.”
“Amazed about what, may I ask.”
“That you didn’t think I was making a pass.”
“What? You were making a pass?”
“I won’t admit it now, my dear lass.”
They both laughed about that.
They spent the afternoon exploring the paths.
They talked and got better acquainted.
He felt like he had been anointed.
Covered by her sweet tenderness.
She relaxed. Nothing seemed to be amiss.
They made a date to meet again the next day.
He felt something good was coming his way.

————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Time To Vote

It is almost time to vote.
Is it legit, or all a hoax?
Is it pre determined who will win?
If that’s true, it’s a major sin.
Some say life is pre determined.
Is that what Waldo said to Sherman?
If it is all planned, nothing matters.
All my hopes will surely be shattered.
I can’t trust a voting machine.
Electronic voting is a scam, it seems.
Mail in your ballot and pray for the best.
Put all your paranoid fears to rest.
The results won’t always be what you want.
In fact, the results could leave you a little gaunt.
Whatever the results, let it be said.
You did your patriotic duty before bed.
Trust in God for how all will unfold.
For He is the one in ultimate control.

————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Creepy Clown Halloween

One evening I was looking for some food.
I had a drink of wine to soften the mood.
The wife was gone and I was settling down.
When I looked up and saw a scary clown.
He was standing outside on the porch.
His eyes were glowing like a torch.
He scared the holy hell out of me.
Then, he waved, while looking at me.
I grabbed a bat and opened the door.
“Trick or treat.” His bag was on the floor.
It was Halloween. I had forgotten.
Something in my pants smelled rotten.
My wife left a bowl of candy nearby.
I gave him a handful and said goodbye.
Soon, more kids were showing up.
I gave out candy like in a rut.
Then, it was quiet for awhile.
I looked out the window with a smile.
Then, I saw the scary clown again.
He was across the street, looking grim.
He was staring at my house.
He wasn’t a kid. The rotten louse.
I wondered what he was up to.
Some kids came by and he yelled ‘Boo.”
The kids took off running like hell.
The clown was laughing, I could tell.
Then he turned and stared some more.
I decided to lock the door.
2 hours later, he was still there.
I got my gun. He had better beware.
He watched me and I watched him.
There was no way that he would win.
Then, at midnight, he just vanished.
I was so shocked, I cussed in Spanish.
Was this a creepy clown joke pulled on me?
My neighbor came over and said “Did you see?”
I said yes, and I didn’t understand it.
He looked at me and said “No shit!”
Next Halloween, I will watch for that clown.
If I see him, I will tie him down.
I will not be scared like that anymore.
No clowns will be knocking at my door.

————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Missing Friends

I have people I know in other states.
To visit, maybe I should hop a freight.
Otherwise, it is doubtful I will see them.
Some are relatives, besides being friends.
The social network allows us to talk.
Without having to put myself in hock.
I know some who used to live here.
Till they got out of Dodge. That was clear.
It seems, for one reason or another.
We’re no longer living close to each other.
Well, isn’t that how they say it goes.
Some leave. Others come. Who knows?
Yet,. I miss those who are no longer near.
I think of them when I tip back a beer.
Because they are in there, just out of sight.
Memories of them remain through the night.
In the morning, I long for more.
Even if they are on a foreign shore.
So I scrimp and save and keep the dime.
Hoping that I will find the time.
To go and visit all of them.
And start the memories all over again.

——————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

A Nanobot World

Something new is coming down the line.
Nanobots that can control your mind.
Once they are put inside of you,
there will be nothing that you can do.
No matter what you do or where you go.
Someone else will be running your show.
The injection method is rather easy.
Let’s say a flu shot. Easy peasy.
Maybe an antibiotic shot when you are ill.
You will get better, but lose your will.
Control words will be built in.
When heard, you will be at their whim.
What a way to build a new society.
This would, supposedly, relieve all anxiety.
All are programmed to live in peace.
You do as told without any relief.
A society of organic robitoids.
All dangers you will be told to avoid.
This will lead to a paradise only dreamed of.
But, it won’t be one sent from heaven above.
It will fail for obvious reasons.
No one is a man of all seasons.
Total power only corrupts.
Those in control will bring on disrupts.
Society will be wiped out again.
Ruined before it can even begin.
It is man’s destiny to mess it up.
The sin factor will make it corrupt.
There is only one way to a perfect earth.
Through the Creator, for what it’s worth.

———————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Digital Socialism

I don’t know how it came to be.
It just sort of snuck up on me.
This new way of doing business.
This Social Credit they insist.
A digital dictatorship for sure.
It just came on like a blur.
They control all I say and do.
I’m sure it’s also true for you.
If you mind your P’s and Q’s.
You’ll be o.k. in your shoes.
But, slip up just one little bit.
Then, you’ll be in deep shit.
Grow prosperous and feel free.
But, play by their rules, you see.
Have you read the book 1984?
Is it knocking at our door?
Open your eyes & look around.
Can’t you see what’s coming down?.
Yes, in this digital, A I age we are in.
It could happen anywhere. Let it begin.

————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Who Wrote Those Fairy Tales?

Have you ever wondered where fairy tales came from?
What twisted mind would put a kid on a bun?
Why did the witch have a ginger bread house?
Then want to eat kids? Better to eat a mouse.
That’s just one fairy tale that is pretty gruesome.
Red Riding Hood trembled till the ax man grew some.
Her grandmother wasn’t so lucky.
The wolf should have been full. That’s no plucky.
You’ve heard the fairy tales same as me.
Most are as gruesome as can be.
Not recommended reading by today’s standards.
I wonder if, when written, they raised any banners?
Maybe there’s a certain amount of truth in every one.
If so, just take a look at where we’ve come from.
No wonder things are so gruesome today.
History repeats itself, or so they say.
There is some sick stuff mentioned in fairy tales.
Whoever recommended it for kids should be in jail.
That’s my 2 cents on fairy tales.
Now, back to my horror movie. The modern fairy tale.

————————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Remeniscing Again

Reminiscing Again

Here I go one more time again.
Thinking about way back when.
No need then to lock your doors.
No rioting or any nasty hoards.
A time to walk in moonlight.
Enjoying the quiet of the night.
No fear of being attacked.
No problem with being hacked.
Cell phones weren’t invented yet.
Letter writing was a big outlet.
Playing outside was a way of life.
No one threatened you with a knife.
People were honest. Robbery was low.
People felt safe where ever they would go.
On Sabbath, church was the place to be.
Families were strong and you felt free.
There were bullies, but not like now.
We did farm work and milked the cow.
Kids had great imaginations back then.
Entertaining each other with games of whim.
Nighttime brought us restful sleep.
No nightmares about nightly news repeats.
Security is an important word.
A wonderful feeling that’s not absurd.
We felt secure back in those days.
Back when things were simpler ways.
Not all changes since then have been good.
I would go back to the old days, if I could.
But, just remembering brings peace of mind.
Back when the world once knew a better time.

————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Waiting For God

Deep, deep in the woods was a cabin.
Someone was yelling, like a mad hen.
The wife of the woodsman wanted out.
She was sick of the isolation and trout.
Occasionally, they would have deer.
There was plenty of homemade beer.
They made their living off the land.
They were totally off the grid of man.
Everything they had, they made themselves.
Nothing was made by any Keebler elves.
They had two kids who were home schooled.
They were smart enough to never be fooled.
The daughter never had suitors come around.
Clifton Clower’s daughter would be easier found.
The son never dated nor saw a female.
Though he knew about them in every detail.
The mom was yelling that it was time to go.
The children needed others to be in the know.
They had strong religious beliefs about the end.
For these reasons the husband would not bend.
He believed in keeping away from the worldly sins.
A time of trouble like no other is ready to begin.
We must trust one hundred percent on the Lord.
We could yet be attacked by ugly hoards.
Once it is over and the day of the Lord has come.
We will be with Jesus. We won’t be the only ones.
So, they settled down for their evening meal.
Each person prayed and told how they feel.
They asked forgiveness for any sin.
One day closer to a world without end.

——————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)