Free bird Poetry – Page 9 – Word Smith Wisdom

Breakfast Surprise

I took a walk just the other day.
I ended up at the Buttercup Café.
I walked in and took a seat.
I thought I would get something to eat.
Then I saw my son walk in.
He was with his wife and a friend.
I waved them over and they sat down.
We ordered coffee all around.
I asked what they were up to?
“Why, having breakfast with you.”
“No shit Sherlock” was all I said.
“Don’t let it go to your head.”
We ate, talked, laughed, and had fun.
Then paid our bill and were on the run.
I walked home and they did their thing.
What a pleasant day my walk did bring.

————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

A Bizarre Day

Playing with my dog on a sunny day.
Chasing what I threw as we went on our way.
Before long, we were in the woods.
He ran around investigating, like he should.
Before long, he brought back a backpack.
Now why in the world did he do that?
I told him to show me. He led the way.
This was becoming an interesting day.
In the bushes, something was hidden.
It was a dead body looking forbidden.
A male of high school age, it seemed.
I could see no injury. He was clean.
Yet someone must have hidden him there.
I got the feeling I should beware.
I quickly called the police on my phone.
Then, we waited there all alone.
Before long, a couple policemen arrived.
They checked the kid to see if he was alive.
He wasn’t, so they taped off the area.
He said: “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare ya.”
“Am I a suspect? My dog found the body.”
“No”, he said, then smiled kind of oddly.
“What killed him? Do you know?”
“That would be the corner’s show.”
“We’ll call forensics and the corner.”
“Once they are done, we might know for sure.”
They questioned me for a little while.
Took my address and said with a smile.
“You can go. Well call if we need you.”
I heard later that the body disappeared.
Now, let me tell you, that was weird.
He vanished while the cops were looking at him.
It was just like he had never been.
Twilight Zone type of stuff for sure.
So much for my walk with my cur.

—————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

That Morning Cup Of Coffee

A cup of coffee in the morning is great!!
I was half awake cause I stayed up late.
I poured the coffee and took a swig.
Burned my mouth doing that little gig.
Verbal vomit flew from my mouth.
Along with the coffee that I did spout.
Well,—- I am wide awake now!!
And mad enough to kick a cow.
As I nursed my swollen mouth,
I staggered over & sat on the couch.
Eventually, the coffee cooled down.
I started sipping it with a frown.
Why do we need this java every morning?
So we can burn ourselves without warning?
But, if careful, we can manage one cup.
To drag our tired ass out of the rut.
Coffee!! Nectar of the gods.
Bitter as hell, but against all odds,
It has become a popular drink.
Start your day feeling in the pink.
Is it the caffeine perking you up?
Is it the flavor, with creamer in your cup?
Whatever, it seems to be addictive.
Healthy effects are also predicted.
Despite the burned mouth, it is a plus.
The favorite drink for most of us.

——————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Improbable History

“In 1492, something sailed the ocean blue.”
“I am wondering about it, just like you.”
“I’ve heard rumors. They are in my head.”
“It all happened, just like they said.”
“But, what the hell happened,” I asked.
As I sat there scratching my ass.
“Didn’t you pay attention in school?”
“Of course I did, you dorky fool!”
“Well, this was taught in history class.”
“Sorry.—– That was one I didn’t pass.”
“That is easy enough to tell.”
“Would you like a one way ticket to hell?”
“Don’t get in an uproar, it’s time to learn.”
“The answer to this riddle we will confirm.”
“Columbus sailed the ocean blue.”
“It happened way back in 1492.”
“Who gives a hoot about way back then?”
“Did he set a speed record, or smuggle gin?”
“NO. He discovered America.”
“The New World; and met native Americans.”
“Well, blow me down. No wonder I failed.”
“I probably slept through such a boring tale.”
“The queen hocked her jewels to pay for his trip.”
“What? He hocked stolen jewels to make that trip?”
“No wonder he wanted to get away as far as possible.”
“Now you’re making a mockery of history. Not plausible.”
“I’m just telling it in laymen’s words.”
“You’ve earned another ‘F’. It’s for the birds.”
“Teaching you history is an impossible job.”
“You are one person who is very odd.”
“Speak for yourself. One of worthless knowledge.”
“To learn the truth, I will have to go to college.”

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

Soul Searching

You are always going from town to town.
One job to another. Whatever you found.
No permanent roots. It was not your thing.
You were not really into anything.

Just not ready yet to settle down.
You still kept one foot on the ground.
Paycheck to paycheck was your thing.
You weren’t looking for a wedding ring.

Oh,—Have you wondered about it at all?
Are you worried about a fall?
Those odd feelings that you sometimes get.
Those feelings that you cannot forget.
Are they almost like a pain to you?
Yet, there is never any follow through.

You decided to make a different fate.
So, you moved to a different state.
Different people, different jobs.
Yet, you were still feeling odd.

You’re like someone waiting for a call.
But, there is nothing out there at all.
You’re inner self has needs to fulfill.
Yet, you have resisted it with your will.

Could that feeling be loneliness?
No close relations can lead to this.
Do you feel that something is missing?
Is there anything that feels uplifting?

Do you ever feel incomplete?
Are you searching for a special treat?
Do you think you can bring it around?
By continuing to roam from town to town?

Oh,—Have you wondered about it all?
Are you worried about a fall?
Those odd feelings that you sometimes get.
Those feelings that you cannot forget.
Are they almost like a pain to you?
Yet, there is never any follow through.

——————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Well Worth It

She loved deep and she loved strong.
Not many like her ever come along.
The perfect girl anyone could have.
Why did she end up with such a cad?
Many would want her as their girl.
So sweet & loving.— Such a thrill.
Then someone like him ruined her.
He treated her badly. Such a cur.
I would of treated her like a queen.
She would never worry in between.
I would always be faithful and true.
Surely, my mama didn’t raise no fool.
She was too trusting till she met him.
Oh, what a predicament he put her in.
She came out crushed & scared for life.
She would have made the perfect wife.
Curse this beast and all he’s done.
She may never be able to have fun.
She will always be untrusting of men.
He’s to blame for the pickle were in.
It will take a lifetime of loving work.
A job I would take on, and not shirk.
To save one as precious as her,
anything is worth it. That’s for sure.

————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Always A Storm

Our love can no longer remain.
That is because you have broken the chain.
The chain of love that bound us together.
So strong, it would survive any weather.

I struggled to find the reason for this.
What caused our love to go amiss?
Since, I have been feeling so forlorn.
I have found I am always a storm.

Strong emotions of hurricane strength.
Always in a stir over whatever you think.
It would take a lot to settle me down.
I could only do it if you were around.

But, this was taking its toll on you.
It took all you had just to get through.
It all finally came to the breaking point.
Nothing helped, not even a joint.

The chain of love was finally broken.
I could use the pieces as a token.
All I can do now is to mourn.
And remember, I am always a storm.

——————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Lily Pad Power

We were down fishing in the pond one day.
Dozens of lily pads were getting in our way.
We decided to clean the pond of them.
It was long hard work. Why pretend.
We left them all on the bank to dry.
Several days later, we looked up in the sky.
We saw a UFO hovering over the pond.
A blue light was waving like a wand.
It was shining on the shore and the lily pads.
Finally, it took off and we were glad.
We approached the pond and looked down.
The lily pads were all dried up on the ground.
We picked one up and it smelled like hemp.
We picked them all up to take as we went.
We decided to crush some up and smoke it.
We thought we were showing some real wit.
A couple of puffs and we were stoned.
Wow!! What a rush, we groaned.
Next, we noticed the super powers. How rad.
We had all the powers Superman had.
Any super power we could think of.
We could do it. We had found our love.
Then, the powers began to fade.
We puffed more lily pads that we craved.
We found that we had to smoke first to fly.
To do anything else that we could try.
Then, we thought about our limited supply.
Once it was gone, we would no longer fly.
The UFO light is what changed the pads.
It was gone now. It was very sad.
We decided we would only smoke it in an emergency.
When our super powers would be needed, see.
We could never tell anyone of this.
We could never let anyone know the risk.
Our identities would remain top secret.
Lily pad power would be our secret.

———————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Unanswered Questions

All my life, through its ups and downs,
with everything that’s come around.
I have always asked and complained.
Whatever happened to Baby Jane?
Also, who killed Roger Rabbit?
Seems it is becoming a habit.
Does Ronald McDonald have this?
Do sesame seeds on his buns exist?
By buns,—– I mean his buttocks.
Remember, this is not a ‘knock knock.’
Does Peter Pan really fly?
Do birds drop white wash in your eye?
What kind of music does a rubber band play?
Does any worm get up early each day?
Can a cow jump over the moon?
Can you spend 80 days in a balloon?
Can Beethoven roll over in his grave?
Can a barrel of monkeys behave?
When does one and one make three?
It is when a family starts, you see.
Is tip towing through the tulips the answer?
How come Santa named a reindeer Prancer?
Why is it only The Shadow knows?
Why do we kiss under mistletoe?
What does kemosabe really mean?
How are cupcakes filled with cream?
The list goes on without an end.
I won’t bore you with it, friend.
Make your own list when you have time.
I’ll bet yours is longer than mine.

—————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

What The Heart Takes

Only love can break a heart,
Only love can mend it again.
Once the heart is torn apart.
Love can cause it to mend.

But, there will still be scars.
And a fragile emotional state.
The fragile emotional heart,
prevents love from being great.

This fate has been overcome.
It takes work from both parties.
It can’t be done by only one.
But, once achieved, the heart is free.

What is achieved is called trust.
Destroyed when the heart broke.
Without it a relationship is only lust.
With it, you are one lucky bloke.

Trust is the keystone of love that lasts.
Love will bloom, but not without it.
With it, your love life will be a blast.
It will become the best you can get.

So, I pray you never get a broken heart.
Never have to go through that heartache.
If you do, here’s how to make a new start.
Trust. It’s the key. It’s what the heart takes.

——————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)