Romance – Page 18 – Word Smith Wisdom

The Deception Of Rejection

The Deception Of Rejection

Life goes on despite the depravity.

At least, I live, though you left me.

There is a thin line between misery & insanity.

I am having trouble with each, to a degree.

I cannot eat. I have no motivation.

I just sit and stare, in contemplation.

Wondering where I could have gone wrong.

Why the change when he came along?

Blaming ones self is not the answer.

I thought I had a lasting romance here.

I was wrong and am suffering now.

I have to put it behind me somehow.

It is an uphill battle but, life must go on.

I can’t even tell right from wrong.

I am so depressed my system has stalled.

Like a pirate who has been keel hauled.

I space out to find an escape from it.

To other dimensions where I would fit.

Places where people really care.

I feel like I should stay there. I swear.

Coming back here is like entering hell.

Like being trapped in a deep dark well.

Friends come around and try to help.

If they only knew how bad I felt.

Maybe they would leave me alone.

Instead, they just make me groan.

I remember how it used to be.

Then, how it is now. I want to be free.

I can’t take much more of this.

I have to check out. Throw the switch.

Shut down this sick system for good.

Go where I can act like I should.

A place where all is love & happiness.

I’m talking about a place of eternal bliss.

Yes!! That’s the place for me.

I think I will remain there for eternity.

————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Better Incite Made It Right

Better Insight Made It Right

The other day I was feeling a little down.

I did a self examination with a frown.

I found traces of romance on my heart.

The emotional scars that tore us apart.

Doors in the brain marked DO NOT ENTER.

Memories of me asking my mentor.

He said life is a series of experiences.

That bring emotions & inferior fences.

Some are heartwarming and precious.

Others are so bad, they depress us.

Become aware of all your feelings.

What led up to her leaving?

Could that result be changed

if caught early enough to refrain?

Dig deeper yet & you may find

many things that affect your mind.

Doors marked DO NOT ENTER

should be avoided said my mentor.

So, deeper still I went into my mind.

It was frightening some of the time.

A lot of ups and downs I found.

It is amazing I am still around.

I did note I was fairly good

at learning from it all, when I should.

When I finally finished, I felt a lot better.

Then, the mail came & there was your letter.

It was not a Dear John note, thank God.

It was a makeup letter, not a fraud.

I was ready to start over again.

I called you immediately, with a grin.

We made our apologies & started over.

I have much more insight, this time over.

She had done some soul searching too.

The result is a much improved me & you.

—————————————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)

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)

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)

Love Never Grows Old

Love Never Grows Old

Tell me, are my eyes still blue?

My hair is gray, just like you.

Do my lips still taste the same?

Despite all the aches and pains,

I still love you like I always did.

I have loved you since we were kids.

My skin is dry and wrinkled.

I have problems when I tinkle.

Liver spots are now quite common.

My favorite food is now Top Ramon.

I have to take my time when I walk.

My legs look like 2 pieces of chalk.

Yet, my heart is still aflame.

Just the mention of your name

can get my heart to flutter.

You excite me like no other.

Many seasons have come and gone.

If I had known I’d live so long,

I would have kept in better shape.

That way, I could still have my cake.

But, never cake without the frosting.

I know how much it is costing.

For you are the frosting on my cake.

You have been since the very first date.

I have grown old but, I don’t feel blue.

Why?—– Because I still have you.

———————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

The Home Coming

The Home Coming

Coming back home, where the oak trees grow.

Where the foothills thrive & rivers flow.

Where the mountains start their upward climb.

Where I left that love of mine.

Look at the changes that have happened here.

The small town has grown more than I feared.

The old homestead is still standing.

Sometimes, it isn’t easy understanding

why I ever left this little bit of heaven.

I guess my bread needed more leaven.

I needed to rise to the occasion.

Which I did, without hesitation.

All of that is behind me now.

Time to hitch the horses & get behind the plow.

Time to make a life here again for me.

Time to see if my old love is still free.

She hadn’t heard yet I was back in town.

She was surprised when I came around.

She threw herself into my arms.

I was aware of all of her charms.

She told me she thought I had died.

I said “No, I am very much alive.”

I told her I was surprised she had waited for me.

She told me that wasn’t how it was, you see.

She had dated many men. But, no one filled the bill.

Only I could ever give her a thrill.

I said I felt the same about her.

No one could replace her. That’s for sure.

So, our romance, that had been put on hold

began again. Like a whirlwind, we rode.

It led to our marriage and a family.

We made a go of this farm & its shanty.

We have a beautiful spread we call home.

Three fine kids and a life they have grown

to love each and every day. In every way.

The time will come for them to go away.

Hopefully, like I did, they will return.

Heart in hand for the one they yearn.

May their desires turn out as well as mine.

But, that will all happen at another time.

————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

She Wasn’t My Type

She Wasn’t My Type

Her skin was alabaster & her eyes were blue.

She could win your heart by looking at you.

Her hair was long & blonde, like the sun.

You knew for sure that she would be more fun.

But, she wasn’t my type.

Friends asked me “What’s wrong with you?”

“She has really been looking at a few”

“You’re the one she has been looking at the most.”

“Yet, you ignore her like she was a ghost.”

But, she wasn’t my type.

She seemed as friendly as can be.

She even moseyed right up to me.

She had a great personality.

She was everything you could want her to be

But, she wasn’t my type.

She would laugh and joke and carry on.

She acted like this was where she belonged.

There were people enchanted by her.

She seemed an angel to them, for sure.

But, she wasn’t my type.

My best friend said “Tell me now.”

“She is not big, like a cow.”

“She has a body that won’t quit.”

“How can you turn down that trick?”

I said “She’s my sister.”

————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Picking Pine Nuts From The Cone

Picking Pine Nuts From The Cone

Life wasn’t what it seems.

She only came to me in dreams.

I wanted her with me & much more.

She could help me with my chores.

Picking pine nuts from the cone.

It’s much more than it’s been shown.

Picking pine nuts from the cone.

I saw her walking down the street.

She was tall and oh so sweet.

I didn’t even know her name.

Yet, I tried to play the game.

Picking pine nuts from the cone.

It’s much more than it’s been shown.

Picking pine nuts from the cone.

I said ‘Hi, remember me from?”

She looked at me like I was dumb.

I said “I can’t remember your name?”

“Don’t look at me. I’m not the blame”

“I think we got off on the wrong foot.”

‘What is it your getting off your gut?”

“I wanted to get to know you.”

“You could help me do what I do.”

“Picking pine nuts from the cone.”

“It’s much more than it’s been shown.”

“Picking pine nuts from the cone.”

“You’re a nut. Get away from me.”

“I would never want to see

me picking pine nuts from the cone.”

“So, go ahead, and run on home.”

Picking pine nuts from the cone.

It’s much more than it’s been shown.

Picking pine nuts from the cone.

——————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)