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‘Don Juan’ Bites The Dust

‘Don Juan’ Bites The Dust!!

“I never thought I would see the day.”

“I have never seen him act this way.”

“But, it is true” I began to moan.

“He is going home alone.”

This has never happened before.

He has always been able to score.

Was it something that he said?

Or maybe, something that she said.

He has never turned up empty handed.

Don’t say anything, or he will get branded.

They will start calling him a loser.

It might drive him to become a boozer.

I caught up with him & asked, “well?”

He said ”Someday I will marry that girl.”

He walked off & went on his way.

Left me there with nothing to say.

I don’t know what happened between the 2 of them.

I doubted it would ever happen again.

It was a different results to trust.

Our ‘Don Juan” hero has bit the dust.

I didn’t even know the girl’s name.

I guess the results would be the same.

‘Don Juan’ was, apparently, smitten by her.

It was the first time, that’s for sure.

Exactly where it goes from here

is up to them, that much is clear.

I think a legend has passed into history.

He met his match, now, he no longer wants to be free.

————————————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Frustrated Love

Frustrated Love

There you go again.

How can I ever win?

You get upset about the smallest things.

You don’t understand what it means.

Is it all men or is it just me?

You can’t seem to comprehend, see.

Anything I say you take the wrong way.

The same thing happens every day.

If I try to say a romantic thing,

You suspect I’m having a fling.

I say the words are meant for you.

You think I am treating you like a fool.

Sweet nothings won’t fly.

I won’t even give them a try.

You will fly into a rage.

Ask me if I’m engaged.

Nothing could ever apply to you.

You will not be made the fool.

I decided to write you a letter.

I couldn’t think of anything better.

When the time was right, I gave it to you.

You said “Who is this letter to?”

Your name was right at the top.

You thought that was an afterthought.

“Why would you write a letter to me?”

“You see me every day, don’t you see.”

I tried again to say what I felt.

You wouldn’t accept it, though I knelt.

Anything sweet could never be about you.

You demanded to know what I was up to.

Sweet nothings won’t fly.

I won’t even give them a try.

You will fly into a rage.

Ask me if I’m engaged.

Nothing could ever apply to you.

You will not be made a fool.

I asked you why I can’t say sweet

things about you? “I am not a cheat.”

“How come you never do then?”

I almost did a double back flip again.

“Something here just isn’t right.”

She said “Are you trying to start a fight?”

“No, I just want a normal girl.”

‘What? Don’t I give you a thrill?”

I was to dumbfounded to reply.

She said “You are the apple of my eye.”

“And you’re sweet as honey, Bunny.”

“Who is Bunny?”———Aarrrgh!!!—————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

I’m Caught In A Trap

I’m caught in a trap

I’ve never met anyone so opposite of me.

No matter what, you always disagree.

We met through mutual friends.

That’s how a thing like this begins.

Somehow, we end up being together.

If I say it’s canvas, you say it’s leather.

If I say it’s black, you don’t say it’s white.

You say ”It’s blue, so don’t get uptight.”

I hope I don’t fall in love with you.

If so, I won’t know what to do?

They say opposites attract.

I am praying that’s not a fact.

If I fall in love with you

I can only end up being a fool.

How could anything be so cruel?

I just don’t know what to do.

I tried to arrange things to be safe.

That night came & things didn’t wait.

One person was sick with the flu.

So I ended up, again, with you.

No matter how I try we can’t stay apart.

It’s really starting to affect my heart.

It starts beating faster when I see you.

Due to inner stress, or something new?

I hope I don’t fall in love with you.

If so, I won’t know what to do?

They say opposites attract.

I am praying that’s not a fact.

If I fall in love with you

I can only end up being a fool.

How can anything be so cruel?

I just don’t know what to do.

I have to break the loop. This can’t go on.

I am in a tither from dusk till dawn.

We will never be lovers, please take the cue.

Quit acting like you haven’t the slightest clue.

Things got turned around & here we are again.

“We see you two together a lot” friends said with a grin.

“There may be something happening here.”

That’s it. I’m done. Give me another beer.

—————————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Someone Like You

Someone like you.

Someone like you.

Perfect in every way.

Everything that you do.

Makes you better every day.

Someone like me.

Loves the darkness & the night.

Everything that I see

makes me stay out of the light.

Then came the day.

Our paths crossed briefly.

Why you weren’t repelled, I couldn’t say.

I was shocked, completely.

I stay to myself.

I only go out at night.

I have very little wealth.

Crowds make me uptight.

Someone like you.

Stands out in a crowd.

People stick like glue.

Being near you makes them proud.

I am average in every way.

There is nothing worth a second look.

People see me & have little to say.

Some even worry I may be a crook.

You made my day.

When you asked for my help.

O.k. was all I could say.

When you asked as you knelt.

I would carry your luggage well.

I could see it was heavy for you.

Just a couple of blocks to the hotel.

You would be so thankful if I do.

You offered to pay me.

I said no, it was an honor.

A real gentleman, I see.

My face was red as I floundered.

Are you blushing she smiled.

Sorry, I am usually called worse.

For heaven’s sake, why? Was she in denial?

I am shy & a loner, a real curse.

You seem really special to me.

What?? Why would you say that.

You seem kind, courteous, and free.

Free? You mean not like a rat in a trap?

She laughed at that. It was beautiful.

It sounded like rain dripping on a rainbow.

Such a beautiful laugh I said without ridicule.

Why thank you, she smiled. Her voice remained low.

She asked my name & told me hers.

The angels must have named you.

Why is that? she referred.

A beautiful name to match your looks, as they do.

She turned red now, to my surprise.

Are you blushing I asked?

I guess I am . your compliments are not disguised.

How could they be?, you are a super catch.

She grabbed my arm then and held on tight.

We walked to the hotel talking in whispers.

She said she would like diner with me tonight.

I stammered yes & could hardly control my jitters.

Someone like you.

Has made a totally different me.

I am in heaven with all I do.

For she has set me free.

My life will never be the same.

She saw in me something I never knew was there.

Yet, she agreed to take my last name.

The rest is written in the stars somewhere.——–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Almost Late For A Date

Almost Late For A Date

Like a sack of potatoes lying in the sun.

I am soaking up rays, just having fun.

I am building up my vitamin D.

Not a single fear of skin cancer, you see.

I awake with a start & look around.

All is dark. The sun has gone down.

What is that in the shadows I see?

Is my mind is playing tricks on me?

It looks like a ghost, but it’s not moving.

Then, it starts dancing, really grooving.

It’s hopping and bopping and getting it on.

Now it’s doing the ‘robot’ on the lawn.

It starts to ‘moon walk’ as my eyes adjust.

Then I can see clearer. What the heck??

It is my girlfriend who is the groovy ghost.

She is, by far, the ghost with the most.

“Hey!!” “ What are you doing here?”

“You’re late for our date” she sneered.

“What? What time is it? I fell asleep.”

“It is obvious you were counting sheep.”

“I thought you were a ghost. I was losing it.”

She said, “Oh, be real and use your wit”

“Let me shower, shit, shine, and shave.”

She said, “Hurry it up or we will be late.”

I spiffed up and in a bit, off we went.

We had plans. I will give you a hint.

It has a slot—- and it goes like hell.

Does “Slot Car Races” ring a bell?

She had her car and I had mine.

Mine was faster. I beat her every time.

Yet, she still liked the excitement.

The race was on without any enticement.

She kicked butt on all the female racers.

Most guys only saw a trace of her.

I barely squeezed past on the last turn.

She said, ”That’s o.k. I have a lot to learn.”

A fun night for us overall.

I would call the night a draw.

We made an ice cream stop after that.

Then headed home in nothing flat.

“Why are you speeding?” she asked.

I said “Oops, my foot stuck on the gas.”

Once home, we cuddled for awhile.

Then, she said goodnight with a smile.

What a good day it turned out to be.

I think tomorrow I will see.

Start with a nap in the sun.

Then, later on, I will have more fun.—————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

I’m Caught In A Trap

I’m caught in a trap

I’ve never met anyone so opposite of me.

No matter what, you always disagree.

We met through mutual friends.

That’s how a thing like this begins.

Somehow, we end up being together.

If I say it’s canvas, you say it’s leather.

If I say it’s black, you don’t say it’s white.

You say ”It’s blue, so don’t get uptight.”

I hope I don’t fall in love with you.

If so, I won’t know what to do?

They say opposites attract.

I am praying that’s not a fact.

If I fall in love with you

I can only end up being a fool.

How could anything be so cruel?

I just don’t know what to do.

I tried to arrange things to be safe.

That night came & things didn’t wait.

One person was sick with the flu.

So I ended up, again, with you.

No matter how I try we can’t stay apart.

It’s really starting to affect my heart.

It starts beating faster when I see you.

Due to inner stress, or something new?

I hope I don’t fall in love with you.

If so, I won’t know what to do?

They say opposites attract.

I am praying that’s not a fact.

If I fall in love with you

I can only end up being a fool.

How can anything be so cruel?

I just don’t know what to do.

I have to break the loop. This can’t go on.

I am in a tither from dusk till dawn.

We will never be lovers, please take the queue.

Quit acting like you haven’t the slightest clue.

Things got turned around & here we are again.

“We see you two together a lot” friends said with a grin.

“There may be something happening here.”

That’s it. I’m done. Give me another beer.———-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

So Wrong, Yet Felt So Right

So Wrong, Yet Felt So Right.

Knowing that it is true

doesn’t always make it right.

That night I was close to you.

I was holding you real tight.

It was a night I will never forget.

I keep flashing back to that time.

It was too frightening —–I regret.

Yet, I knew, for awhile, you were mine.

It was storming and we were alone.

Trapped in a building with no escape.

A psychotic killer on the roam.

Letting him see us, was a mistake.

You belonged to another then.

How we ended up here is a long story.

It all happened,—– so why pretend?

At least it didn’t end up gory.

The killer was after us, without a doubt.

We witnessed what he did to that girl.

Then,—– you began to shout.

He faced us, his fist began to curl.

We ran like we never had before.

He was hot on our trail wanting our blood.

We hid in this building after breaking in the door.

He kicked the door in further with a thud.

We were hiding behind a bunch of boxes.

You were clinging to me very tight.

He went by & we snuck out like foxes.

Being careful to stay out of the light.

We ran & ran till we dropped.

Much too tired to go on.

The comfort of each other, we sought.

It still sticks in my mind—– like a song.

We found a pay phone and called the police.

They came quickly and took us to the station.

We told our story before our release.

First, we looked at mug shots, to try and place him.

Weeks later, the killer was caught.

We felt lucky to have gotten away that night.

Still,—– I have not forgot

what happened between us that felt so right.

It may be the truth, but it doesn’t make it right.

You belong to another and so it will be.

Just two ships passing in the night.

Yet, it will always be a special moment for me.–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Ode To Terry

Ode To Terry

Its been a long, long time.

Ya know its long been on my mind.

To find a way to have you understand.

The way I feel about you.

And just how much I love you.

To talk and tell you what I’ve found

when there’s no one else around.

Its long been a dream of mine.

Ya know, if I only had the time

to share with you all I see and do.

If I can find the time to get away.

So we can have the time to play.

So that we can be together.

No matter what the weather.

You see, I’d like to share my life with you.

To be the closest friend to you.

To share my deepest feelings with.

I’ll always want to have you there.

To show you always how much I care.

To be there for you to lean on.

During times when you feel put upon.

I’ve always wanted to be the one

you’d turn to when times are looking bum.

To give you all the love and comfort you need.

To supply a shoulder when times are sad.

And give a hug when times are glad.

I want to lift your heart and make it soar.

All for your love and nothing more.——————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Never Without Hope

Never Without Hope

Can you hear that awful sound?

Rainbows crumbling all around.

Castles falling from the sky.

Ever since you said goodbye.

Things are not the same anymore.

Since you walked right out the door.

I tried to go out for a change.

I should have stayed inside in chains.

The world is horrible without you.

All the colors are black and blue.

Nothing has life. All is bleak.

There is nothing that I seek.

Except, for a small ray of hope.

Something that can help me cope.

I won’t turn to drugs as a crutch.

Alcohol is really out of touch.

Only you can work the cure.

Bring me back from the edge of fear.

Only you have the key to my heart.

Without you, I am falling apart.

All is not lost. There is still hope.

As long as I don’t sink the boat.

It will take time to pull it all together.

First, I have to survive this weather.

This storm of emotions I deal with daily.

Still holding hope that you’ll say; maybe.

I must chuck it all like last week’s dreams.

Life cannot be as bad as it seems.

There is a dream lover for every dreamer.

I swear, more than once, I have seen her.

I need to work a miracle, or two.

Then, maybe, I can forget about you.—————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Can’t Take It Anymore

Can’t take It Anymore

My patience is running mighty thin.

I am your whipping post again & again.

Drive another nail into my crucifixion.

But, I can’t redeem your sinful affliction.

Your tongue is like a nine pound sledge.

Breaking down my feeble hedge.

Defense mechanisms just won’t do.

When you come slamming your way through.

You leave me laying as a mental wreck.

A shell, my former confidence, a speck.

Destroyed, to never raise again.

Do you feel proud that you always win?

You are a mental vampire.

Making truth into a liar.

You would make even Dracula proud.

Your abilities stand out loud.

Others say “What’s the matter with you?”

“Why are you always acting the fool?”

“Letting her kick your heart around.”

“While you crawl on your belly, like a clown.”

Their observations are all right on.

I have groveled and it is wrong.

Time for me to walk like a man.

I am out of here as fast as I can.—————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)