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The Ways Things Happen

The Way Things Happen

Ever talk about something that happened between you and her?

Did she seem to forget or have a different view, though she was there?

That’s the way things happen. You see things differently than her.

it’s hard to progress in a relationship. From there we go to where?

We try and try to see eye to eye to no avail.

The distance between seems to grow rather than shrink.

Then we discuss the pros & cons via E-Mail.

It’s all laid out in black and white, yet she says your view stinks.

We decide to put it aside and start all over like it never happened.

We date, and enjoy each other’s company.

We may have to head our dates with a little caption.

This time she will have to agree. I’d bet money.

Then, an incident happens that didn’t go down well.

But, I’m sure she will agree with the way things went.

But, the way things happen, she has a tale to tell.

How can two people be involved in the same incident.

Yet, come away with two conflicting ways of looking at it.

But, that is the way the entire evening turned out.

She said black, I said white. It was enough to give me a fit.

“Is there a way for you to see my side” she began to pout.

This seems to be a mystery that can’t be solved.

It can only be worked around if you are to have a chance.

Is it heredity or upbringing that is involved?

Or, is it the fact that she wears a dress and I wear pants?

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

Some Halloween Fun

Some Halloween Fun

Eney meany miny mo.

You keep saying to take it slow.

It’s been over two years now.

If that’s not slow then tell me how.

Inka dinka dinka doo.

You know how much I love you.

Do you love me just as much?

Is this relationship built on trust?

Abra kadabra. Holy hey.

I called you up the other day.

You said you were down with the flu.

Friends of mine said they saw you.

Eye of newt. Leg of spider.

I’m not wanting to start a fight here.

Just tell where this all is going.

Do I stay or should I be rolling?

Ghosts & goblins & scary things.

It’s the scariest relationship I’ve ever seen.

Just like “Spooky” in the song.

What the hell is going on?

“Trick or treat”

Yelled everyone as I came down the street.

“We were having some Halloween fun.”

“Your girl said you’re the only one”

Black cats and witch’s brew.

Now I feel just like a fool.

I put it behind me as we made love.

In the woods with a full moon above.——–R. W. Johnson—–(2011)

Un-Named Short Poems

I have a feeling it’s gonna be

a little cold at home tonight.

My baby will make sure

I feel a little draft, alright.

She’ll be a little sore

And want to even the score.

Yes, it’s gonna be a little

Cold at home tonight.

—–O—–

Your flippin through the pages of my heart.

That’s all you’ve done.

Right from the very start.

If ever, you take the time

to read each and every line,

there would be no doubt.

I loved you from the start.

—–O—–

Searching for love

But, it never comes.

Bait the path.

Right to the gate.

The gate is locked.

Why hesitate??

Searching for love

But, it never comes.

Trying again, with other ones.

Get so far

but, always turn back.

Somewhere along the way

I lose my track.

—–O—–

Papa, why did you leave?

All Mama does is cry.

I say not to grieve.

Mama just gives a sigh.

I’m too small to be head of house.

Though I try and try.

I can’t even catch the mouse.

All Mama does is cry.

I’m really scared

and I’m not lying.

I’m gonna hug my T.V.

till Mama quits crying.

—–O—–

I tiptoe through the softness of your love.

Afraid to make ripples where I go.

But, I know that darkness is to the light

as hate is to love.

So, I know all is well.

Though, I am moving slowly.

————————————————–R. W. Johnson——-(2002)

—–O—–

Loving You

Loving You

How to describe how I feel about you.

It feels like something that I’d like to do.

Yet, feelings are the hardest thing to express.

Maybe in a poem I can say it best.

There is this overwhelming feeling of desire.

The thought of you sets my heart on fire.

I want to hold, caress, drown myself in you.

You mean more to me than anything I do.

I want to protect, shelter, & cherish you.

I want you to want me the way I do you.

Put you on a pedestal high for all to see.

Yet, no one can have you except for me.

You’re a living walking dream.

You’re the best I’ve ever seen.

The angles outdid themselves with you.

You are a shining star in a sky of blue.

My heart beats faster at your nearness.

Your touch only surpassed by your caress.

I want to make you happy with my every touch.

I want to excite you untill it’s too much.

I get all excited inside when you’re near.

I am always careful not to be unclear.

I don’t want to come in a heated rush.

Always putting you first with a gentle touch.

Always learning what pleases you most.

Executing it in the gentlest way, no boast.

To please you is utmost at all times.

Because I love you till the end of time.——-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

White, Cold, Water

White, Cold, Water

I felt the cold of icy, white water

come flowing over as it pulled me down.

I saw my hand reaching out of the water

and grab a branch hanging low to the ground.

Flow white water.

Flow over me.

Take me down ,

then, out to the sea.

I heard you calling as I went running.

I should have waited by the streetlamp post.

But, in the moonlight, I went hunting.

Breath blowing white, like a ghost.

Flow white water.

Flow over me.

Take me down,

Then, out to the sea.

Into the calm and clear,

you ran, coming through the mists.

I can feel you near.

Straining to hear through the waters hiss.

The dogwoods on the banks

Glowing in the gloom.

On every naked branch,

a beautiful white bloom.

Flow white water.

Flow over me.

Take me down.

Then, out to the sea.

I see you running in the tall wild grasses.

Your body floating in the frosty air.

Young and free, coming to the river rapids.

Your hands, now reaching , yelling that you care.

Flow white water, flow.

Right on by.

Flow white water, flow.

Leave me high and dry.

Your there holding and cuddling me.

Whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

Doing your best to try and reach me.

Suddenly, I felt no fear.

Why I ran, had now departed.

I had no clue to why it was.

I know you are where my heart is.

Snug and warm and loved.

————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2011)

Ode To The Bold

Ode To The Bold

I stand in a wide flat land.

No shadow or shade about.

Yeagger is the kind of man

who will kill you without a doubt.

He’s after me, but I got away.

He’s been tracking me for a month.

I don’t even know the time of day.

I just keep moving. Avoid the hunt.

I was in town for a little fun.

I didn’t know Collette was his girl.

Since he caught us, I’ve been on the run.

But, she really gave my heart a whirl.

I got to get back to my Collette.

Though, Yeagger may gun me down.

He’ll never let me forget.

I never should of gone into that town.

I hear a horse way off in the distance.

I can just make out a horse & rider.

Yeagger is very persistent.

There is no place to hide here.

As I run, I spot a small gully.

I dive in & try to dig deeper.

After a time, he comes riding slowly.

I have one shot. I’ll be the reaper.

I blew him off his horse.

He hit the ground.

I buried him in the gully.

In the hopes he’ll never be found.

I ride into town searching for Collette.

I find her in the local saloon.

I am hoping that she didn’t forget.

She rushes into my arms & swoons.

“I was so worried. but, where is Yeagger.”

I tell her all as she turns white.

“He was my older brother:—- Yeagger.”

I listen & my heart drops out of sight.

“Why didn’t you tell me ?” I said with shock.

“I thought you knew” she said in tears.

So ends the tale of me & Collette.

I never saw her again.

But, on this you can bet.

Her hand, I could never win.—————–R.W. Johnson—–(2011)

Bad Reputation

Bad Reputation

Friday night again, and, I’m home alone.

My friends are all out with their dates.

But, no one calls me on the phone.

Unless it’s the kind of call I hate.

I have a bad reputation.

“No, I’m not that kind of girl”, I say.

They say “That’s not what I have heard.”

“I heard you will go all the way”

I slam the phone down without a word.

I have a bad reputation.

Because I went out with the football star.

It was fine till he decided to park.

I stopped him before he went very far.

He said “No one jerks around my heart.”

I have a bad reputation.

Ever since that night, rumors spread.

Kids would rather believe shit.

They wouldn’t believe what I said

Instead they rubbed my face in it.

I have a bad reputation.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

It was the next door neighbor, Dave.

I was so shocked, I nearly hit the floor.

”Would you like to go to a movie?” said Dave.

I have a bad reputation.

I said “What’s up? You know my reputation.”

“I don’t believe a word of it, I say.”

What I heard must be my imagination?

I said “What, —-What did you say?”

I have a bad reputation.

He said “I’ve wanted to ask you out for years.”

“I have always been too shy to ask you.”

“Then when I heard the rumors it brought tears”

“I knew the rumors could NOT be true”

But,– I have a bad reputation.

“I determined to ask you out, no matter what”

“I would defend your honor to anyone, you know.”

I was in shock. “yes” I said with trembling gut.

I had never known that Dave liked me so.

Bad reputation,—be gone..

That first date grew into sincere love.

We got married soon after graduation.

Placed on a pedestal high above.

My reputation now shines like a gold creation.

——————————————————-R.W. Johnson—-(2011)

The Drifter

The Drifter

One summer day he drifted into town.

His time was spent just roaming around.

He would go from one job to another.

Never had a dad. Never had a mother.

Raised in an orphanage, I’ve been told.

Somewhere up north where it is cold.

He didn’t say much. Kinda quiet & shy.

If he spoke at all, he just said hi.

He got a job working in a store.

All he owned was the clothes that he wore.

He worked long hours to earn his pay.

It didn’t leave him much time to play.

Then one day a woman came in.

Young, good looking, and real trim.

He smiled & said “Can I help you mamm?”

She smiled & said “You sure can”

It seemed that she needed some shoes.

She had legs that would make front page news.

He blushed as he helped her try on a pair.

Then she ran her fingers through his hair.

She said “Oh, I’m sorry to be so bold”.

“Usually people just call me cold”

“But, you remind me of my brother so much”

“I couldn’t help it, I had to touch”.

“See, he was killed last year in Iraq”.

“I want so much to bring him back”.

“That’s so sad it breaks my heart”

He said, as he shuddered & fell apart.

“That’s so kind. Don’t be embarrassed”.

“Usually people say I could care less”

“Because I am quiet & shy”

“But, somehow you have changed this guy”.

They started talking. It lasted for hours.

Before she left he gave her flowers.

They started dating. He settled down.

Soon they were seen all over town.

In time they married and had a child.

He ran for mayor. Now, that was wild.

His platform was: I WILL STICK AROUND.

I WAS A DRIFTER TILL I HIT THIS TOWN.

People liked his style. They voted for him.

The best mayor they ever voted in.

When asked why he stayed in this place?

He looked at his wife with a smile on his face.

I remind her of her brother, was all he said.

——————————————————-R.W. Johnson—-(2011)

Private World

Private World

Everything was black.

There was no sight.

There was no crap!

No emotions.

No feeling at all.

No commotions.

He was locked away.

Deep in his mind.

He had nothing to say.

To be left alone

was all he wanted.

He didn’t even moan.

He was drawn and gaunt.

His face was a mask.

No emotions there.

He wouldn’t last.

Death was drawing near.

Then,— she came.

A sweet smell he noticed first.

A gentle touch.

Others just made it worse.

As time passed,

He started to hear her voice.

Finally,— at last.

He had to look and see.

She was beautiful.

She was gentle and kind.

She trimmed his cuticles.

She washed his feet.

As he grew stronger,

She helped him to eat.

She was an angel to him.

She gave him hope.

Her heart he wanted to win.

So, one day, he actually spoke.

He told her he loved her.

He wanted her for his own.

She said what he didn’t want to hear.

“I am only your nurse.”

“I am married to another.”

It—it couldn’t be any worse!!

The black came slamming in.

He slipped back into his shell.

He would let no one in.

He would die first.

He was safe here from all pain.

The Dr. told the nurse:

“I think it’s all in vain”

He is going——-going———-going—————gone!!

—————————————————–R. W. Johnson——(2005)

Sincerity

Sincerity

How can I explain to you.

Without me feeling like a fool.

Please don’t turn your head in shame.

I know that I’m the one to blame.

I wish that you were not crying so,

For each tear burns my very soul.

Nothing said can ease the pain.

Everything lost- – – Nothing gained.

All destroyed in the name of lust.

Nothing now can gain your trust.

There’s nowhere now that I can run.

Nothing can change what’s already done.

I need for you to believe in me.

I want your love for eternity.

If you could look within my mind,

It’s only you there all the time.

If I could lift from you your shame,

and take away all of your pain.

No matter what it took to do.

I would do this thing for you.

There’s no excuse for what I’ve done.

I know that you’re the only one.

What possessed me, I do not know.

I know I’ve never felt so low.

I plead you’ll take me back once more.

Please forgive me I implore.——————-R. W. Johnson—-(1994)