Romance – Page 26 – Word Smith Wisdom

Our Hometown

Our Hometown

We took a trip to our hometown.

We only stopped just to look around.

The changes there took us by surprise.

But, there it all was before our eyes.

Population 500 when we were small.

Now it was over 5,000 and that ain’t all.

They have a traffic light or two.

Many new stores and sidewalks too.

It’s not the same as it used to be.

Not like it was when you met me.

We had fun in this rural town.

Just kicking back and fooling around.

Our romance started down by the tracks

where we watched for trains with smoking stacks.

We graduated and moved away.

Off to college, work, and a lotta play.

We kept in touch & got back together.

Then we married and it was forever.

After many years we came home.

To this town where we had grown.

Yes, it’s changed a lot, but, we have too.

But, in the end, I still have you.

The town has changed. It has grown.

But, the principles it had sown

when we were young and running free

kept us together, you and me.

So we love this town for what it gave.

It helped us love & helped us stay.

Something in common to talk about.

Something to share and never pout.

We love this town the way it was.

But, changes or not, it still means love.

—————————————————-R.W. Johnson (2011)

Dreams Of You

Dreams Of You

The candy colored clown they call The Sandman

slips into my room every night.

He says: “Go to sleep, if you can.”

“Everything —-will be alright.”

I close my eyes and say a prayer.

I pray that I will dream of you.

Then, suddenly, you are there.

In my dreams I’m with you too.

We walk along, as dreamers do.

I hold your hand as I walk with you.

You smile and say: “I love you.”

I pray that this is really true.

Then slow but, sure. You slip away.

I’m all alone standing there.

I awake as I start to say—-.

I go back to sleep again.

Soon, I am sleeping sound.

I dream I have you back again.

There is no one else around.

Your standing there in all your beauty.

I come to you with trembling lips.

You turn and give yourself to me.

I hold you firmly in my grip.

Then I awake once more.

I have a death grip on my pillow.

A sound. I run to the door—-

Of course, no one is there.

You have left this earth forever.

But, in my dreams, you still care.

You say, your with me forever.—————–R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

Long Road Home

Long Road Home

He was from a small town in Northern California.

She always said that’s where she was born, yeah.

She was really from the flat lands of Kansas.

They met in a little café in Lands End.

She was just getting a bite while passing through.

He was taking a short break from his traveling too.

They started talking and hit it off well.

He was looking for sources of stories to tell.

He was a writer of songs and fiction.

She played guitar and sang with perfect diction.

He showed her some songs he’d written.

She loved the lyrics and was truly smitten.

He didn’t write music so he only had the words.

She said she felt the music & could add it to his words.

The words came alive with the music she was singing.

They became a team with the songs they were bringing.

Later, after, RV rally’s, coffee houses, and Mall openings,

they hit it big when a music star asked them to open things.

They went on the tour and opened the show each night.

The audience loved them, cheering till they were out of sight.

Soon after they had a record contract.

She looked at him and said “ This is where it’s at.”

From north to south, east to west. Overseas and down under.

They traveled all around showing their thunder.

Record sales climbed as they became known.

Before long they were up for a Grammy as shown.

They didn’t win but, they came close.

They sang on the show. It was the most.

They kept playing with a great big grin.

And the money just kept on pouring in.

Then one day, they got the word.

It was the worst news they had ever heard.

Her mother was dying. They went to her side.

Mom said “You remember the day your daddy died?”

“Remember the promise you made at his side?”

“Yes”, she said, as she hung her head.

“Make the same promise to me before I’m dead.”

She knelt and promised to give her heart to God.

He was shocked and thought it a little odd.

When they left she explained to him.

Her parents were Christian and sin was sin.

They wouldn’t force her but, had her promise

as their last request. They were so honest.

They felt it was the only way to save their daughter.

Since leaving home she had partaken of much muddy water.

“I’m not against going to church” he said.

“Oh, would you?” she cried. “I want to go with you.” She said.

“Not for just when someone is dead or for wedding vows.”

“I have felt the urge for awhile but, to ask, I didn’t know how”

They studied the Bible and prayed For God to show

the right church where they could grow.

They were led to a church in Northern California.

They were on fire, let me warn ya.

They became filled with the Holy Spirit.

Their music changed your heart to hear it.

Their music now became their ministry.

They were quite popular as you can see.

They won many soles for the Lord.

People heard Jesus in every cord.

They said The Lord was leading all the time.

We didn’t know He said “You are mine.”

Happier, they could not be.

They wish the same for you and me.———-R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

Time

Time

Time, times, and the dividing of time.

Time outside of time.

Once upon a time.

Time to change your mind.

Let time unwind.

Stretch time to find.

Time after time.

You will still be mine.

Will you spend the time?

To see you are still mine?

In the end you will find.

It’s true. Time after time.

Go back in time.

Go forward in time.

At any time you will find.

I am yours and you are mine.

Two as one throughout time.

The way we blend is oh so fine.

We will always walk the line.

Till we reach the end of time.—————R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

A Time For Thinking

A Time For Thinking

It’s the time of year for thinking.

Winter is coming soon.

The sun’s still bright enough to start me blinking.

I wonder if tonight I’ll see the moon?

Weather is still clear enough for that.

I think about the summer nights.

Sky was clear & stars were bright where I sat.

The summer days were bright.

The long summer evenings were warm.

Much to warm to sleep with ease.

Despite that, I am often torn

between that and winter’s freeze.

Autumn is a lovely time.

The trees turning a beautiful color.

Soon it will look like a naked vine.

Leaves will have fallen to the gutter.

Then I think of the green, green spring.

Things are alive and flowers bloom.

People’s laughter has a certain ring.

Lover’s heart’s will swoon.

Then I think about my love for you.

With all it’s twists and thrills.

I have often acted the fool.

As I tried to win your heart to fill.

Fill your heart with love for me.

But, alas, this cannot be done.

I finally have come to see.

I only put you on the run.

You run to avoid feeling controlled.

I am making the choices for you.

You fear becoming a puppet controlled

by my desires and feelings for you.

You are an independent thinker.

I can’t tell you what to do or not do.

If my heart was I boat I would sink her.

Easier to take than life without you.

So as my love life enters it’s winter’s stage,

I look forward to spring’s new life.

For with it maybe will come a phase

of love with you that is out of site.

A love with understanding and communication.

A love that is the shining star

of any romance with communication.

A love that loves you for who you are.

Not someone I would want you to be.

But, someone who is her own person.

Someone who is born to be free.

Yet, at my side as a loving person.————-R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

No Comfort In The Truth

No Comfort In The Truth

She was acting squirrelly. Something is wrong.

I’ll just be patient. It won’t take long.

The truth will come out sooner or later.

I’d rather be pulling teeth from a gator.

Then she says it’s got to end. It’s over.

She can’t go on . It’s no field of clover.

We just don’t seem to be compatible.

It seems to be where it’s at, you know.

There is no comfort in the truth

This is driving me through the roof.

Makes me suspicious . Is she lying?

Is there another? She’s not crying.

How much longer must this go on?

Probably just until she’s gone.

There’s no comfort in the truth.

This is driving me through the roof.

I said we share most everything.

We are even both right wing.

We like much of the same things.

Any more alike would be boring.

She said don’t try to change my mind.

It’s not like something that you find.

Then put in your pocket to keep around.

I am feeling lost instead of found.

There is no comfort in the truth.

This is driving me through the roof.

Makes me suspicious. Is she lying?

Is there another? She’s not crying.

How much longer must this go on?

Probably just until she’s gone.

There is no comfort in the truth.

This is driving me through the roof.

What are you talking about?, I said.

You make me feel like I am dead.

You’re not something that I found.

Your someone I want around.

That’s the point. I’m not a “thing.”

No, I’m not trying to be mean.

What I’m saying; I’m an individual.

A living person with a free will.

There is no comfort in the truth.

This is driving me through the roof.

Makes me suspicious. Is she lying?

Is there another? She’s not crying.

How much longer must this go on?

Probably just until she’s gone.

There is no comfort in the truth.

This is driving me through the roof.

———————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2011)

I’ve Never Been In This Place Before

I’ve Never Been In This Place Before

I’m older now and my hair is gray.

But, I still feel good enough to play.

I thought I had done it all.

Summer is over. Here comes the fall.

Then came the high school reunion.

Seeing old friends that I knew then.

Then from out of the blue

I got an E-Mail from a girl I once knew.

She was so happy to have seen me

at the high school reunion party.

We started E mailing each other.

I was shocked to discover

she had a crush on me in school.

I tell you I didn’t have a clue.

We talked more and I found

this girl only lived right across town.

We both were single at this time.

We both had bad times left behind.

Things progressed then came the call.

We were talking and having a ball.

The time came when we would meet.

I was giddy as a dog in heat.

She had me feeling like a kid.

I knew my feelings were not well hid.

Was there fire in the heart after all these years?

There was a little fear but, there were no tears.

Will this take me where I’ve never been before?

Or, will I be too scared to knock on her door?

I’ve never been in this place before.

It’s got me shaking to my very core.

Come on honey.—- Open that door.———R. W. Johnson—–(2012)

A Long Road To Love

A Long Road To Love

We first met at a walk a thon event.

She was flying around the track.

Going so fast I wondered where she went.

I had to move it to even see her back.

When I asked her what was the rush?

She said some exercise was all she needed.

I said I am not trying to raise a fuss.

But, killing yourself is not what’s needed.

That was the start of a whirlwind relationship.

We were quite physical in all we did.

We couldn’t slow down. That was the way of it.

Eventually, she got a new job offer bid.

We went our separate ways.

I went north to the mountains there.

Got a job logging for a while.

Then I drifted down to the Kansas open air.

Helped bring in the corn in style.

The work sometimes was worse for wear.

Got up early, worked till dusk.

Had fun every evening with all the locals.

Drank and ate till I thought I’d bust.

Before long I was one of the yokels.

Then I went down around the gulf.

Oil was gone and fishing was back.

I would buy bread by the loaf.

Throw pieces off the pier where I sat.

Got a job on a crabbing crawler.

Cleaning out crab traps for our catch.

Turn them over to the crab hauler.

Who threw them down the tanker hatch.

I drifted out west to California.

Working in the fields harvesting crops.

I thought of the girl back home enough to boar ya.

Found more & more she was in my thoughts.

I traveled on always alone.

One thought was burning in my brain.

I headed to where I thought she called home.

Hoping to see her, which was insane.

I found her listed in a phonebook in Chicago.

Would she remember me? Was it worth a try?

I wondered, would she now have a bow?

I finally called her & prayed with a sigh.

She was surprised, but, oh so happy.

I had been on her mind for a long, long time.

A negative response would have felt crappy.

But, now I felt she could again be mine.

I was working my way back to her.

I made every effort to get it all back.

She was wanting to be back for sure.

In record time we did it. We didn’t lack.

I told her where I had drifted to and from.

She felt a mistake happened when she’d gone.

I said, it set in concrete, she was the one.

She said the same as we sat on the lawn.

We set a date and were married.

Years later we are still together.

We’re still physical & our love we carried.

A perfect match in any weather.—————R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

Persistence

Persistence

I don’t want to get up in the morning.

I just want to lay here in bed.

Life anymore is so boring.

I can’t get her out of my head.

I tried to be what she wanted of me.

I tried to be someone I’m not.

Only I found that all I could be

Is myself, who was lacking a lot.

And every hour I crave you.

I want you with all of my heart.

I would act like the fool.

I would act like I’m smart.

I would lay open my heart.

But, all I get is rejection.

Nothing to soften the blow.

A lot like a crooked election.

Am I on my way out of the show?

I understand what has happened.

I know now why were apart.

Nothing to do with old fashioned.

My heart was dead from the start.

I drag out of bed and get dressed.

I look at myself in the mirror.

I certainly don’t look my best.

That much is definitely clear.

What must I do to be with her?

I have to get myself straight.

Whatever I do, I must be sure.

It’s going to be something great!!

That much must be made clear.

It has to be more than a date.

I will whisper my love in her ear.

She will see that my love cannot wait.——-R. W. Johnson —–(2012)

Damaged Love

Damaged Love

I called this girl up for a date.

She declined saying I was too late.

I asked her what did she mean?

She said she didn’t want to be mean

But, she wanted a committed person.

Not a relationship with a cursed man.

She said I might make a good pet.

But I wasn’t ready for commitment yet.

I was a victim of damaged love.

I needed help from up above.

One too many trips to Lonesome Town

Too many times I’ve played the clown.

I have a permanent room at Heartbreak Hotel.

My heart has been stomped & ripped to hell.

I need a true love to repair my heart

Aching for your love & not knowing where to start.

She said I had been burned way too often.

My heart was nailed into a coffin.

My emotions were nearly dead.

Mostly, I was out of my head.

I couldn’t trust enough for true love.

I was a victim of damaged love.

A commitment was just a dream to me.

Running scared at the thought of it would be.

It might be too late to save such a mess.

I might be alone until my death.

One too many trips to Lonesome Town.

Too many times I’ve played the clown.

I have a permanent room at Heartbreak Hotel.

My heart has been stomped & ripped to hell.

I need true love to repair my heart.

Aching for your love & not knowing where to start.

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