Life Lessons – Page 12 – Word Smith Wisdom

You And I

You And I

This I know.

It’s very clear.

I am happy

when you’re near.

I can’t wait

till the day.

You say you’re mine.

We’re on our way.

Just a little time to call our own.

Before too long, we’ll buy a home.

Then we will have a child or two.

At least one, I’ll name after you.

Before long will come the day.

When we’ll both say it’s o.k.

When you’re near

I’m on cloud nine.

I don’t care

If it’s all the time.

When I try

to think it through.

Every thing

ends with you.

Just a little time to call our own.

Before too long, we’ll buy a home.

Then we’ll have a child or two.

At least one, I’ll name after you.

Before long will come the day.

When we’ll both say it’s o.k.

————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

Unlimited Power

Unlimited Power

The kid had incredible brain power.

He became more powerful every hour.

Soon, he was creating matter.

People began to fear and scatter.

He would think of it and it would appear.

Such power caused a lot of fear.

He would disappear and reappear again.

If they doubted, he would do it again.

He slipped a couple minutes forward in time.

Move, then return to this time.

To those watching, he would disappear.

Then, in another spot, reappear.

He could fly by the power of his mind.

Transfer great distances in a flick of time.

He could read anyone’s mind.

Control them and keep them in line.

He could look in the sky, predict the rain.

Yet, through it all, he was not vain.

He could heal the sick, raise the dead.

Make the girls talk out of their heads.

People feared him, some tried to kill him.

They should have known they couldn’t win.

He became invisible in a twinkle.

He never aged nor got a wrinkle.

He could turn water into wine.

Mostly, he did only what was fine.

Nothing was beyond him to do.

Peace on earth became his rule.

He solved problems for the scientists.

His mother would give him a giant kiss.

Diseases were eliminated.

Old age was decimated.

It was like Shangri-La here.

No crime or killing. No more fear.

Then the day came when he was gone.

He said we knew enough to get along.

We could do it on our own, you see.

He had somewhere he needed to be.

No one heard of nor saw him again.

Let’s hope this is the beginning, not the end.

—————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

Wasted Time

Wasted Time

All the wasted time along the way.

Think about how you spend your day.

Often wasted, hung out to dry.

Stoned, inebriated, wondering why?

Your time here is limited, for sure.

Put health first. Keep things pure.

This may give you a few more years.

What’s the use? You say through tears.

What good are a few extra years?

Make use of the wasted time. Don’t fear.

You could be building a great career.

Better yet, if religious minded at all,

prepare the way for the heavenly call.

Be welcomed into those pearly gates.

Do all you can before it is too late.

If it’s not your bag, just be a better man.

Why should you do all you can?

It will make life better for those around .

Thinking of others pays off, I have found.

Whatever way you would choose to go.

It is better than wasted time, you know.

If wasted time is kept to a minimal,

there are no regrets when you go.

———————–R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

The Mastery Of Life

The Mastery Of Life

The mastery of life never comes easy.

If it was, you would never leave me.

But, you did and my emotions died.

I felt so bad, I couldn’t cry if I tried.

I remember back to the candy store.

I always saw you going in the door.

She must love candy, I thought to myself.

Yet, you’re slim, the body of an elf.

Finally, I followed you in the store.

I found out what you were there for.

You worked there. I should have known.

By then, my fantasies. were full blown.

I came to get candy every day.

Enough so, that I heard you say:

“Are you a candy junkie?”

“No, or I would be a chunky monkey.”

“I come in just to see you.”

You were shocked through and through.

“Are you kidding me?”, you said.

“If not true, I’d rather be dead.”

Somehow, we ended up on a date.

For a long time things went great.

Things were to a commitment stage.

Then, we turned to the next page.

You went your way and I went mine.

It wasn’t until some other time.

You were gone for good, somehow.

I am not understanding, even now.

The mastery of life is beyond my grasp.

Like the gold ring I miss, going by too fast.

The lessons of life never come easy.

No one ever said they were easy peasy.

The parade is going by, but I’m on the side.

All I have to show is a little pride.

In the school of hard knocks I’m head of class.

I need to graduate. I don’t want to be brash.

——————————R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

Maggie May, Part II

Maggie May, Part II

Oh, Maggie, I finally got on back to school.

But, I still had to keep coming home to you.

I am at school while you are at work.

When home, first thing, you rip off my shirt.

Time away makes you horny. What a quirk.

I always secretly hoped we could make this work.

For sexual desire, you’re second to none.

But, you never want to go out just for fun.

Maggie May, I finally got back in school.

But, I can’t seem to get away from you.

You pull me in with your sexual ways.

We don’t save it for the rainy days.

Your sexual drive never runs low.

Though you’re older, you’re ready to go.

It takes all I have to keep up with you.

Cougars are powerful. I may be a fool.

Maggie, this may sound a little odd to you.

But, life has more to offer than sex and school.

It seems you are only interested in the one thing.

I would like to find out what else life can bring.

Other guys say I’m the luckiest man alive.

Finding a woman with your sex drive.

They don’t know what I really want to do,

is to be brave enough to walk out on you.

Maggie May, I finally got back in school.

But, I can’t seem to get away from you.

You pull me in with your sexual ways.

We don’t save it for the rainy days.

Your sexual drive never runs low.

Though, you’re older, you’re ready to go.

It takes all I have to keep up with you.

Cougars are powerful. I may be a fool.

———————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

Into Something Good

Into Something Good

She was flirting a lot with me.

Maybe she thought that I didn’t see.

She made her actions more obvious yet.

Wanted to make sure I didn’t forget.

Finally, I walked over to her table.

I started talking with her as I was able.

I was always pretty shy.

It may surprise you for a guy such as I.

I was tall, muscular, and quite handsome.

Or, so I have been told by female ones.

We hit it off fairly smoothly.

I didn’t mind. I wasn’t choosy.

After a few drinks, we decided to leave.

Go where there is live music, you see.

We danced up a storm for several hours.

Time went by fast. The night was ours.

Before long, it was time to say goodnight.

We both agreed our time was out of sight.

We decided to try it again real soon.

On the drive home, I wanted to swoon.

I was a good boy, like I should.

Still, it seems, I am into something good.

————————R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

Burning Love Found

Burning Love Found

Our love is alive.

So it begins.

Laying our hearts on the table.

Who’s gonna win?

Our love is on fire.

Burning within.

Two hearts welded together.

Both of us win.

I’ve lived all my life.

Trying to avoid love and strife.

Mostly one night stands.

I thought I was the man.

I was safe till I met you.

This feeling is something new.

I was left wanting more.

It was quickly melting my core.

I learned that you felt the same.

You have always avoided the pain.

This was a new feeling for you.

Exposing your heart is something new.

Our love is alive.

So it begins.

Laying our hearts on the table.

Who’s gonna win.

Our love is on fire.

Burning within.

Two hearts welded together.

Both of us win.

——————–R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

Do Ya?

Do Ya?

The pure white dove.

It’s a symbol of love.

But, you never cared for that,

do ya?

You drove that bird away.

The day he came your way.

You didn’t want any crap,

do ya?

The knights in days of old,

were quite chivalrous, I’ve been told.

You don’t know what it’s worth,

do ya?

A man of manners; a man of dignity.

Is a man you’ll rarely see.

Tell me. Do you think it’s a curse?

Do ya?

A monk can often be celibate

Yet, he hasn’t said the hell with it.

It’s his vows. You don’t comprehend,

do ya?.

You have no vows of your own.

Yet, your heart is made of stone.

Or, is it that you just pretend?

Do ya?

He is one who stays to himself.

His books and poetry is his wealth.

He, you avoided. Were you afraid?

Do ya?

Do ya run from every decent man?

Are you afraid of la la land?

Are you afraid of being laid?

Do ya?

Do ya fear what may transpire?

A romance that will set you on fire?

Or is it just an unknown fear?

Do ya?

Many species mate for life.

Does this translate to strife?

Is being a wife what you fear?

Do ya?

There is no answer in running away.

It will be just the same on any day.

Face your fears and take a vow.

Do ya?

Do ya have the fortitude to step up?

Keep your life from becoming corrupt.

Do you think it is worth it now?

Do ya?

——————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

A Tough Message

A Tough Message

I know it’s kind of late.

I didn’t mean to wake you.

I got something I’ve gotta say.

Something for you to do.

Many times I’ve tried to tell her.

But, the words just came out wrong.

You’ve got to tell my mother that you’re gone.

I knew you would understand.

You were always close to her.

Don’t say that I should be the man.

She didn’t expect this to occur.

I just don’t want to hurt her.

You can make her understand.

On this point, I am sure.

Better from a woman than a man.

I would like to help all I can.

I just don’t feel I can do it.

My emotions are like sifting sand.

I haven’t yet worked through it.

I think of all I would have to tell her.

It is so much for her to understand.

And for me, most of it is a blur.

It is better from a woman than a man.

I know it’s kind of late.

I didn’t mean to wake you.

I’ve got something I’ve gotta say.

Something for you to do.

Many times I’ve tried to tell her.

But, the words just came out wrong.

You’ve got to tell my mother that you’re gone.

——————————R. W. Johnson—–(2017)

The Easy Life

The Easy Life

Out here the wind always blows.

That just seems to be how it goes.

A windmill makes my electricity.

I had it built for that explicitly.

Tumble weeds went tumbling by.

There was not a cloud in the sky.

Daydreaming was my pastime.

No motivation. It’s not a crime.

A windmill pumped my water.

Worked as faithful as my daughter.

Just her and I live out here, you see.

For her mother passed away on me.

Not a lot to do. No phone to talk through.

TV is mostly hit and miss.

The internet doesn’t exist.

We both do a lot of reading.

Occasionally, we will do some weeding.

The garden does well, if watered right.

The stars are really bright at night.

We will pan for gold, if in the mood.

Mainly, we are concerned with food.

It is a life not meant for all.

My daughter has been here since real small.

She was taught here at home.

Smart as a whip. Tough as bone.

One day a young man stopped by.

He was polite and acted shy.

He had plans to start a wind farm.

Lots of windmills with lots of arms.

Generate power for the city far away.

Said it would pay off big someday.

In the end we cut a deal.

We would be partners on this field.

He was right. We made a lot of money.

He married my daughter & called her honey.

As for me, I’m still here.

I kick back with a cold beer.

Watch TV, thanks to a satellite dish.

I still read whenever I wish.

But, most of all, I like to daydream.

Listen to the wind and scheme.

I could do more with my life, but I felt.

Ya can’t please everyone so ya got to please yourself.

—————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)