Fantasy – Page 26 – Word Smith Wisdom

Could It Haved Worked?

Could It Have Worked?

I am facing a storm in my life.

I bide my time & avoid the strife.

I handle it in my usual way.

Waiting for the right time to say.

This will pass like all before it.

Time is a good repair kit.

Things like this can’t be avoided.

There is no way to destroy it.

Just take it in stride & roll along.

Things will be normal before long.

I wish you the very best.

May you find happiness.

I hope you find along your way.

Someone who will make your day.

You deserve the very best.

No reason to second guess.

Our connection caused sparks.

It really set our worlds apart.

This will pass like all before it.

Time is a good repair kit.

Things like this can’t be avoided.

There is no way to destroy it.

Just take it in stride & roll along.

Things will be normal before long.

Don’t suggest there is a way.

Don’t say it will work out o.k.

If you try to nurture the spark.

It might ignite your heart.

The result would be tragedy.

It is not a way to be free.

It wouldn’t work out by and by.

We are too different, so don’t even try.

This will pass like all before it.

Time is a good repair kit.

Things like this can’t be avoided.

There is no way to destroy it.

Just take it in stride & roll along.

Things will be normal before long.

She has accepted my final plea.

She has gone away from me.

If it could never work out,

Why do I feel like a roust about?

———————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Crazy Love, Or Lack Of

Crazy Love, Or Lack Of

This is not a marriage, it is an arrangement.

Our romance has been put into containment.

Intimately speaking, you don’t want me to touch you.

Intimately speaking, touching me, you won’t do.

All is off limits for an unknown reason.

I would almost think that you are teasing.

But, you are not. you’re as serious as a heart attack.

After years of marriage, I don’t know what to think of that.

Could it be you have a new love interest?

You deny this. No boyfriend or mistress.

You just will not discuss the matter.

It leaves me with my thoughts all scattered.

There seems no way to get to the bottom of this.

Apparently, in some way, I have been remiss.

It’s a lover’s question I’d like to know?

This whole thing is a brand new show.

The whole thing leads to extreme frustration.

It can’t even be fixed with masturbation.

Who do you see when this problem happens?

To a ‘sex therapist’? I doubt it would change the action.

This is something only women can understand.

It is not something that is rational for a man.

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

Survival Has It’s Cost

Survival Has It’s Cost

Struggling along through the burning sand,

while I hold my loved ones hand.

We help each other along.

The end will come. It won’t be long.

We have heavy packs upon our backs.

We even have some food in a few sacks.

Our water is starting to get low.

We don’t know how much further we can go.

We are being pursued for our food.

Someone is following. Stuck to us like glue.

If we can get through this desert,

we will be able to find solid dirt.

Then we can make better time.

Get to my brother’s house & be fine.

His place is deep in the mountains.

It is well guarded & near a fountain.

He has a large storehouse of supplies.

He awaits our arrival. He & his wife.

As we rest, I see the man. He is near.

I yell for him to stop, with fear.

He fires a shot at me. I duck for cover.

I grab my rifle & blow him off his feet.

He doesn’t move. Just lies in the heat.

I am shaking & cry out to the Lord.

“Why must I fight this crazy hoard?”

“Must I kill them all to survive?”

“Should I totally depend on you to stay alive?”

“Or, do I do what I can to help myself?”

“Let you handle everything else?”

We continue on across the burning sands.

Finally, we see some foliage on the land.

In a couple days we are in the mountains.

We thank God for our blessings as we count them.

It will still take days to reach his home.

We pray to God that we are not alone.

We have water now. There is small game.

We can survive.—– That much is plain.

My brother’s house finally comes into sight.

My walkie talkie reaches him in the night.

He is waiting when we reach the door.

I said “ I don’t want to kill anymore.”

We all pray for the Lord’s protection.

I ask forgiveness, with no exceptions.

The time of trouble has arrived.

All we wanted was to survive.

Live till we see our Lord in the sky.

Pray we’re saved and will not fry.

—————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

The Dragon Rider

The Dragon Rider

He had a chance to be a hero.

He came upon a dragon sleeping.

To him, the moment became real.

A dragon slayer. A title he was seeking.

He snuck up, quiet as a mouse.

He didn’t want to wake it up.

When he got close he felt like a louse.

He started getting a pain in his gut.

What if his first strike didn’t kill it.

What would he do when it awoke.

Then he accidently stepped on a stick.

It snapped & then the dragon spoke.

It said “Well, who have we here?”

“A fearless dragon hunter, no doubt.”

“A dragon sleeping is nothing to fear.”

“But, when it awakes, no time to shout.”

“I didn’t really want to hurt you,” he said.

“You are a beautiful thing to see up close.”

“There is no way I would want you dead.”

“I don’t need to kill you. I’m not one to boast.”

“Interesting,” the dragon said. “Let me see.”

“You say I am beautiful to you”

“You look to me about as pretty as you can be.”

“You see, I am a female dragon too.”

“There is only one thing that I lack.”

The dragon said, with a most serious look.

“That is someone to ride on my back.”

“Someone to bond to. Now, don’t get shook.”

“I am not afraid.” he said. “It sounds fun.”

“But, why would a fierce dragon do that?”

“True, I would be a hero. The only one.”

“The only one to ride on a dragon’s back.”

“A dragon’s highest honor is to have a rider.”

“Especially for a female dragon.”

“Because we can bond with our rider.”

“Male dragon’s can’t. I’m not bragging.”

“Whatever do you mean by bond??”

“The rider & I become one mentally.”

“I can hear his thoughts. Know what’s going on.”

“He can do the same. It’s all mental, you see.”

“I have never heard of such a thing.”

“You wouldn’t have. Few people know.”

“There hasn’t been a rider in many springs.”

“I’ll be the first in years, so let’s go.”

Suddenly, he felt a little lightheaded & dizzy.

‘I just bonded with you. give it time.’

He heard the voice in his head. It wasn’t he.

‘No, it wasn’t you. The thought was mine.’

‘You can hear all I think in your head.’

‘I can hear all your thoughts too.’

‘Now, the bond is never broken till one is dead.’

‘You will get used to it. I know you’re no fool.’

‘Yes, I can breathe out fire, even for fun.’

‘I picked you to bond with for a reason.’

‘A dragon prophecy said you were the one.’

‘Our destiny will be great in due season.’

So, here is how the Dragon Rider began.

They did a lot of things during their time.

Their fame spread throughout the land.

Their stories number like grains of sand.

——————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

The Country Lass & The City Slicker

The Country Lass & The City Slicker

I was driving around, wasting gas.

Till I found a little country lass.

She was walking along a country road.

Looked like she was toting a heavy load.

I pulled over and offered her a ride.

She had a flat tire by her side.

She hadn’t had a spare at the time.

She wanted to know if she could borrow mine.

I said sure, if it will fit on your car.

She said it was back there, not too far.

I took her & the flat back to her car.

My spare fit. We went to get air. Not too far.

The station patched her tire for her.

I took her back to where we were.

I put her tire back on her car.

She said to follow her home. It’s not far.

I did and she tried to pay me.

I said no way. I did it all for free.

She said how about dinner then?

I said sure. That will make it a win, win.

One thing led to another.

It seemed like in no time we were lovers.

Time passed like it always does.

We were like two turtle doves.

Whatever I did she was there.

She was with me everywhere.

I knew for sure she was the one.

We married and it all was fun.

A country girl with a city slicker.

A lot of people would just snicker.

But, love is where you find it.

So, don’t give us any lip.

Our love is strong and it goes on.

I will love her till the day I’m gone.

—————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Shy Lab Man Has Success

Shy Lab Man Has Success

I needed help to find my way.

It has become a tragic day.

Nothing has gone right in the lab.

There was an accident & it was bad.

A certain fluid got on my skin.

It was absorbed within.

Now, I am feeling really oddly.

Something is happening to my body.

Am I turning into a human Hulk?

Will I end up with hair, like a goat?

A am madly looking for a mirror.

I am starting to feel really queer.

I find a mirror and take a look.

What a change! I could write a book.

I am now tall, dark, and very handsome.

I almost feel like dancing.

I look like a woman’s answer to her dream.

I have never looked this good or lean.

This potion was meant for something else.

Funny how it made my old looks melt.

I am wondering how long it will last?

If I stay this way, I will have a blast.

Come on girls, ‘Big Daddy’ has arrived.

I will make your libido come alive.

Hollywood hansom’s have nothing on me.

I am as handsome as can be.

I have the knowledge Playboy has given.

50 Shades Of Gray is my living.

I have all the male attributes.

Enhanced to the max for no excuse.

I have a six pack, with muscle to spare.

I also have just the right amount of hair.

Suddenly, something splashed in my face.

I looked around. What was this place?

“Wake up” “You slipped and fell”

“Clean yourself up. You look like hell.”

What?? It was all a dream??

Nothing is ever what it seems.

Back to work in this dreary lab.

I guess making skin creams isn’t bad.

But, I wish I could be that man.

The one who said “Because I can.”

Then proceeded to have whoever he wanted.

“Women’s gift of man”, he taunted.

“Did you say something?” his lab partner said.

“Just talking to myself.” Then asked “Are you wed.”

“Am I married?” “No.” “Why?”

“I want to take you out, like that other guy.”

“What other guy?” she asked.

“The one I imagined when knocked out” he gasped.

“Sure. I accept.”

I guess you know what happened next.

———————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Country Bully Learns A Lesson

Country Bully Learns A Lesson

Billy Joe was known as a bully.

A big ole country boy, called ‘Joey’.

He hung out at the local bar.

He was a great hustler, by far.

He would shoot pool all day.

While drinking & bullying his way.

One day a city slicker came in.

In no time ‘Joey’ challenged him.

“Joey’ tried to hustle him for his money.

The city slicker didn’t think it was funny.

The city slicker cleaned ‘Joey’s’ plow.

Then he said “You owe me now.”

This really made ‘Joey’ mad.

He started acting like a real cad.

He started pushing the city slicker around.

Saying he was a stupid clown.

The city slicker laid into ‘Joey’ then.

He punched ‘Joey’ right in the chin.

They fought from the counter out to the street.

Soon, ‘Joey’ looked like minced meat.

The city slicker beat him to a pulp.

For ‘Joey’ to win, there was little hope.

Then the city slicker let ‘Joey’ up.

“You’re attitude is in a rut.”

He told ‘Joey’ to change his ways.

Or, he may never see another day.

The city slicker took his money and left.

‘Joey’ looked sheepish. His pants were wet.

‘Joey’ never went to the bar again.

He acted like it was some type of sin.

He started going to church every week.

The change in him was, oh so sweet.

Just goes to show what they say.

An ‘attitude adjustment’ is the only way.

‘Joey’ had his that day in the bar.

That ‘adjustment’ took him very far.

He is a much better man today.

A ‘city slicker’ changed his ways.

———————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

End Time Prophet?

End Time Prophet?

Let’s get out of this town fast.

My car is full of gas.

The top is down & I’m ready to roll.

There is no sense in going slow.

I know you’re not happy here.

You have made that much clear.

There is no need to hang around.

Show the world what you have found.

A prophet is not welcome in his own town.

They don’t want you hanging around.

You can sleep while I drive.

When you awaken, you’ll come alive.

There is so much we can do.

I can do it, if I’m with you.

You have such a creative mind.

Time for you to come back on line.

Start expressing yourself in such a way.

All will hear and then they will obey.

We believe all you have said.

We have let it go to our heads.

Changes are coming, thanks to you.

We will do all that you want us to.

Soon, you will have a huge following.

They will be shouting and calling.

Grasping every word from your mouth.

Tell them what it’s all about.

Point out the errors of their ways.

Promise them a better day.

Show them the way to arrive.

Show them how they can thrive.

You are a natural born leader.

There is only one way we can beat her.

We must all become as one.

The final movements have begun.

The whore of Mystery Babylon is here.

But, there is nothing to fear.

Give them the guidance they need.

Show them how they can feed.

Feed on the bread of life.

It will take them through the strife.

They will praise Him in the end.

They will praise Him before it begins.

They will owe it all to you.

For showing them how to make it through.

Though you claim no glory for yourself.

Your love & guidance has been felt.

——————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Pinky And The Brain

Pinky And The Brain

I remember him, always sneaking around.

He had plans to blow up the town.

It could be a practice run for so much more.

This kid was rotten to the core.

He had plans to take over the world, I guess.

They say the stuff on his computer was a mess.

It would make a good script for an action movie.

If he actually tried, it wouldn’t fool me.

So, they ended up locking him away.

Where he could sit and plan all day.

Best pray they never let him go.

If they do, the world will soon know.

He is a genius with a twisted mind.

He would destroy all mankind.

He refers to himself as ‘The Brain.’

He never considered he could be insane.

‘Pinky’ is a real close friend of his.

Pinky & the Brain. With a team like this,

you know what they will do each day.

Plot to take over the world, they say.

The Brain is incurable. totally lost.

Pinky follows The Brain at any cost.

I know the day is coming soon.

The Brain will escape all the buffoons.

Or, so he calls them, as a matter of fact.

He says in the brain department, they lack.

When The Brain is turned loose on the world,

with Pinky to do the heavy work in a whirl.

The earth will only have a short time

before The Brain takes over & “Makes it mine.”

But, if they are stopped, never fear.

Tune in next week if you want to cheer.

For Pinky & The Brain will be back again.

Maybe they will succeed then.

—————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Wonderland Nightmare

Wonderland Nightmare

I went out walking & I fell into a hole.

Where I fell to you don’t want to know.

But, I think I will tell you anyway.

This will keep you from going astray.

The hole kept going down, down, down.

Then, my feet touched lightly to the ground.

I looked around. There was light to see.

You wouldn’t believe what was before me.

I saw statues wearing dancing shoes.

There were midgets in little igloos.

I saw a man wearing an iron coat.

He was trying to swim across a moat.

Fire was burning up the sky.

Birds were fixing their own French fries.

Trees were brown & really brittle.

A monkey was seen playing a fiddle.

Cats were dancing on the water.

It was hot enough to cook an otter.

Signs were backwards & upside down.

A politician was dressed up like a clown.

I saw a white rabbit checking a pocket watch.

He did it while he was playing hop scotch.

What was this place? Wonderland?

The Queen Of Hearts had a head in her hand.

This is too crazy to be Wonderland.

I saw a horse talking to a hand.

I saw a waterfall flowing backwards.

The baseball team were all catchers.

A race was run by a tortoise and a turtle.

The hare was nearby jumping hurtles.

“Let me out of here” I screamed.

beanbags flew my way. I was ‘beaned.’

I ran till I saw a drugstore.

I went in and did implore.

“Get me out of here, now.”

“Take this pill. It will taste foul.”

I swallowed it and next I knew.

I was back home in bed with you.

You said “Did you have a bad dream?”

“You woke me up when I heard you scream.”

I told her about it. She said I was nuts.

I felt like she punched me in the guts.

This is a place you never want to go.

Unless you want to lose your soul.

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