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The Immortals

The Immortals

He led a life like Dorian Gray.

His tomorrows were his today.

There was no portrait of him.

His long life was about to begin.

He had lived through centuries.

His date of birth none would believe.

He had lived to see it all.

The Roman beginning & the fall.

The middle ages, he lived through.

The time of enlightenment, he saw too.

He helped start the industrial age.

But, he never took center stage.

He always stayed out of the lime light.

Too much attention made him uptight.

There were too many questions to answer.

It is true,—– he was a great dancer.

He was good at a plethora of things.

Most of these, he didn’t want seen.

It would draw attention to him.

So, often, he made sure he didn’t win.

He was an immortal, that much he knew.

He never knew another till he met you.

He had his suspicions, that much was true.

When he knew for sure, he wasn’t cruel.

It was 200 years later, yet he knew her.

It was his only past love. He knew for sure.

He could never forget her look, her smell.

She knew immediately it was him as well.

Quick explanations cleared the air.

Before it was more than either could bare.

She knew of no other immortal either.

Neither could guess how long they would be here.

Their 2nd meeting happened in the 17^th century.

They have never separated since this entry.

She had been around almost as long as him.

Yet, they both remained 25 since who knows when.

They are still together today, you know.

They move & start over every 25 years or so.

This is all so, to others, it won’t show.

They are immortal, as far as they know.

They have had kids along the way.

Guess what? They are still here today.

Immortality is catching on, it seems.

Yet, the kids also, keep a low scene.

None of them know if they are alone.

None knew why immortality is their own.

The kids decided to make it their work.

They became researchers into the quirk.

They haven’t found any answers yet.

But, there is a lot more info they can get.

Sometimes, it feels like they are close.

But, nothing yet, of which they can boast.

Yet, they live on year after year.

They never regret, nor have any fear.

They would like all to be like them.

That is one he would be happy to win.

——————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

World’s Mysteries Revealed

World’s Mysteries Revealed

The mysteries of the world are coming to a head.

Many unbelievable things will soon be made known.

Proof that a ‘bigfoot’ type being isn’t dead.

The Loch Ness Monster will finally be shown.

Planet ‘X’ will be shown to exist.

Ancient aliens will be proven beyond doubt.

The ‘hollow earth’ story will have a twist.

If Santa was real, we all could shout.

Alien abduction will be found to be true.

Cattle mutilations will be explained.

Crop circles will have meaning for you.

The Easter Island mystery will not be lame.

Moth man will finally land.

Fairies will be found to be alive.

Unicorns will march in a marching band.

Killer bees will mutate in their hives.

Time travel will no longer be a myth.

Parallel worlds will become common place.

The Holy Ark will be shown to exist.

Noah’s Ark will prove to be a special case.

The Illuminati will make themselves known.

Magic will be shown to be real.

Donald Duck will get a “Qucakland” of his own.

Humpty Dumpty will slip on a potato peel.

Jack from ‘The Box’ will punch Ronald McDonald

In an attempt to knock the sesame seeds off his buns.

The farm will be sold & profits given to widow McDonald.

Momma Cass will be shown to have weighed a ton.

Rumors will fly about ‘another’ land down under.

Obama’s birth certificate will suddenly appear.

Wile E. Coyote will finally catch the Road Runner.

Each day, in Los Angeles, the sky will be clear.

Predators & Aliens from movie fame

will be found to actually exist.

They will be buddies in more than name.

Finally, if you believe any of this

I have a bridge I would like to sell you.

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

Mysterious Cavern

Mysterious Cavern

There is something I want you to see.

Won’t you come along with me?

There are some caverns near here.

Don’t worry. There’s nothing to fear.

It’s up the hill behind this place.

Lots of woods conceals its trace.

I found it the other day while hiking.

It’s a nice cavern. Just to my liking.

But, what’s in it is what you must see.

You won’t believe it just listening to me.

Just a little further through the woods.

There’s the hill. I would fly up if I could.

We can make it up this little trail.

It’s scary but, we can make it without fail.

Take this light. It’s dark inside.

It would make a cool place to hide.

Watch your step. It’s a little slick.

Be careful. Make the best of it.

There! Up ahead. See that arch form!

It is not natural. It’s not even worn.

Other lime formations show their age.

The arch is new. Recently made.

It looks like it’s from another world.

See the way the edges are curled.

Suddenly the arch began to brighten.

The open center began to lighten.

Then, something stepped out of the light.

We began to shake with fright.

We jumped behind a large stalagmite.

We watched the creature walk out of sight.

The light in the arch dimmed & went out.

It was awhile before we moved about.

I tossed a small stone through the arch.

Nothing happened. That gave us a start.

We decided to get the hell out.

We didn’t want to move about.

Whatever it was that suddenly appeared.

Was definitely something to be feared.

We will come back another time.

With proper equipment & frame of mind.

We’ll bring protection & more help.

Others will find out how we felt.

We will find out just what is going on.

You’ll come to. Right? Or am I wrong?

———————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

The Battle Against The Gods

The Battle Against The Gods

I could feel something happening near me.

Strange gods drinking from the Well Of Shadows.

I drew Tryfling, (my sword), bringing power to see.

I summoned the ‘rapture of vision’ with a rattle.

All around the Well of Shadows they were.

The strange gods in various manifestations

Bound with dark webs of talic force inferred.

They wanted the impulse clouds, it was indicated.

Impulse clouds in the Well Of Shadows drew them.

They thrived & grew strong from the clouds.

Their ability to manipulate time, space, & dimensions

increased when they could feed, if allowed.

I could not let this happen at any cost.

Only I had the ability to stop them.

We had fought before & I had lost.

But, I learned enough to now, maybe, win.

Strange gods like Death, Wisdom, Cruelty, Mercy,

Loyalty, Stupidity, Justice, Chaos, and War.

Others, who were unknown to me, I could see.

They all needed to be stopped to even the score.

I cut into the webs of talic with Tryfling.

I severed all the webs, leaving them unbound.

I felt nothing. Not even like crying.

The strange gods were alone, looking all around.

The strange gods were unbound now.

They took on their most terrifying aspects.

I sliced the head off the most powerful cow.

Death’s manifestation fell to the ground in ashes.

Dismayed, the rest fled to different time/space loci.

The sky brightened. Peace came over the land.

I hope to never face them again.——Oh my!!.

Life goes on but, I fear, again they may need my hand.

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

The Legend Of Robin Hood

The Legend Of Robin Hood

Robin Hood was a sly little fellow.

He would rob from the rich & give to the poor.

His band of ‘merry men’ were pretty mellow.

He became a thief to even the score.

The Sherriff was oppressing the peons.

Taxing them way beyond reason.

King Richard had been gone for eons.

He would be back in due season.

He would not stand for such oppression.

The Sherriff would get his neck stretched.

Meantime, Robin Hood took possession

of all the money the Sherriff had fetched.

Robin had one thing going for him.

It was his skill with a longbow.

He could shoot a bow like Cupid’s twin.

His long shots had never gone low.

The Sherriff wanted Robin’s head.

He couldn’t roust him from Sherwood Forrest.

So, he held a contest, instead.

The best archer would win, of course.

There was a big cash prize offered.

Robin couldn’t resist such a competition.

The money was taken from the tax coffers.

Robin wanted to win to make redemption.

Robin disguised himself as a common beggar.

He registered for the contest. He had a bow.

The contest started and there were wagers.

The final two would shoot a longbow.

It was the Sherriff’s best archer against

the strange beggar, who was very good.

The archer hit dead center & kissed his wench.

The beggar’s arrow split the archer’s wood.

Such a shot, no one had ever seen.

To split another’s arrow at such a distance,

could only mean the beggar wasn’t who he seemed.

He, grabbed the prize & avoided resistance.

All realized it was Robin Hood.

He threw the prize money to the poor.

The Sherriff was doing all he could.

Yet, Robin made it out the door

He got away and the Sherriff looked the fool.

Robin & his men were hero’s of the poor.

The Sherriff planned things that were really cruel.

Before long King Richard returned from the war.

He was informed of the total situation.

The Sherriff was arrested and hung.

Robin was pardoned with elation.

Maid Marion & Robin became as one.

So ends my prose of Robin Hood.

True or legends, he is still a hero.

One who goes around doing good.

Most people think of him as real.

—————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

In The Time Of Magic

In The Time Of Magic

I am a time traveler. I travel forward or back.

Anyone can do it, if you have the knack.

You don’t need a special machine to go.

Just a good imagination for the show.

I went back to the mid-evil ages.

Knights, castles, & really poor wages.

But, there was one thing not here today.

It was magic. Powerful magic, I would say.

There was white magic & black magic too.

There were wizards and witches mixing brew.

Some were evil and some were good.

Some would kill you where you stood.

It was scary to hear all the magical talk.

If you talk the talk, you must walk the walk.

If you tried to get a wizard for hire,

he might burn you with wizard’s fire.

They worked for themselves, not for others.

They would probably fry their own mothers.

Those that used white magic were usually witches.

But, they could be a warlock & burn your britches.

What I am trying to say.

Magic is not for play.

Those who used it knew their stuff.

They didn’t share this with others much.

If one takes you under his wing.

You would be an acolyte, or some such thing.

You start at the bottom & work your way up.

Till you knew enough to drink from the cup.

The wizard would train you to his way of thinking.

You would reflect his actions right down to winking.

If you learned enough, you might go on your own.

You would then use all that you had been shown.

They all guard their craft with all their might.

No use ever getting up tight.

If a witch or wizard does things in his own way,

it’s not much different than some people today.

I learned what little I could.

Then, returned home, like I knew I would.

I found right off. Magic doesn’t work today.

I am sure there has got to be a better way.

But, I still have my imagination.

What a way to take a vacation.

Just imagine whatever you want.

And, wham! You’re ready to romp.

———————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

GMO’s: Blessing, Or Curse?

GMO’s: Blessing, Or Curse?

After dinner one night, I fell asleep.

I had a dream I want to keep.

I dreamed about GMO’s

Food changes to make things grow.

Genetically altered food.

Not really much better than glue.

At first, people just got sick.

Later, deformities were the risk.

There were freaks running everywhere.

A real scary thing,—- I declare.

Little babies, bug eyed, and deformed.

Makes you wish that they weren’t born.

People with tumor type growths

on their bodies were really gross.

Think of the worst you can imagine.

Then double that and add a cannon.

They look like they were shot from one.

Right into a brick wall , not for fun.

A real mess, I am trying to say.

Not the kind of place to stay.

Those who didn’t die from diabetes,

heart disease, cancer, or intestinal acities

were deformed worse than ever.

Yet, Monsanto was very clever.

People still ate the GMO’s like mad.

Monsanto said the problems were bad.

But, GMO’s were not the cause for sure.

Just ask the government for a cure.

I awoke screaming out loud.

I vowed organic only would be allowed

in our house from that day forward.

I thank God for the dream He ordered

sent to me to save our lives.

Before you eat GMO’s, think twice.

———————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Wolf Sees More In A Man

Wolf Sees More In A Man

He was a kindly, little, old, nature loving man.

He was out in the woods looking for mushrooms. .

He was down on his knees checking out the land.

Wolves caught his sent and found him real soon.

They surrounded him before he was aware.

The pack leader slowly approached the man.

He saw the wolf and could only stare.

The pack leader sniffed, then backed away, turned & ran.

He gave a howl and the other wolves followed.

The man couldn’t believe what just happened.

Thank God, the wolves didn’t want his raw bones.

He gathered the mushrooms in his lap then.

Then, he walked back to where his car remained.

About 2 months later he was back in the woods.

He heard a wolf crying, like it was in pain.

He found a pup, who would run away, if he could.

He couldn’t. His leg was in a trap & was broken.

The man freed the pup and carried him away.

In his car he had a brace. It was a real token.

Just the right size to fix the whelp’s leg today.

He fixed up the pup & returned him to the place.

He thought the pup could get home from there.

He made sure the trap wasn’t set, just in case.

He didn’t realize the wolves were all aware.

They watched everything he had done.

They saw that he had helped the little whelp.

They remembered that he was the one.

The one the pack leader decided to help.

A week later, he was back in the woods.

The wolves surrounded him like before.

He raised his hands up, knowing he should.

The pack leader approached once more.

He sniffed, then licked the man’s hand.

Then gave a small growl like a meow.

Then, he turned and left the man.

He gave a small yip, then a growl.

All the wolves followed the leader.

He was left scratching his head.

It seemed he had nothing to fear.

It seemed to him that God had led.

It was the pack leader’s pup he helped.

The pack leader sensed this from the first.

He knew this man was not a whelp.

Sure enough, his senses were not a curse.

God gives all animals what they use.

God knew the man would help the pup.

His wisdom gave the wolf all the cues.

This was a man to save, not rip up.

————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

“The Terror”

“The Terror”

The wind blows across the ice floes.

The ship is frozen in solid. It’s as far as it goes.

This Northwest Passage is impossible to sail.

We just sit here and hear the wind wail.

We have been frozen in for two months.

There is not enough food to eat lunch.

We are down to one meal a day.

There is no more food on the way.

A decision must be reached.

Some one has to go for relief.

Set out across the frozen waste.

They must travel with much haste.

So, a few were selected to Make the trek

They may die but, what the heck.

To not go means death for sure.

To be frozen is not an attractive lure.

There are rumors about ‘The Terror.’

The name given to something out there.

It can be heard out on the frozen waste.

Waiting, to have a human to taste.

No one knows just what it looks like.

Some kind of pre-historic, ugly type.

Something big with very sharp teeth.

It is hungry for something to eat.

The rescue team has gone away.

Yet, “The Terror,’ seems to stay.

We don’t know if we will last

We keep guard from the mast.

Time drags on and we grow weaker.

Soon,—– we will meet the creature.

We say our prayers and make our peace.

We’ll do all we can to avoid its teeth.

One man from the rescue team survived.

Help was sent. Hoping to find them alive.

Every man they found on board was dead.

Ripped apart and eaten alive, it was said.

A Northwest Passage was never found.

Every ship would be frozen or run aground

in the most severe conditions known to man.

Not to mention, “The Terror,” still rules that land.

————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

The Watchers

The Watchers

I was walking down a country road.

Enjoying the view, resting my load.

Then, I looked up in the sky.

A UFO caught my eye.

It came slowly down.

Then hovered, just off the ground.

I went over for a closer look.

I heard a rumble & the ground shook.

A blue light came down & covered me.

Next, I was in the air above the trees.

I was taken up inside the ship.

Next I knew, I was in, like a slip.

Three big eyed creatures surrounded me.

Big head, no ears, & a slit of a mouth, you see.

They were short, about three feet tall.

They spoke inside my head. What gall.

Mental telepathy, it seemed to be.

They wanted to know all about me.

I wanted to know about them to.

There was nothing I could do.

After awhile, I was communicating well.

They understood all, from what I could tell.

They said they have observed our race for a millennium.

They wondered why we couldn’t get it in our craniums.

A pretense for violence is wrong.

We could all end up dead and totally gone.

Self annihilation, they think it is called.

I asked them about their cattle mutilations?

They said it was another alien nation.

There is more than us who are watchers.

I said too bad they weren’t helpful, like doctors.

A treaty in place prevents direct intervention.

Although, this did not reduce the tension.

I wondered what was the sense of it all?

Most races wanted earth to answer the call.

What call are you referring to?

The call to join the universal community pool.

To be one race among the many others.

That stretch across the galaxies, one to another.

Many, many planets have races that are coming of age.

They will soon be ready to join the universal stage.

To obtain this we must stop warring with our fellow man.

At least, that is the general plan.

All races seem to reach a point in their growth

where they will self destruct or overcome & promote

the wellbeing of everyone and all others.

Think of everyone as a sister or brother.

Then, they are ready to leave their earth.

To expand into space, for what it is worth.

To become part of the universal community.

To live in peace and harmony.

That final step is up to us

Does the human race have the stuff?

All we can do is wait and see.

The ‘watchers’ hope we will learn to be free.

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