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Footfalls In My Mind

Footfalls In My Mind

“Ring phone.”—-RING.

“One more time.”

“Come on”—- “Answer,

Crisis line.”

“Hello, —- thank God!

I’m glad you’re there.

You really gave me

quite a scare.”

“Remember me —-?”

“From yesterday?”

“I have to talk

some more today.”

“I feel I’m running

out of time.

I hear his footfalls

in my mind.”

“I don’t go out.

I cannot eat.

At night, I scream

myself to sleep.”

“I can’t sleep now,

though I’m in bed.

I hear his footfalls

in my head.”

“I know you think

he doesn’t exist.

But, I know different.

I’ve felt his fist.”

“He’ll come bustin

thru the door,

cuss me out an

call me a ‘whore’.”

“He’ll walk over

and slap my face.

Then, kick me all

around the place.”

“He’ll tie me nude

into a chair.

Then, run his fingers

thru my hair.”

“If I yell,

or act upset,

he’ll burn me with

a cigarette.”

“What happens next,

I can’t talk about.

But, —- I know

a sure way out.”

“I have a gun

with me in bed.

I’m going to shoot

him in the head.”

“Don’t say what

I shouldn’t do.

You don’t know

what I’ve been through.”

“Wait!! —-Listen,

I think he’s near.

I hear his footfalls

in my ears.”

“Hello, —- Hello.

“Are you still there?”

Nothing but, silence

in the air.

BANG!!

“Hello again. —-

Yeah, —- it’s me.

I said it would work.

Now, you can see.”

“’It’s the police’,

I think he said,

before I shot him

in the head.”

“Now, at last,

I can be free.

He’ll no longer

bother me.”

“I shot him good.

I know he’s dead.

But,? —- I hear

his footfalls in my head.”

BANG!!

“Hello!!, —- Hello!!

Are you still there?”

Only silence

in the air. ———————–R. W. Johnson—–(2011)

The Little Knight Overcomes ‘Evil’

The Little Knight Overcomes ‘Evil’

The little knight was dreaming again.

Once again, the ‘evil’ was after him.

The little knight would make a stand.

“I will defeat this ‘evil’,— if I can.”

The little knight had no idea what to do.

The ‘evil ‘was after him. This he knew.

What exactly was this ‘evil’ thing?

Something in his mind began to ring.

Maybe the ‘evil’ was really sin.

It was coming after him.

But, everyone has to deal with sin?

There was only one way that he could win.

He surrendered himself to Christ.

He trusted God with all his might.

Then, suddenly, the ‘evil’ was there.

It seemed to be around him everywhere.

He held up a Bible and a crucifix.

Said “In the name of Jesus be gone quick.”

The little knight awoke with a jerk.

He was shaking & sweat soaked his shirt.

He knew exactly what he must do.

He knelt & prayed like in a pew.

He asked forgiveness for his sins..

He accepted the Lord as his God within.

After that his ‘nightmares’ stopped.

The ‘evil’ was gone from his thoughts.

The little knight praised the Lord day & night.

He was precious in the Lord’s sight.

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

The Mystery Solved

The Mystery Solved

The little knight drew his sword.

He checked the oak door . A solid core.

But, it seemed to be unlocked.

He didn’t fly off half cocked.

He did step in ready to fight.

What he saw was a scary sight.

There stood a wizard with a long white beard.

The black clothes & cape with stars was weird. The wizard turned & saw the knight.

The wizard’s stare was a dreadful fright.

He said ”You dare to come here to my lair?”

“You will pay for this, I swear.”

“I will cause you to lose your job.”

“Next, will be your house. That’s not odd.’

“Your horse will be gone. Maybe your wife.”

“Don’t come closer or you’ll lose your life.”

“You will be in the soup line for your meals”

“They might drag you to jail by your heels”

The little knight was fuming at these words.

“I’ll put an end to you and yours!!”

The little knight screamed as he prepared to charge

The little knight awoke screaming.

Sheets were in a knot & he was leaning.

Bent way over off the bed.

Pain was running through his head.

“What happened?” his wife asked him.

The little knight was scratching his chin.

“It was an evil wizard is all I know”

“He was going to take it all. Even my soul.”

They had no idea what it meant.

They tried their best to forget the event.

Later that day the mail came.

A letter from the IRS in name.

It said we will be auditing you.

The little knight said “Looks like we are threw.”

“Now we know who the wizard is.”

“It’s the IRS and we are his.”

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

The Mystery Continues

The Mystery Continues

The little knight was on his usual patrol.

Then something touched his very soul.

He started heading into unknown woods.

Should he go on? He didn’t know if he could.

This was way off his usual area to check.

He was nervous, but what the heck.

His job was to protect the realm

He kept things safe when at the helm.

The woods grew very dark & dense.

He never saw a single fence.

Then, up ahead, he saw the tower.

Nothing around but brambles & bowers.

It was a cold, dark, eerie place.

He felt a cold sweat on his face.

The tower was very high.

The top reached way up into the sky.

He searched all around for a door.

When he could almost search no more

he found what may be a way in.

Very fine lines on the outer trim.

Shaped like a small narrow door.

It extended down to the floor.

He used his blade to pry in a crack.

He heard a creak & he jumped back.

This narrow door swung in.

Thank God the little knight was thin.

He slipped into the doorway at last.

On the wall hung a torch held fast.

He lit the torch & went up the hall.

It was narrow space & not very tall.

It went round & round at a gradual slope.

Funny this place didn’t have a moat.

Only briers & brambles he cut through.

Why it was here, he hadn’t a clue.

He kept going on for a very long time.

It was becoming quite a climb.

The little knight felt that something was wrong.

How much longer could this climb go on?

Then he came to a thick oak door.

It had thick metal hinges, and more.

Light was shining under the door.

It was so bright it made his eyes sore.

The little knight could feel waves of evil.

It was flowing out like slippery eels.

The knight braced himself to rush in.

He awoke with a start.

He could hear the pounding of his heart.

His first such dream in years.

His wife was beside him almost in tears.

He had scared her with his trashing around.

She wanted to know where they were bound?

If he dreamed it usually meant trouble.

She didn’t want to burst his bubble.

But, what else could she think?

The little knight got water from the sink.

The little knight always did his part.

He fought evil from the start.

But, this dream was different, it seemed.

Neither of them knew what it could mean?

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Highstorm’s Revenge

Highstorm’s Revenge

The stormwind is blowing. A highstorm is on the way.

The stormwall darkens. Lighting strikes starting to play.

We must find shelter. If not, we will die.

No one survives when the storm is high.

A highstorm comes every week or so.

From where they come no one knows.

There is much that we must learn.

To know such knowledge is all I yearn.

The magic buried deep in the ground.

The Spirit life that is all around.

You could be killed by plant or beast.

Not to mention highstorms from the East.

No one has returned that went East to see

where the highstorms came to be.

Their power exudes from precious stones.

Glowing bright , each color their own.

They give light to the world at night.

Things look scary in their eerie light.

All life is based on the power that thrives.

When a highstorm does arise.

The highstorm, itself, is always deadly.

But, after the storm, during the waning eddy,

there is power that fuels the magic here.

So strong and powerful that all should fear.

A few have tried to tap into it’s source.

But, few have managed to stay the course.

If I can just tap into that power.

I will rule the very hour.

I will take revenge on my x friend

who stole my girl; his life will end.

I will zap him into dust.

His armor won’t even have time to rust.

Suddenly he is startled by a boom.

Lightning flashed across his room.

The little knight had been dreaming again.

About how to get even with his friend.

The dream was gone but, the aching went on.

How much longer will this go on.

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

Revenge At Last

Revenge At Last

Finally, his day had come.

The little knight would be the one.

He stood before his massive army.

He said ”They will never harm me”

“They will harm no one again.”

“For today victory is ours.” “ WE WILL WIN.”

The leader of the enemy army was “him.”

The one who had stolen his girlfriend.

For years, he had hunted them down.

Hoping just to crush the clowns.

Once “he” had been his best friend.

Till “he” stole his girlfriend.

Now they both will be put down.

Buried deep within the ground.

The horn was blown. The charge began.

They stood strong man to man.

Dust, screams, blood, and bodies fell.

Each man fought like they were in hell.

The little knight was feeling sick.

Suddenly he was vomiting in a bedpan.

Sweating, he tried to steady his hand.

He was very sick with the flu.

Three days now that he knew.

Even while deathly sick.

He still had dreams of ending it.

Will he ever get over losing her.

He just didn’t know for sure.——————R.W. Johnson——(2011)

Little Knight Dreams Again

Little Knight Dreams Again

The brave little knight had a job to do.

Clean up the town for me and you.

the word he wanted had finally come down.

They were holed up in the town.

He had dreamed of this day for years.

The thought of victory brought him tears.

The one who once was his best friend.

Till he stole his love from him.

The travesty had broke his heart.

He swore revenge that night in the dark.

The two lovers were still together.

Once they were gone he’d feel better.

He planned his attack for that night.

Until then he kept them in his sight.

He would take them out together.

the more they begged the better.

Then, suddenly he came wide awake.

Another dream leaving it’s ache.

How much longer must he suffer this loss?

He had to get even no matter what cost.

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

Day Mares

Day Mares

The brave little knight was on the move.

His shining armor sparkled as he moved.

He crept along from bush to tree.

Moving closer so he could see.

From his perch upon a knoll

he could see the home of the troll.

The troll that stole his love away.

Revenge would be his today.

He would wait till dark to make his move.

His anger itching to be soothed.

The nasty troll was his best friend.

He thought he would be till the end.

Till the day he stole his love.

He vowed by all the Gods above.

He would get them for what they did.

After darkness, down the hill he slid.

As he approached he laughed within.

He would catch them in their den.

As he got ready to break in the door.

“Dinner is ready” called his mother.

He was in bed under the covers.

He had been dreaming again.

Will this nightmare ever end?—————–R.W. Johnson—– (2011)

Halloween Haunting

Halloween Haunting

Day after day

I passed by the Vineyard Country Inn.

I cannot say

what it was that made me stop in.

This Inn was old.

It had been deserted for years.

Today, I felt bold.

Probably courage helped by a few beers.

As I drew near

the Inn itself seemed to coax me on.

With a hint of fear

I felt like turning & ‘color me gone’.

But, I went on.

I stepped on the porch and heard a squeal.

I stopped still.

I was ready to spin on my heel.

I had no will.

Then, I saw the step made the squeal.

I tried the door.

With a shudder it opened with a squeal.

There, on the floor.

Was odd looking tracks as if made by a wheel.

A mystery to see.

Like made by a unicycle rode by a clown.

What could it be?

There was no sign of anyone around.

Should I go in?

Should I leave this place, never to return?

Curiosity won again.

My desire to solve this mystery burned.

I go inside.

The single wheel track goes to the left.

Stepping with pride,

I follow the trail that might lead to death.

Near the wall

I find a deep dish pizza pan upside down.

But, that’s not all.

The pan said: PIZZA HUT We deliver all over town.

—————————————————–R. W. Johnson—– (2010)

Halloween Games

Halloween Games

It was a foggy trick or treat night.

We stayed close to keep in sight.

The night had been good to us so far.

We had enough candy to fill a car.

Just one more house up ahead.

The one that was haunted, people said.

It was the mansion behind the cemetery.

To say it was spooky was quite contrary.

We were a little slow with our approach.

The lawn was thick like walking on mulch.

After a double dog dare I banged the knocker.

We heard a squeak like a broken down rocker.

Then, the sound of feet shuffling along.

If we weren’t so scared we would have been gone.

We heard a deadbolt being thrown.

Then we heard another moving with a grown.

Slowly the door creaked as it was opened.

A dark figure stood there and hadn’t spoken.

A woman in black with a hood over her head

stood facing us . She smelled like she was dead.

She looked down and I saw her face.

She looked like a witch with skin like paste.

“Trick or treat” we stammered out.

Our bags were shaking that we held out.

“So, you wanna play a trick on ole Joyce”,

she said with a high scratchy voice.

“No mamm, it’s Halloween” I managed to say.

She said” Well, come on in. I have a game we can play.”

“If you win you will get a treat.”

“If you lose I will get something to eat.”

She pulled us in & slammed the door with a cackle.

“Go in to my parlor now before it’s midnight.”

“That’s the bewitching hour when we ‘treat’ kids right.”

We were all too scared to worry about loot.

We were almost peeing in our boots.

“The game goes like this. Three of you get 3 guesses.”

“That’s one guess each. Don’t make any messes.”

“You have to guess my name.”

“If you do you win the game.”

“You are first. Let’s hear your guess?”

“Joyce?” Joey said in a voice that was his best.

“Wrong” she yelled. “I knew that would lead you astray.”

She looked at Peter to see what he’d say?

“Rumplestiltskin” he finally gasped out.

She roared with laughter shaking all about.

“Nice try kid but, that’s strike two.”

Looking at me she said “Now, I want to hear from you.”

I happened to see an envelope sitting on a stand.

I remember the name printed on it by hand.

Along with the address of this place.

I took a chance and said to her face.

“You’re Ms. Haddie Hinklebow”

Her eyes opened big and she stared with a scowl

“Now, how did you know that?.” she asked.

“I saw a letter as I went by” I gasped.

She shook her head and said “You win.”

She gave each of us a sack of candy and gold .

She said “Come again next year if you are bold.”

We ran like hell and never went back.

Years later we include the story in our Halloween sacks

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