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Hop, The Frog / Wild Places

Hop, The Frog

I knew a frog.

His name was Hop.

A friendly frog.

I liked him alot.

One day he ate

my favorite fly.

The sight of that

just made me cry.

Hop was sorry,

but, couldn’t resist.

“I was hungry”,

as he smacked his lips.

“Would you rather

I ate a Gnu?

Or, maybe, chewed

an old shoe?”

“I will be nice

as you will see.

Before you decide

you will eat me.”

At such a thought

I started to shake.

“I wouldn’t eat you

for heaven’s sake.”

Hop then said;

“I’m glad of that,

But, don’t be upset

if I have a snack.”—————-R. W. Johnson—–(2003)

Wild Places

Daily, it seems, our lives were hanging by a thread.

Never twice in the same place to rest our weary heads.

Listening at night, with our hearts full of fright.

Often, running for our lives in the middle of the night.

We searched for wild places.

Places where we can touch the Father’s hand.

We longed for wild places.

Places that are untouched by human hands.

We plan to rebuild the fountains.

Let the gardens spread across the land.

Bring back art, music, poetry, & books.

All the beautiful things that were so grand.

For now, we seek wild places.

Places where we can touch the Father’s hand.

We long for wild places.

For all the rest has been destroyed by man.

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2006)

The Gift

Glowing in the darkness was the gift.

Like shadows glistening in the night.

Bedded down about the “old one” where he sits,

the entire herd was safe in the meager light.

At the first hint of smoke she sprang to action.

Pushing open the door, the horses ran to freedom.

Slowly, with dignity, the horses digging for traction,

She led them up the snowy hill to the “old one.”

The young horses were nervous & gave a whine.

But, calmed as the “old one” came into sight.

She moved up the hill to the safety of the pine

Where the “old one” rested with his wife.

She lay among the animals as one anointed

and gazed at the faces of the “old one” and his wife.

Those she loved she had not disappointed.

Her body, brittle, with the years of her long life.

She was tired from the long climb and her years;

golden eyes filled with tears as she offered her gift.

Because of love, the couples eyes filled with joy & tears.

They shouted their praise and joy for the gift.

The gift of love and devotion until the end.

The bearer of the gift kneeled in praise.

The “old one” accepted the gift from his friend.

He said “May you always be wise in your ways.”

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

Bridge Over Muddy Water

Bridge Over Muddy Water

“Spring water———-Crystal clear.”

She heard him say whenever she was near.

To her it all seemed rather unclear.

One day she asked him to explain.

He said “Muddy water causes such pain.”

“Sometimes it can drive a person insane.”

When she heard this it was a shock.

She had never given it much thought.

But, as she thought, she began to plot.

There has to be a way around

this crystal clear spring water sound.

A bridge is the way she found.

A bridge of friendship kindled right.

Always keep the relationship tight.

The light at the end of the road is bright.

But, it’s easy to lose your way.

Into the cool water, you’ll want to play.

Whether at night, or even day.

Then the water turns muddy.

The relationship gets real cruddy.

You could end up with both all bloody.

—————————————————-R. W. Johnson—-(1999)

Night Trippin

Night Trippin

On one side is the darkness.

On the other is the light.

In the middle is the tightrope

Where humans walk day and night.

I want to walk in the light.

Save the darkness for the lonely nights.

Treading this tightrope doesn’t make it right.

But, I want to make it through the night.

The darkness is evil, envy, and strife.

It makes you want to reject the light.

The light is love, kindness, and bliss.

You can never get enough of this.

I want to walk only in the light.

Save the darkness for the lonely nights.

Treading this tightrope keeps one uptight.

I want to make it through the night.———–R. W. Johnson—-(2011)

Space Exploration

Space Exploration

Sitting here thinking one afternoon.

Why do men want to go to the moon?

Is it the mystery of the big unknown?

That’s how space, the final frontier, is shown.

If man one day reaches the stars.

Will he find out who we really are?

Will he find from where we came?

Will there be others who look the same?

Chances are the answer is no.

The further into space we go

the more we will find questions unanswered.

The more questions that are answered

leads to more questions that then arise.

In the end we may be surprised.

The answers were here all along.

In simple form like they belong.

Look in the Bible and then believe.

Faith will then give you all you need.

The wonders of creation can boggle the mind.

But, the answers have been there all the time.

We can spend eternity exploring it all.

By believing we have been saved from the fall.

God will give you a new heart & eternal life.

Then you’ll have eternity to see all the sights.

That is something worth striving for.

Is God knocking on your door??

If he is answer right away.

Then you will be on your way!!—————–R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

Three Little Pigs!!

Three Little Pigs!!

Have you heard the story of 3 little pigs?

One built his house out of twigs.

Another one simply used straw.

The 3^rd pig was smartest of all.

He built his house out of bricks.

He built it way out in the sticks.

When the wolf finally got to his house

he was so winded he couldn’t shout.

He had blown over the other 2 pigs houses.

They both ran like little scared mouses.

I mean mice but, they ran like hell.

They outran the wolf as well.

They ran to their brothers’ house.

They started pleading like a mouse.

Let us in. The wolf is coming.

He let them in & said “ I’m not running.”

The wolf tried to blow down this house too.

He huffed and puffed till he was blue.

But, he could not blow the house down.

He said “I’ve had it” and he left town.

The wolf was never heard from again.

The pigs yelled “Hooray for them!!.”

The moral of this story is very simple.

I will give you a little hint though.

Pigs that can talk and build houses

are probably worth more than pork!!———R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

Victory!!!

Victory!!!

He stood at the gate to the garden.

A flaming sword was in his hand.

None shall pass beyond this gate.

That was HIS final command.

Many there was who came too late.

Those words causing hearts to harden.

Within the garden was beauty and life.

All wanted to enter and partake.

But, also there was all knowledge.

Making evil possible to create.

This would produce a learning college.

Perpetuating all the evil and strife.

The angel stood his place for eons of time.

Keeping out all who tried to enter.

The flaming sword would stop them all.

They longed to reach the tree in the center.

The tree of life that would save them all.

They plotted a way to achieve this crime.

Then, God wisely removed the garden.

The people were enraged.

They cursed God and called Him heartless.

They were condemned to the grave.

They didn’t want a part of this.

They wanted God to give a pardon.

God sad you must live with the curse.

From Adam you have a sinful nature.

Passed on from generation to generation.

To get a pardon has no place here.

But, I am a God you can have faith in.

I’ll provide a way to lift the curse.

I will send my only Son to take your place.

He will take upon Him all your sins.

He will live a sinless life, yet will die.

He will die to pay the price for sin.

For He loves you is the reason why.

But, death will not hold Him. You are safe.

He will raise again and claim victory over death.

All you need to do is believe in Him.

Know Him intimately and invite Him in.

He will make your heart a home for Him.

He will lead you to victory over sin.

Then you too will have victory over death.

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2012)

Bad Night

Bad Night

We were out just nosing around.

We thought we might have seen a sound.

Two dimensional beings in a fight.

Flattened starlight lit up the night.

Then sun drops fell all around.

Our clothes were dripping with the sound.

We oozed along back to our hole.

We were flying as fast as we could go.

Then we heard TV for awhile.

All the racket made us smile.

It was early so time to stand.

And dream about another land.

I dreamed of a place really bizarre.

To get around I used a car.

People jogged for exercise.

Let me say; I was really surprised.

It was almost like a scary daymare

But, by then, I didn’t care.

Then I awoke, my body all sweaty.

Almost work time. Got to get ready.

So I dragged myself up and said.

“I will never eat pizza again right before bed.”

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

Her Love For Me Never Dies

Her Love For Me Never Dies

I’m on the road the biggest part of the year.

On a tour of one night stands.

I play and sing my songs as people cheer.

The standing ovations are so grand.

Then it’s back to the hotel to spend the night.

Then on the road again the next day.

The planes, trains, rented cars & all the sights.

It makes me so exhausted, come what may.

I come alive when on the stage.

Singing my songs to everyone.

But, at night , I’m so alone & afraid

that she’ll still be there as I carry on.

And her love for me never dies.

I come into town with my suitcase on my shoulder.

My guitar in hand as a taxi , I flag down.

I give directions as to where to pull over.

A place where I can finally put my burdens down.

Her home is up in Los Hadical.

She has a great view of the city.

The view looks almost magical,

in the mornings, when it’s misty.

I knock upon her door & she answers right away.

She jumps into my arms like I was a long lost friend.

She always greets me like this after I’ve been away.

Then, our time apart would instantly mend.

And her love for me never dies.

She is home most of the time.

She makes her living as a writer.

She writes about mystery & crime.

Of course, she’s my favorite writer.

She is high spirited and has an open mind.

We met at one of her book signings.

She recognized me & was oh, so kind.

She listens to my music when she is unwinding.

From that, things developed till now.

Her door is always open to me.

I feel I couldn’t unwind somehow

without her sweetness surrounding me.

And her love for me never dies.

In the evening, I relax upon her couch

and feel her fingers feather soft upon me.

Too long on the road makes me a grouch.

she puts me back together. It’s all for me.

She makes coffee in the morning. Always fresh ground.

Such a lovely sight to see.

Her hair hangs loose. Her robe wrapped loosely around.

She looks so beautiful to me.

We have a week together which goes by way too fast.

I sing a song I wrote that was especially for her.

She was as excited as a kid hoping Christmas will last.

We are lost in each other’s world. Her in mine & I in hers.

And her love for me never dies.

I have never asked her to marry me.

I have often wondered why?

Just not enough time off the road, you see,

to make a commitment try.

Soon the time has come to leave.

A tear rolls down her cheek

She never once has tried to plead.

I get in the taxi looking meek.

She says she will be there when I come again.

I smile and say I am praying for it.

Then off to the one night stands again.

My heart stays with her without regret.

And her love for me never dies.

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

Contemplating

Contemplating

Thinking back, my life is quite a story.

I’ve had lots of girls & small town glories.

I never found my soul mate.

Even though, I’ve had tons of dates.

In high school I was considered a good catch.

A football star with good looks to match.

I played the field and loved it all.

Be they tall or be they small.

In my twenty’s I was in a bar.

With my buddy, we drove his car.

We picked up two girls that night.

What a time. It was out of sight.

I’ve dated friends of friends & others.

I would’ve chosen different if I had my druthers.

A few relationships got serious & lasted awhile.

In the long run I have to smile.

They didn’t work out for this reason or that.

It wasn’t always me that was the rat.

Some have said look inward & I will see.

The problem here lies within me.

Thinking back in retrospect.

That wasn’t always true. What did they expect?

Now that I am older and set in my ways

you would think I could find a match someday.

I’m pretty much an independent guy.

I often speak up. I’m not too shy.

I am not sure I want to be tied down.

Though, I think I have both feet on the ground.

Maybe it’s a fear of giving up control?

Now, I am the man, wherever I go.

Some say I fear the commitment it takes.

Am I afraid I will make mistakes?

Whatever the cause, here I am, single.

I still get the urge to mingle.

But, I think I’m destined to be a bachelor.

Not because I couldn’t catch her.

I hate to be hurt or to hurt others.

Too much emotion smoothers.

Here lies the root of the problem.

Best to keep it casual. Don’t crowd them.

That way no one gets hurt in the end.

I don’t want a lover, I want a friend.

Too bad there wasn’t some way to have both.

Maybe there is. I can’t give up hope.———R. W. Johnson—–(2013)