Fantasy – Page 35 – Word Smith Wisdom

The Terrorist’s Son

The Terrorist’s Son

Good morning America. How are you?

Don’t ya know me? I’m a terrorist’s son.

You don’t know me, but, you soon will.

There’ll be 500 dead fore the day is done.

Riding on the train they call Glory Bound.

I’m planning my big day in the news.

I’m doing all my work in the club car.

Just how to pull it off without any clues.

The people drinking their beers

and the people who shed no tears.

Will be in for a big surprise just about dawn.

They will have their beers cut short.

By a loud reverberating report.

Loud enough to deafen all their ears.

Two old duffs playing cribbage in the club car.

A penny a point. No one’s keeping score.

25 bags of mail in the mail car.

Will go right up in flames and be no more.

This train is definitely Glory Bound.

There will be no survivors, that’s for sure.

Only parts of passengers will be found.

America, I think it’s time for a cure.

The people drinking their beers

and the people who shed no tears.

Will be in for a big surprise just about dawn.

They will have their beers cut short.

By a loud reverberating report.

Loud enough to deafen all their ears.

As we pull into the crowded city station.

Hundreds are waiting just to get on board.

They won’t have to be too long awaiting.

I exit just before the entering hoard.

I get safely far enough away.

I have my cell phone in hand ready to use.

As the train starts to pull away

I punch out a number & blow up all the fools.

The people drinking their beers

and the people who shed no tears .

will be in for a big surprise just about dawn.

They will have their beers cut short.

By a loud reverberating report.

Loud enough to deafen all their ears.

I slip away in all the panic that ensues.

People screaming & running everywhere.

The club car has disappeared is news

that spreads fast with rumors to spare.

Someone did this horrible deed.

No one has a clue who it might be.

But, they will know when they read

the message I sent to the paper for all to see.

You have been weighed in the balances

and found wanting—–A terrorist’s son.

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

Ode To The Golden Dolphin

Ode To The Golden Dolphin

Late at night when most souls sleep

there is a meeting of the minds.

What they share is for them to keep.

They keep close track of their time.

But, The Dolphin never gave man

Insight to what he has in mind.

His thoughts are far above man.

His deeds are always kind.

The Dirty Old Men do their job.

They pull certain men together.

Some may find their job odd.

They are laymen of a feather.

So, please believe in The Brotherhood.

As it moves slowly through time.

Only the elite of men who stood

can reside there all the time.

Ask the Imperial Wizard.

He will guide you into light.

His gift is brilliance, a blizzard

of intellectual thoughts of right.

Dolphinia is a land of dolphins.

A place of eternal light.

The home of The Golden Dolphin.

The one who makes all things right.

Come with me to a wonderful land.

A land of peace and dolphins.

A land with beaches of sand.

A place with no liberal men.

Leave behind all the wars, hate,

baby killers, and liberal waste.

Live a life of luxury and make

peace with your soul with haste.—————R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

Dream Lovers

Dream Lovers

I saw the thing coming out of the sky.

It had two sets of wings & 3 big eyes.

It was the size of a Mini Cooper.

I didn’t have that big of a scooper.

It flew in a circle then it came down.

It’s cheeks were rosy. It looked like a clown.

“Take me to your girlfriend” it squeaked out.

In a voice so low I told it to shout.

“What do you want with her?” I yelled.

“She looks like the type that should be held.”

“Not by you, you horror movie reject.”

“Hey, I came a long way. Show some respect.”

“What are you?”, I curiously asked.

“A Cupid under a curse.” it answered at last.

“Where do you come from?” I asked again.

“A place where lovers always win.”

I yelled out “Oh no you don’t.”

“Not with my girl you won’t.”

“She’s not breaking that curse for you..”

“If she does then we are threw.”

“Let’s ask her” he said with a smile.

“Looks like I’m gonna be here awhile.”

“She’ll be scared of a freak like you.’

“Not after what I’m gonna do.”

“What exactly do you have in mind?”

“Treat her right then she will be mine.”

“I’m gonna treat her like a lady.”

“She’ll fall for me & I don’t mean maybe.”

I lunged for him and I fell out of bed.

I was dizzy for a while. I landed on my head.

Then I realized it was all a dream.

I got dressed and drove like a fiend.

Straight to my girlfriends place.

I rushed to her door like it was a race.

I hugged her like I never have before.

I said she was all I wanted and nothing more.

She was a lady & I would treat her like one.

Always, when serious or having fun.

She said ”What’s come over you?”

“I realize that I love you. Isn’t that cool?”

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

The Odd Couple

The Odd Couple

Well, there you go again. Saying I’m a looser.

Just because I don’t want to do it your way.

All you need to know is that I’m not a snoozer.

I won’t miss the opportunity to play.

We go round and round about the same thing.

Why must it always be your way?

We need to look at what we both bring.

We both need to have our say.

Rulers only listen when they are losing.

Otherwise, they always get their way.

Lovers will still love if they are losing.

But, they are better if they have their say.

The day will start out fine with plans you made.

But, let me change just one little thing.

All of a sudden, you’re done with the charade.

Lightning strikes again into our fling.

You will not see any view but your own.

Rational arguments is like spitting into the wind.

They come back twisted & hurt to the bone.

This is definitely coming to a rapid end..

Rulers only listen when they are losing.

Otherwise, they always get their way.

Lovers will still love if they are losing.

But, they are better if they have their say.

After a month or two of not seeing you.

You still will not discuss the problem.

You must think no one can see through you.

But, this does not bring a solution.

After all is said and done, it’s sad.

The good times were some of the very best.

But, they don’t outweigh the bad.

Even so, I don’t think of you any less.

Rulers only listen when they are losing.

Otherwise, they always get their way.

Lovers will still love if they are losing.

But, they are better if they have their say.

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

An ‘Acid Trip’ Outing

An ‘Acid Trip’ Outing

I told her not to go there

but, there are people that she knows there..

It’s a wild nightclub on the edge of town.

The women going in there looked like clowns.

The band is really happenen

as the dancers try for action.

The fiddler keeps on fiddling.

He was only fair to middling.

There’s drinking and there’s dancing.

Not the best place to find romance in.

Most people get hammered & float on by.

The Johnny Walker wisdom’s running high.

Well, I swear it happened just like this.

A sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss.

The gates of love; they budged an inch.

I can’t say much has happened since.

Most people are getting plastered

till someone there spilled acid.

The whole darn place went crazy twice.

Once for the devil and once for Christ.

The women tore their blouses off.

The men, they danced on the polka dots.

It’s partner found and partner lost.

They would grab another at any cost.

Now things are getting pretty tight.

Then we were blinded in the light.

The boss don’t like these dizzy heights.

He said that’s it for you tonight.

It’s closing time.———————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

A Deja Vu Happening

A Déjà Vu Happening

It happened again tonight when I saw you.

One more incident of déjà vu.

It has happened before when I’m with you.

What is causing this déjà vu?

I am thinking, in a past life

you were the love of my life.

You were my soul mate.

This way, I can relate.

My love for you transcends the grave.

To you my heart and soul I gave.

I know you feel the same about me.

Together our love can be set free.

There is no bounds or limits here.

Our love reaches to the stratosphere.

I die each day when you are gone.

I am reborn when you come along.

I’ve stretched our love till it is taut.

To play a love song when I want.

Our love will stretch but it won’t tear.

I am bound to you from anywhere.

We will transcend this mortal life.

We will race among the stars at night.

We will slide down rainbows bright.

We will always know that it is right.

Me into you and you into me.

That is how it will always be.

No one else will matter to me.

We will be together for eternity.————–R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

I Followed Her To Denver

I Followed HerTo Denver

I followed her to Denver.

It got cold there in the winter.

She said she’d never been there.

I don’t know who or what sent her.

I followed her to Tucson.

It got hot there in the summer.

How long now had she been gone?

Being here is a real bummer.

I followed her to Charleston.

It was nice there in the autumn.

She asked if she could borrow ten.

If I’d known, I could have bought them.

I followed her to Seattle.

It was wet there in the spring.

It was good for all the cattle.

All the grass was very green.

I followed her to Napa.

Good weather there all year around.

I guess I’m gonna hafta

ask her to finally settle down.

It’s great here in the city.

Good food, wine and the arts.

The vineyards are very pretty.

the grapes hauled in on carts.

We finally made a commitment.

We were married in the spring.

And to think I almost didn’t

follow her. It was quite a thing.—————-R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

You Belong To Me

You Belong To Me

Nature never did give wolves telepathy.

Nothing they didn’t already have.

And blue was the color of serenity.

Not the tropic of Sir Galahad.

So, when you see the tree.

When it’s bending down, down, down.

Birds are scared.

Flying all around, round, round.

Oh, can’t you see?

You belong to me.

White, wind blowing, covering all.

Changing the landscape endlessly.

Nothing changes it’s endless call.

It is total serenity.

No one comes. no one goes.

Is there anyone?

No one knows.

No one to ever have any fun.

That’s the way they say it goes.

So, can’t you see?

You belong to me.

There is no end. Just beginnings.

Over and over again.

Who is the one really winning?

Is looking back really a sin?

Desolate and deserted.

Like the heart of one once loved.

Should he have ever flirted?

Will he ever be loved?

The end is coming. Bearing down fast.

Finally, the end at last.

Now, can’t you see?

You belong to me.—————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

Various Poems

The Crow

Crows are black, as we all know.

But, that doesn’t make them evil though.

Crows usually fly in flocks and squawk.

They make a lot of noise on my block.

But, sometimes, one crow will be near.

However, there is no need to fear.

If you go out he may fly away.

Then he is back the very next day.

When he squawks answer him.

Most likely he will squawk again.

His head will swivel back & forth.

Looking around for you, of course.

Crows could be a good omen.

You turn away and go back in.

Crows are only birds,—-right?

To answer that may take all night.

Some say yes. Others say no.

I guess you’ll have to ask the crow.———–R. W. Johnson—–(2006)

The Secret

Way down deep in the recesses of your heart.

There is locked away a secret.

Deep within your heart.

Something cries to be released.

Within your heart.

Something causes you pain.

In your heart.

It wants to be released.

Aching heart.

It gives you pain.

It is time.

Time.

For the secret

To be revealed.————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2006)

Forbidden Fruit

You say you’re worried about a civil suit?

After tasting some forbidden fruit.

I might think that a little odd.

But, not after you tasted it on the job.

What’s the matter? Have you lost your mind?

You just might end up doing jail time.

If you’re not tasting with whom you are wed,

you are thinking with the wrong head.

The end result——–You lost your job.

You can plead your case to God.

But, lust is a sin in His book too.

I’d hang it up if I were you.———————R. W. Johnson—–(2005)

Stuck In The Middle With Two

Stuck In The Middle With Two

I was feeling really down in the dumps.

Girlfriend problems is giving me thumps.

Is it on or is it off? No answer coming .

It is enough to start me running.

Then, quite by accident, it happened.

I met the one who has the caption:

‘Forbidden fruit’, because she’s married.

We clicked and my heart, she carried.

She took it away and eased my anxiety.

Now, how can I face society.

I’m damned if I do .

I’m damned if I don’t.

Maybe I will.

Maybe I won’t.

Stuck between a rock and a hard place.

I should keep my distance and play it safe.

I’m damned if I do.

I’m damned if I don’t.

Maybe I will.

Maybe I won’t.

My girlfriend has let me know it is still on.

What a mess. Don’t know if I can go on.

Torn between two lovers. Feeling like a fool.

Loving them both and not knowing what to do.

One is young but, with great social skills.

The married one is mature & knows my will.

They both have their pluses and minuses.

I want both. I don’t know how kind that is.

This can only end up with someone getting hurt.

I would hate that, for what it is worth.

I’m damned if I do.

I’m damned if I don’t.

Maybe I will.

Maybe I won’t.

Stuck between a rock and a hard place.

I should keep my distance and play it safe.

I’m damned if I do.

I’m damned if I don’t.

Maybe I will.

Maybe I won’t.

The married one’s marriage is dead.

She wants a divorce before she loses her head.

For 4 years she has wanted a divorce.

Nothing yet shows she will take this course.

Friends say she is ‘forbidden fruit’, beware.

This may be true but, it’s hard to bare.

The girlfriend is busy with work .

Will soon be in school to . What a quirk.

She seems to have little time for me.

A commitment from her just cannot be.

I’m damned if I do.

I’m damned if I don’t.

Maybe I will.

Maybe I won’t.

Stuck in between a rock and a hard place.

I should keep my distance and play it safe.

I’m damned if I do.

I’m damned if I don’t.

Maybe I will.

Maybe I won’t.—————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)