Fantasy – Page 6 – Word Smith Wisdom

A Secret Project Is Coming

A secret project has been underway.
It is about to be unveiled any day.
A shroud, or so to speak, will fall.
It will make us invisible to all.
It could be made to cover the entire U.S.
Or, only a small town. Take a guess.
All within it would step out of time.
All within would not age, which is fine.
Time will seem to pass normally within.
Outside, the same time period will be ages to them.
All within the shroud will cease to exist.
Those outside will not be able to get a fix.
Because, inside, they have been shifted in time.
They are in a world of their own all of the time.
This will lead to a perfect society within.
It will be a Shangri-La to all inside then.
At least, that is how the theory goes.
The truth is that no one really knows.
But, it is not hard to figure this won’t be true.
To think all can be of one accord is a fool.
When the shroud finally comes down.
If there is other people around?
They won’t believe how the people behave.
It is possible they would all be depraved.
A bunch of raving lunatics.
Now, you may not agree with this.
But, I don’t believe man can live in this situation.
It would not be like living on a plantation.
Man is man, and man he will be.
He will be what he wants to be, you see.
If this ever happens, don’t think it is great.
Man is best not to try to control his fate.

—————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

The Little Knight Faces Civil Unrest

The little knight was having a bad day.
The kingdom wasn’t the same old way.
There was talk of rebellion against the king.
Many people were going to the extreme.
The civil unrest was totally uncalled for.
The country was not even in a war.
The king was calling his knights together.
The little knight knew this wasn’t for the better.
He would give his life to defend the kingdom.
But, fight citizens?—– He might wing one.
It was his sworn duty to obey the king.
No matter what the results may bring.
He did not want to see the king dethroned.
But then, he didn’t want citizens stoned.
He was stuck between a rock and a hard place.
He hoped he wouldn’t have to use his mace.
Thousands of knights were there, he found.
The king said “shit”, and 10,000 iron pants hit the ground.
“Get those pants up and listen to me.”
“Our citizen’s are yelling they want to be free.”
“For some reason, they don’t want a monarchy.”
“They want to have a say in how things are done.”
“Many of them are no better than scum”
“Obviously, some changes need to be made.”
“Martial law is a good card to be played.”
The little knight didn’t know what to do.
He was against this and he was no fool.
The little knight has always come out on top.
But, he has never been put in this kind of a spot.
At risk of being arrested, he was about to speak up.

When he suddenly was awakened by his pup.
He was in bed with the TV playing.
The news was on and it was saying.
‘Civil unrest throughout the country.’
While showing pictures it went on to say plenty.
The little knight got up and turned it off.
He took a swig of hard liquor and coughed.
He had been dreaming about civil unrest.
Seems things were putting him to the test.
The little knight wasn’t sure what to do.
Except to vote. He knew for sure he had to.

—————————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Creepy Clown Halloween

One evening I was looking for some food.
I had a drink of wine to soften the mood.
The wife was gone and I was settling down.
When I looked up and saw a scary clown.
He was standing outside on the porch.
His eyes were glowing like a torch.
He scared the holy hell out of me.
Then, he waved, while looking at me.
I grabbed a bat and opened the door.
“Trick or treat.” His bag was on the floor.
It was Halloween. I had forgotten.
Something in my pants smelled rotten.
My wife left a bowl of candy nearby.
I gave him a handful and said goodbye.
Soon, more kids were showing up.
I gave out candy like in a rut.
Then, it was quiet for awhile.
I looked out the window with a smile.
Then, I saw the scary clown again.
He was across the street, looking grim.
He was staring at my house.
He wasn’t a kid. The rotten louse.
I wondered what he was up to.
Some kids came by and he yelled ‘Boo.”
The kids took off running like hell.
The clown was laughing, I could tell.
Then he turned and stared some more.
I decided to lock the door.
2 hours later, he was still there.
I got my gun. He had better beware.
He watched me and I watched him.
There was no way that he would win.
Then, at midnight, he just vanished.
I was so shocked, I cussed in Spanish.
Was this a creepy clown joke pulled on me?
My neighbor came over and said “Did you see?”
I said yes, and I didn’t understand it.
He looked at me and said “No shit!”
Next Halloween, I will watch for that clown.
If I see him, I will tie him down.
I will not be scared like that anymore.
No clowns will be knocking at my door.

————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

A Bizarre Day

Playing with my dog on a sunny day.
Chasing what I threw as we went on our way.
Before long, we were in the woods.
He ran around investigating, like he should.
Before long, he brought back a backpack.
Now why in the world did he do that?
I told him to show me. He led the way.
This was becoming an interesting day.
In the bushes, something was hidden.
It was a dead body looking forbidden.
A male of high school age, it seemed.
I could see no injury. He was clean.
Yet someone must have hidden him there.
I got the feeling I should beware.
I quickly called the police on my phone.
Then, we waited there all alone.
Before long, a couple policemen arrived.
They checked the kid to see if he was alive.
He wasn’t, so they taped off the area.
He said: “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare ya.”
“Am I a suspect? My dog found the body.”
“No”, he said, then smiled kind of oddly.
“What killed him? Do you know?”
“That would be the corner’s show.”
“We’ll call forensics and the corner.”
“Once they are done, we might know for sure.”
They questioned me for a little while.
Took my address and said with a smile.
“You can go. Well call if we need you.”
I heard later that the body disappeared.
Now, let me tell you, that was weird.
He vanished while the cops were looking at him.
It was just like he had never been.
Twilight Zone type of stuff for sure.
So much for my walk with my cur.

—————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Lily Pad Power

We were down fishing in the pond one day.
Dozens of lily pads were getting in our way.
We decided to clean the pond of them.
It was long hard work. Why pretend.
We left them all on the bank to dry.
Several days later, we looked up in the sky.
We saw a UFO hovering over the pond.
A blue light was waving like a wand.
It was shining on the shore and the lily pads.
Finally, it took off and we were glad.
We approached the pond and looked down.
The lily pads were all dried up on the ground.
We picked one up and it smelled like hemp.
We picked them all up to take as we went.
We decided to crush some up and smoke it.
We thought we were showing some real wit.
A couple of puffs and we were stoned.
Wow!! What a rush, we groaned.
Next, we noticed the super powers. How rad.
We had all the powers Superman had.
Any super power we could think of.
We could do it. We had found our love.
Then, the powers began to fade.
We puffed more lily pads that we craved.
We found that we had to smoke first to fly.
To do anything else that we could try.
Then, we thought about our limited supply.
Once it was gone, we would no longer fly.
The UFO light is what changed the pads.
It was gone now. It was very sad.
We decided we would only smoke it in an emergency.
When our super powers would be needed, see.
We could never tell anyone of this.
We could never let anyone know the risk.
Our identities would remain top secret.
Lily pad power would be our secret.

———————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

“I’ve Got The Power”

All my life I’ve been working on this.
I must say, it has been a real bitch.
But, now I can say, after my shower.
A 4 word statement: “I’ve got the power!!”
What exactly do I mean by this?
Is it martial arts gone amiss?
It has nothing to do with that.
Unless I want to make that a fact.
What I’ve accomplished is a lot.
I brought knowledge to this very spot.
I can tap into the Akastic Record at will.
The total, complete record. What a chill.
Through a trance, I can know it all.
Total, complete knowledge at my call.
I become a super, super computer.
All knowledge available to me. Super duper.
From the very beginning of time.
To the distant future. All is mine.
I can solve any problem.
I can create anything. Now or then.
Time travel is within my grasp.
Accurate predictions that will last.
There is nothing I cannot know or do.
“I have the power,” it is true.
I am like a god in human flesh.
My powers are endless, no less.
There is only one thing I don’t understand.
The mind of a woman? It’s different than a man’s.

—————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Author’s Dream, Or A Real Scene (Part 2)

Author’s Dream, Or A Real Scene? (Part 2)

The author was working on his latest book.
It was getting dark when the windows shook.
He heard: “I am back. The enemy is coming.”
He was back in Thanos’s castle, & Thanos was running.
“Quick, I will erect your protective shield.”
“You don’t have to worry. It will not yield.”
He had me stand, looking out over the yard.
I felt surrounded by something hard.
I couldn’t see it, but I knew it was there.
I could feel the static in my hair.
Soon, wizards came into the courtyard.
They had wands and were chanting hard.
A red flash shot across the scene.
A shield glowed around the hit being.
The wizard fired back with a blue flash.
At the gate, the perpetrator jumped back.
A wooden beam split and fell over.
Rock fell on an evil wizard, the size of a bolder.
They had to drop their shields to fire.
If hit then, they became a live wire.
One wizard fired and was hit by a spell.
He immediately gave out a yell.
Then, he was clucking & scratching like a chicken.
The spell had apparently gave him a lickin.
The fight continued, spells flying back & forth.
Wizard’s fire flew, lighting up the court.
Then, the wizards, in sequence, created a scene.
The greatest fireworks I’d ever seen.
Evil wizards were screaming & running everywhere.
There was static electricity in the air.
It was so bright, I had to cover my eyes.
When I opened them, I was surprised.
I was back at my desk and fireworks were going off.
It was the 4th of July. Many fireworks were aloft.
I could easily see them out of my window.
The fairgrounds was a stone’s throw below.
Had I been asleep again? Was it a dream?
It seemed so real, the entire scene.
He would use the scene in his book.
Beyond that, he didn’t want a second look.

——————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Author’s Dream, Or A Real Scene

Author’s Dream, Or A Real Scene?

The author was deep into his fantasy writing.
Suddenly, there was a flash like lightening.
He looked around. A wizard was standing there.
He felt a shock that raised up his hair.
“Who are you? Where did you come from?”
“I am Thanos from a magical kingdom.”
“From your ancient past before known time.”
“Back when magic ruled and it was mine.”
“If you are writing about magic, get it right.”
“I’ve come to correct that. Don’t get uptight.”
With that he pointed his wand at the writer.
Zap!! Everything changed. It was night here.
“Where am I. What happened?” he asked.
“You’re in my time. You are way in the past.”
“I will show you why magic didn’t last.”
“I will show you how magic really works.”
“Also, how we live with all its quirks.”
“But, why? Why are you doing all this?”
He was scared. About to piss.
“I wanted you to know such a time was actual.”
“If writing about it, you can get things factual.”
“This is insane. I must be dreaming.”
“I will change your mind about that.” Scheming.
“Here there is a war going on now.”
“Between us and the evil wizards.”He scowled.
“I want to zap them and turn them to dust.”
“That would excite me like you would over lust.”
“They will torture kids and rape a goat.”
“I would like to turn them all to smoke.”
“How long has this war been going on?”
“Since the cradle of creation. It goes on and on.”
He whipped out a map and pointed to it.
“Their kingdom is here. They need a ship.”
“ Much water separates them and us.”
“They won’t fly that far. They have no guts.”
“Wizards can fly? I thought you used a dragon?”
“They exist in this time but, no one can ride them.”
“To fly long distances takes much magical energy.”
“It is far better to wait till they come near me.”
“My sources say an attack will happen tonight.”
“I brought you here so you can observe the fight.”
“What? Is it safe? I could be killed!!”
“You will be safe. So it is willed.”
“I won’t be fighting alone.”
“All wizards will fight to defend the throne.”
“Every spell that is known to us will be used.”
“The same with them. Watch as it ensues.”
“You will be protected by a powerful shield.”
“Do not worry. It will not yield.”
The writer could not believe what he was hearing.
He kept shaking his head but, things were not clearing.
‘This is total madness’ he thought to himself.
I am surprised I am not a fairy or an elf.
“Stay here a moment. I will be right back”
The wizard left and that was that.
He looked around and he was at his desk.
‘What the hell’ he thought. ‘What a mess.’
‘I must have fallen asleep?’ ‘But, it seemed so real.’
After that ‘dream’, he didn’t know how to feel.
It did give him some good ideas for a new story.
He could write about a wizard war, you see.
But, he actually didn’t ‘dream’ about the war.
Stay tuned. For this story, there may be more.

————————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

THE DOOR TO ANYWHERE

It’s right up here around the bend.
It’s the weirdest place I’ve ever been in.
I’ve never seen anything like it before.
Look at that sign above the door.
THE DOOR TO ANYWHERE
What do you think that really means?
Think here and now and in between.
Is this shack some kind of time machine?
I don’t know if you would call it a machine.
Think anywhere, not any time.
Once you see it will fall into line.
I’m not sure I want to go in.
What if we’re trapped in the when.
I think it will be the where.
Same time, just a different where.
Go through a door and you are there.
You can go practically anywhere.
They went in and looked around.
Surrounded by hundreds of doors they found.
Each door had a small window.
They looked in. Their curiosity kindled.
They saw where they could step into.
A button by each door rang true.
Push it and the scene would change.
It was enough to drive you insane.
They tried one to see what it would take.
It opened easily. No noise did it make.
They stepped through, then stepped back out.
They just wanted to find out what it was about.
Then they realized someone looking in
could push the button and send them to when?
Let’s get out while we can.
Out of the place they ran.
No sooner had they gone out and it was gone.
Disappeared faster than a fast flying swan.
They looked around and could find no trace.
They were mighty happy they got out of that place.
If you see a sign saying THE DOOR TO ANYWHERE
Don’t go in, even on a dare.
You may get trapped with no way out.
That might be what it is all about.

——————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Dorothy’s Day Dream

“Are you staying in?”
The scarecrow said with a grin.
“I’ll be right out” he heard her shout.
“Just trying to figure this out.”
“Tin man and lion are here.”
“I am coming, have no fear.”
“Here I am. Where are we going?”
“We thought we’d do a little strolling.”
“Heading down the yellow brick road.”
“Toward the Emerald City, we’ve been told.”
“We might get to see The Wizard Of Oz.”
“We have purpose. We have a cause.”
“And just what might that be?”
“We’ve told you before. Can’t you see?”
“You guys are losers. You won’t get a thing.”
“All you do is make a scene.”
“We see already you need an attitude.”
“Or, have yours adjusted, if in the mood.”
“We just want to be more human, you see.”
“But, not with your attitude. Not for me.”
“O.k., o.k. I’ll work on that.”
“I just want to go home. That’s a fact.”
So, they skipped on down the road.
Before long, they saw a toad.
“Good morning there Mr toad.”
“What’s good about it?” He spit on the road.
“Well, you are alive and well.”
“I need a kiss to break this spell.”
“I need a princes to kiss me.”
“Then, I will become a handsome prince, you see.”
“Could you give this toad a kiss Dorothy.”
“What?? No!! I might become warty.”
“You need work done on that attitude.”
“Thanks, I can do without your platitudes.”
“Go ask the wizard for help Mr toad.”
“That’s what caused this I’ve been told.”
“Not The Wizard, magic. A witches curse.”
“It was after I told her what she’s worth.”
“She wanted me to be hers, the story goes.”
“I told her I’d rather kiss a toad.”
“So, she put this curse on me.”
“She thought it was real funny.”
“O.k., o.k.” Dorothy gave the toad a kiss.
Next she knew, she was in Kansas and his.
They were in the hay in the barn.
Toto was barking, protecting her from harm.
Tin man, lion. And scarecrow were there too.
Looking around, wondering what to do.
Then they heard a holler from the house.
Dorothy’s mom came to the barn house.
Dorothy’s mom woke Dorothy up.
“You sleeping in the hay again?”
“Come to the house. Supper’s about to begin.”
Dorothy looked around. They were alone.
It was a dream. Enough to make her groan.
She touched her lips. They felt all tingly.
What did that dream do to me?
She shook her head and went to the house.
All during dinner, she was quiet as a mouse.
If nothing else, her attitude was better.
After that day, she was a real go getter.

——————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)