Month: December 2014

Birds Of A Feather

 

      Birds Of A Feather

Where do you go little bird?

When it rains or snows real hard.

When it’s dark and time to sleep.

Where do you go? Where do you go?

Tell me, does the winter bring

A chill and life to your wings?

Do you think or is it instinct little bird?

I no longer see you in my yard.

These are all mysteries much too deep.

Where do you go? Where do you go?

 

My love, you’re like the little bird.

Where are you when life gets hard?

I’m cold and all alone as I weep.

Where do you go? Where do you go?

Tell me does the hard times bring

a chill to your heart that sings

run to safety, never saying a word.

I have drawn the joker card.

Nothing left ,but, to cry and weep.

Where do you go? Where do you go?

 

In springtime you return without a word.

Your song sounds cheerful in the yard.

It wakes me up from my restless sleep.

Where did you go? Where did you go?

Does the springtime make you sing

the chirps of happiness that you bring?

Is it love or how you’re made, little bird?

I’m so happy to see you in my yard.

I feel a strong urge just to weep.

Where did you go? Where did you go?

 

You show up without a word.

Like a wandering musical bard

You bring warmth and love to keep.

Where did you go? Where did you go?

“Forget all that”  I want to sing.

Love is such a beautiful thing.

Though you’re like that little bird.

You leave and my life is marred.

You’re back now and mine to keep.

Where did you go? Where did you go?——–R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Your Friendship

      Your Friendship

Your friendship to me is like diamonds and gold to a stingy rich man.

Your friendship is the candle I go to sleep by each night.

It is the bright shining star I wake up to each morning.

The thought of existence without that friendship is bleak.

It would be like a black hole  in the center of my soul,

sucking the joy and life out of everything I hold dear.

 

Your friendship is more than two ships passing in the night.

You have reached out and touched what makes me  me.

Your cheerful, uplifting attitude raises me to a new level.

Forget cloud 9, I am elevated to infinity and beyond!!

Your love for the Lord of lords is icing on the cake.

You are a diamond in the rough but, still beautiful to behold.

 

All are greatly blessed by knowing you and being around you.

But, those fortunate enough to be called friend by you are

truly blessed beyond their wildest imagination.

You not only leave them with a feeling that they are loved

but, that they truly mean something to you beyond friendship.

Such a gift few are blessed to have and you excel at it.

 

Friendship is often defined as a good friend or friends.

This comes far short of what is involved  being your friend.

You lift me up when I am down and restore my worth.

I am a living legacy of a friendship that knows no end.

I can’t put into words the connection you have made with me.

Except to thank you. Will you be my friend for eternity??

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

 

 

Emotionally Impaired Dog

 

Emotionally Impaired Dog

They have a seeing eye dog.

They have a dog for the hearing impaired.

They have a bomb sniffing dog.

Also  drug sniffing dogs who care.

What I need is an emotionally impaired dog.

One who fixes broken hearts.

A special, caring, loving dog.

One that really knows his part.

 

I need a dog to fix my blues.

I need a dog to improve the news.

I need a dog to mend my heart.

I need a dog to do his part.

I am emotionally distraught.

I fell for someone really hot.

She dumped me like last week’s  garbage.

So,— then began the heartaches.

 

Emotionally distraught with no end in sight.

Knocked down, drug out, feeling low.

There must be something that will make it right.

Maybe a dog with a loving soul.

I’m not talking about an ugly girl.

I am saying a real dog is my goal.

He/she will love me and be thrilled.

 

I need a dog to fix my blues.

I need a dog to improve the news.

I need a dog to mend my heart.

I need a dog to do his part.

I am emotionally distraught.

I fell for someone really hot.

She dumped me like last week’s garbage.

So,—then began the heartaches.

 

He will love me with no restrictions.

She will love me through thick and thin.

His/her devotion will need no fixin.

A dog like that can only be a win win.

I will love her like no other.

He/she will be the world to me.

I will treat her better than a lover.

A lover who was happy to dump me.

 

I need a dog to fix my blues.

I need a dog to improve the news.

I need a dog to mend my heart.

I need a dog to do his part.

I am emotionally distraught.

I fell for someone really hot.

She dumped me like last week’s garbage.

So, —then began the heartaches.

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

 

The Valley Of Decision

 

The Valley Of Decision

Life is more than women and wine.

You have to  settle down sometime.

I know, I know, you say party on bro.

Life is just one great big show.

Tell me, since your such a bright guy.

Do you feel the parade is passing you by?

Think about it for awhile.

Don’t just sit there with a smile.

Here is some words for thought.

Read them but, don’t get distraught.

 

You’ve got to walk that lonesome valley.

You’ve got to walk it by yourself.

Oh, nobody can walk it for you.

You’ve got to walk it by yourself.

 

“What the hey?” I hear you say.

“What’s that got to do with today?”

Think about it. You’re  a party guy.

When you leave you’re pretty high.

Then here comes the bad luck.

You get run over by a truck.

Do you think you will be ready to go?

With all that parting & putting on a show.

If your mind has a little doubt.

Think about it. You’ll figure it out.

 

You’ve got to walk that lonesome valley.

You’ve got to walk it by yourself.

Oh, nobody else can walk it for you.

You’ve got to walk it by yourself.

 

I think you’re starting to see the light.

You can drink and party all night.

But, no matter what you do.

You can never run away from you.

Someone loves enough to forgive

all you’ve done to try to live

in a world full of sin and hate.

Turn to Him before it’s too late.

He will give you peace of mind.

He’ll love you till the end of time.

 

You’ve got to walk that lonesome valley.

You’ve  got to walk it by yourself.

Oh, nobody else can walk it for you.

You’ve got to walk it by yourself.————-R. W. Johnson—–(2012)

 

 

 

 

 

The Road Of Life

      The Road Of Life

Wandering down the road of life.

I turn to the left. I turn to the right.

No dead ends seem to be in sight.

There were a few rough roads .

With ruts and some potholes.

There were speed bumps too.

Especially when I met you.

There were times when I could speed.

Other times were slow with signs to heed.

If I didn’t follow the rules.

I paid for it like any fool.

I’ve had some wrecks along life’s way.

I’ve broken down, or so others say.

I didn’t win any spectacular races.

But, I didn’t lose the smiling faces.

Loving people all around.

Keeping my feet on the ground.

Keeping me on the straight & narrow.

Heading truer than an arrow.

Straight into the promised land.

The race will end with prize in hand.———R. W. Johnson—–(2012)

 

 

The Little Things

 

      The Little Things

The rushing wind through my hair.

The sound of songbirds in the air.

The smell of spring with flowers in bloom.

Beautiful sunlight to brighten up the gloom.

Ocean waves gently breaking on shore.

You, walking by my side once more.

Life is good. As sweet as honey.

Even though we haven’t got much money.

It’s the little things that have meaning.

Like the way cats give their fur a cleaning.

Or dogs bark at an unknown sound.

They warn you when danger is around.

The miracle of a chicken laying an egg.

How you can teach a dog to beg.

How you love me, a common man.

You love me for the man I am.

All of this reminds me of you.

Reminds me that your love is true.

The little things in nature is love.

Sent to us from God above.

Just as I know this is true.

I know God sent me to you.—————R. W. Johnson—–(2012)

 

 

Rambling Man / Reality

      Rambling Man

I’ve always been a wayfaring wanderer.

Rambling back & forth across this land.

I’ve never wanted to settle down.

I’m just a fun loving traveling man.

 

Then I met that little gal.

Way down in Abilene.

She made my heart skip a beat.

As pretty as a beauty queen.

 

She looked my way & I was hooked.

I knew my rambling days were through.

But, it was more than just her looks.

My mama didn’t raise no fool.

 

She had the charms & manners of high class.

Yet, she could talk to me like an average Joe.

She was intelligent & well versed.

Yet, never made me feel stupid or low.

 

I stayed around & we dated some.

We fit together like a hand in a glove

I knew that I had found my soulmate.

Friends said “Ask her” & gave me a shove.

 

I proposed & the rest is history.

She is my woman. She is my life.

I gave up my rambling ways.

Just to make this woman my wife.————R. W. Johnson—–(2006)

 

      Reality

My reality is slipping fast.

I think I’m sitting in a draft.

It is blowing my reality away.

Out the door like paper machae’ .

My only hope is to cling to you.

Comfort me, like you always do.

Keep me stable & on firm ground.

Keep my eyes from looking around.

For I may slip & flip right out.

An ugly sight, without a doubt.

Stop the demons from screaming in my head.

Before they tie me down to a bed.

Be my friend & guide me through.

Back to reality & back to you.——————R. W. Johnson—–(2002)

 

 

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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)

 

 

 

It’s A Mystery / Love In Bloom

      It’s A Mystery

It’s a mystery

When I stare into your eyes.

I am helpless.

It’s like I’m hypnotized.

 

Yes, It’s a mystery

Whenever I hear your voice.

I feel helpless.

It seems I have no choice.

Just a whisper

Sends chills to my very soul.

I am speechless.

I never want you to go.

 

Yes, It’s a mystery

When you are by my side.

I feel helpless.

My feelings I can’t hide.

But, I am frozen.

As if I were paralyzed.

 

Yes, It’s a mystery

How I feel about you.

I feel helpless.

I don’t know what to do.

Except for one thing.

To say that I love you.——————R. W. Johnson—–(2003)

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      Love In Bloom

She is sweet as a honeysuckle tree.

She is lovely as she can be.

Her kisses are rapture to me.

I’m in love, as you can see.

Her scent , sweeter than roses in bloom.

My heart sinks when she leaves the room.

Life without her is no life at all.

May she never hear the beaconed call.

————————————————-R. W. Johnson——-(2003)

Tragic Love

      Tragic Love

Lately I’ve been thinking about things that aren’t right.

About the way we argue. Then break up for a night.

Sometimes it’s a week or more. Then you’ll come on back.

It’s always the same. You’re not to blame for all of that.

No matter what you say or do. It will always be me.

Obviously, I’m not to blame. But, that’s not what you see.

Things get turned around. It’s always me to blame.

It’s not ever your fault. Even when it’s been the same.

 

But I must say all in all

It’s been a good life after all.

Despite all the fights and pain.

When things are going good.

And you treat me like you should.

It’s better than  any other game.

 

I like to think about the good times that we had.

The times we spent together were really rad.

I was into you and you were into me.

We were a perfect pair, people could easily see.

We were seen together all over town.

Often with family and friends around.

Wrapped in each other’s arms all evening.

We saw eye to eye on most everything.

 

But, I must say all in all.

It’s been a good life after all.

Despite the fights and pain.

When things are going good.

And I treat you like I should.

It’s better than any other game.

 

The game is coming to an end.

I don’t know where I should begin.

The arguments and fights have taken their toll.

It hurts my heart much more than you know.

I can’t go on this way. There’s nothing left to say.

This crazy game I can’t continue to play.

I have to end it, though it will break my heart.

There will be no joy until we finally part.

 

But, I must say all in all.

It was a good life after all.

Despite the fights and pain.

If I end it like I should.

Will it come to any good?

There’s  got to be a better game.————-R. W. Johnson.—–(2012)