Month: December 2014

Sometimes O.K. Hurts

    Sometimes O.K. Hurts

Love can hurt, —–they say.

It can also hurt to say,  o.k.

Things started out like a wild wind.

Left me hoping it would never end.

I felt I was in the eye of a hurricane.

Things would never be the same.

A wild ride through ‘Lover’s Lane.’

Love was falling,  just like rain.

There were puffs of rainbow mist.

Electric shocks from just a kiss.

Star dust, fairy dust, mistletoe & hugs.

Romping through the ‘dreamland’ suds.

You and me, sailing off to eternity.

Returning each morning for our tea.

Excitement around every curve.

Making new memories,  as it occurred.

It was new and different every day.

So many games. So much to play.

It was like a dreamland walk.

Until it came to the place to talk.

It ended when you went your way.

All I could do was say—– o.k.——————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

Headline News

Headline News

Hello honey it’s me.

What did you think

when you heard I was back in town?

 

Did you come to see,

or ask your shrink

If it was me or some other clown?

 

Did the kids know?

Did they think

it was their long lost daddyo?

 

I’ve been traveling all around.

If it happened, I was there.

Quick with the news & sound.

 

Investigative reporter renowned.

It sometimes is a bear.

Lately, this is what I’ve found.

 

I miss your not being there.

I think of the kids.

I miss you all,— I swear.

 

I’ve been offered a job on TV.

On local WKIZ

Reporting the news, you see.

 

I’ve been thinking about it more.

If I take the job.

Will you take me back once more?

 

———-O.K. honey,—– I see.

Sure old gal, I understand

I guess he’s better than me.

 

You don’t have to worry,

I’m such a happy man.

WKIZ,—–WKIZ,  News.

 

Today in town, while in the park.

Another man

suffered a broken heart.————————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

A Chance Meeting

      A Chance Meeting

It was raining the day I got to town.

Water falling from me all around.

It seemed no part of me was dry.

Water was dripping in my eyes.

I stepped into a mall to get dry.

I wiped the water from my eyes.

Before me stood a  woman in red.

Her beauty lost inside my head.

She said I looked like a drowned rat.

I said I was sorry about that.

“I walked into town in the rain.”

“That must have been a pain.”

“It was,” I said, water dripping down.

There was silence. Not a sound.

She said “You could use a warm drink.”

“I sure could.” I said with a wink.

“Come on, I’ll buy you some coffee.”

“You bet.” I said, “Black, not frothy.”

She laughed and led the way.

As we drank she happened to say

“What brings you to this town?”

“Passing through on my way around.”

“Around to where?” she said.

“To whatever comes into my head.”

“You’re a drifter then?”

“It depends on where I’ve been”

“What do you mean by that?”

“You’re not happy anywhere you’re at?”

“Anywhere’s a better place to be.”

“That’s a limited view, I can see.”

“Could you expand on that some more?”

She said “Have you never made a score?”

“You know.—- Someone to care for.”

“I’ve had my share of small town glories.”

“Nothing for which I would tell stories.”

“Do you think you will meet that ‘someone?’”

“Possibly, I won’t know till that day comes.”

We talked on one thing, then another.

Soon, we were happy we found each other.

It’s been years now since that day.

That ‘special’ someone came my way.

This town is now my home.

That lady in red is now known

as my one and only love.

That ‘special’ lady, from God above,

is the spice of my life, my loving wife.

Funny how things happen in life.————–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

News In Review

      News In Review

Now, for this week’s news in review.

It’s not much better for me and you.

Killings continue in the cities.

None of it was very pretty.

Lots of accidents do to the weather.

Friends & relatives got together

to search for the missing kid.

He seems to be very well hid.

Of course, their hoping he’s alive.

Especially since he was only five.

After a weekend of lots of rain,

we still have a drought, just the same.

Some beaches have radiation.

Japan’s nuclear meltdown is the indication.

Winter Olympics have heavy security.

Possible terrorist attack causes insecurity.

There are wars and rumors of wars.

In the Super Bowl , the Seahawks score.

The same repetitious crap week after week.

It’s not higher ratings that we seek.

I would like to report millions are saved.

They turned to God & are well behaved.

Sin is being eradicated from everywhere.

It is almost more than I can bear.

Just think how great it would be.

Togetherness as far as the eye can see.

This can happen, but it won’t make the news.

Only the gross stuff stimulates the mood.

Satan controls all the medias.

Only expect his version of perfidy

Being ‘saved’ a personal thing.

Something only your God can bring.

But, in heaven, it’s front page news.

With publicity like that how can you lose?

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Flash Back

 

                   Flash Back.

I saw her coming in the door.

I didn’t want to be there anymore.

Someone said. “It’s a party. Just relax.”

But, the memories kept coming back.

Back to a time of wine and roses.

She made my song. I didn’t compose it.

She made my day. She made my life.

If things were different, she’d be my wife.

 

Flash back. Flash back. It keeps coming back.

Back to a time of fast cars and romance.

The time of my life when I was young.

We kissed on our very first dance.

Right from the start I knew she was the one.

Flash back. Flash back. We can’t go back.

 

After awhile, I began to relax.

Then I saw her making tracks.

She was headed right toward me.

No place to hide that I could see.

She grabbed my arm with a smile.

“Don’t go. Stay around for awhile.”

“I came tonight cause I heard you’d be here.”

“I have something I want to make clear.”

 

Flash back. Flash back. It keeps coming back.

Back to a time of fast cars and romance.

The time of my life when I was young.

We kissed on our first dance.

Right from the start I knew she was the one.

Flash back. Flash back. We can’t go back.

 

“I was young when we were a number.”

“I made a mistake & pulled us asunder.”

“I was afraid to make the commitment.”

“I guess I didn’t have the equipment.”

“It was the biggest mistake of my life.”

“I have suffered since & want to make it right.”

“Maybe we could still make a score.”

“If you would only take me back once more.”

 

Flash back Flash back. it keeps coming back.

Back to a time of fast cars and romance.

the time of my life when I was young.

We kissed on our first dance.

Right from the start I knew she was the one.

Flash back Flash back. We ‘can’ go back.

———–We went back!!———————–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

A Real Dilemma

      A Real Dilemma

We met again just outside of town.

At a small café that we had found.

We tried again to work it out.

We both knew what it was about.

 

I know it looks like we don’t belong.

Yet we still go on and on.

There are differences to work out.

That seems to be what it’s all about.

 

Round and around and around we go.

We seem to be actors in a show.

We know where this plot is headed.

Even though we haven’t read it.

Try as we might, this circle won’t break.

We just don’t have what it takes.

 

 

You always say for me not to go.

Alone at night, I feel really low.

I need you there to keep me warm.

Yet, I don’t want to face the storm.

 

I always thought that it was me.

Who needed saving for eternity.

But, it seems that we both are lost.

Will we go on at any cost?

 

Round and around and around we go.

We seem to be actors in a show.

We know where this plot is headed.

Even though we haven’t read it.

Try as we might, this circle won’t break.

We just don’t have what it takes.

 

You’re a part of me I can’t give up.

I must keep drinking from the cup.

The taste is sweet, but later it’s  bitter.

Yet,—- I feel there is a fit here.

 

You feel the same about it too.

Yet, we don’t know what to do?

Neither will stop doing what we do.

There will never be another you.————-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

Love

      Love

When love comes into one’s life

there is little anger or strife.

Love is a precious thing

to be treated as a fragile thing.

There is many types of love.

Most precious is from God above.

There is love for fellow man.

You try to help them all you can.

There is love for a certain one.

A soulmate, they may become.

There is love for an animal, a pet.

They may love you even more yet.

If you’re on top of the world

looking down on creation

and the only explanation

you have is the  love you’ve found

ever since I’ve been around.

Then you know a love with no bounds.

Love may come and love may go

but, love will always let you know

you’ve been blessed by being in love.

Treat it as a gift from above.

If love is returned it’s heaven on earth.

You will find it’s what it’s worth.————–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

The Beginning

      The Beginning

We went for a drink at the local watering hole.

My thirst was burning a hole down to my sole.

My buddies and I were having a real good time.

Then she walked in & I went out of my mind.

I couldn’t walk.

I couldn’t talk.

All I could do is gawk.

A fire started burning deep inside.

It was from the drink, —–I lied.

I knew it was from the looks of her.

A living, walking dream for sure.

No one else paid her any mind.

To me she was the greatest find.

Pull it together boy.

Stop gawking with joy.

Get over there and do your thing.

Before some other guy takes a fling.

I walked up and started jabbering away.

She said “Come again, what did you say?”

My face turned real red.

“Sorry, I must be out of my head.”

“What seems to be the problem?”, she said.

“Well, it’s just that you’re so dog gone pretty.”

“You’re  like a beautiful, long haired, kitty.”

“Why, no one has ever said that to me before.”

“I can’t see why? You, I could always adore.”

“You’re a regular Romeo aren’t you.”

“What’s your name? Don’t say Don Juan will do.”

I told her my name & she told me hers.

I felt like she deserved diamonds and furs.

We continued to talk for some time.

Before we knew it, it was closing time.

I told her I had come in with friends.

“How I’ll get home now just depends.”

“Seems they have left some time ago.”

“I’ll take you wherever you need to go.”

I said “I’d like to see you again, if I could.”

Looks like I’m into something good.

Because she said she would like that.

So that is where it is all at.

But, I’m playing my cards with extra care.

Cause I think this is going somewhere.——R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

Wanting More

      Wanting More

Here we are, just the two of us.

Were having fun together.

You never have been in a rush.

No matter what the weather.

 

You say you love me , but do you show it?

I want affection that goes much deeper.

I feel more like company; it’s all I get.

I want to feel that you are a keeper.

 

I have this hole that needs to be filled.

It’s an emotional need of mine.

Until the day my emotions are killed,

I will always have this need of mine.

 

I’m afraid to let you go.

Because I need you to fill this hole.

If you can’t, I really don’t know

if I can go on with this show.

 

We agree on most things of life.

A better friend I couldn’t find.

You stand by in times of strife.

You’re sweet, gentle, and kind.

 

There is more that I need from this.

It is hard to put into words.

I want to live a life of bliss.

Have you heard a word?

 

I need a love that captures me

and takes me to heaven on earth.

A love that stimulates me.

A love that is more than I am worth.

 

I don’t want companionship only.

I need more from you than that.

I want real love, not a phony.

Loving me for me is where it’s at.

 

I’m afraid to let you go.

Because I need to fill this hole.

If you can’t, I really don’t know

if I can go on with this show.

 

I want a love that will last through time.

A love written down in history.

Let generations know you were mine.

A blazing romance of mystery.

 

Others will be perplexed as to why

our love is such a special thing?

How it could have me flying so high,

yet, seem as common as anything?

 

Are my ideals set way too high?

Do I need to bring it down a notch?

Love me & we’ll write it in the sky.

Make it last forever. Start the watch.——–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Time Running Out

      Time Running Out

It never rains in California.

Words from a famous song.

But, girl don’t they warn ya.

Today, it is more true than wrong.

The Grapes Of Wrath  all over again?

This time in the other direction.

Will Calif. become a dust bowl of sin?

Rain in the forecast? I see no inflection.

Desert Pete will be right at home.

Even rabbits will carry a canteen.

A sign of the end, we’ve been shown.

Just one of many signs we’ve seen.

What does it take to know time is short?

By the time you repent

there will be nothing to report.

All these signs were sent

to let you know you are at earth’s end.

Pick up a Bible & read it for yourself.

Then, what you believe will depend

on your attitude and how you felt.

The Holy Spirit is striving with you.

Time to take action & save your soul.

Are you going to be Satan’s fool?

Or, will you awake from your sleepy loll.

Just surrender, accept and confess.

Who could ask for any more?

Yet, who would do any less?

Your way is clear. Go for it.

The reward is free and the very best.

Time is short. Take the bit.——————-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)