Month: December 2014

Another Of Life’s Mysteries

      Another Of Life’s Mysteries

I was reading “Peanuts” the other day.

It wasn’t going Charlie Brown’s way.

He really liked the little red haired girl.

When she was around it gave him a thrill.

But, like most boys his age, he was shy.

He couldn’t speak up before the other guy.

I realized just how true this cartoon was.

I was afraid to talk till I outgrew the fuzz.

Call it lack of self confidence, or even shy.

I could never be—– ‘the other guy.’

The one who is popular with the girls.

The one who gives them all the thrills.

Not that I didn’t want to be the best.

Be proud and stick out my chest.

Having a girl, one on each arm.

Hugging on me with all their charm.

But, I was the Charlie Brown type.

Never could come up with the hype.

As an adult I outgrew the shyness.

Was able to go out and try this.

I pulled it together enough in life

to finally be able to get a wife.

Now, in my older years I find,

I, quite often, speak my mind.

I don’t give a hoot what others think.

I blurt out garbage like the disposal in the sink.

Seems like life has passed the buck.

At first I couldn’t talk, now I can’t shut up.

There is a lesson somewhere in this.

It is NOT a punch in the face from a fist.

While I am trying to figure it out.

You can decide what it’s all about.————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

It’s Time

      It’s Time

Where are you? As the day draws on.

I need you but, you are gone.

I can’t face this day alone.

You being gone hurts to the bone.

If you loved me you would be here.

Don’t leave me alone to face this fear.

True love means more than kisses.

You know what a mess this is.

You need to be dependable.

A person who defends the whole.

Supports everything I do.

Especially when I do it for you.

Others may not understand.

But, I expect you to be the man.

Stand up & take the responsibility.

You need to have the will to see.

To see the result of your loving ways.

I had a part to. Each had a say.

We both need to face this truth.

We can’t ignore it & be uncouth.

There comes a time in people’s lives

when they can’t go on with telling lies.

We are in this position now.

We must face the truth somehow.

There you are now. It’s about time.

Let’s go in and pay the fine.——————–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

Even With This, Peace Can Be Found

 

Even With This, Peace Can Be Found

Another day of the same old crap!!

This certainly isn’t where it’s at.

Everything changes, but death & taxes.

Just more crap, but that’s what the fact is.

I think it is time for a real big change.

Chlorine in the human gene pool for names.

Fifty years of “0” reproduction.

Stick to this without interruption.

Then start over and do it right.

Stamp out stupidity with all your might.

Political mentality has got to go.

The same with perverts who steal the show.

Choose your child from a long black tube.

Make it smarter than a Rubik’s Cube.

I’m not talking about a paradise.

But, something that is, at least, nice.

But, ignore all this. I’m blowing off steam.

Don’t forget. Things are as bad as they seem.

This world sucks big time, you know.

Without radical changes, it has to go.

You’re damned if you do & damned if you don’t.

Many of them will. Most of them won’t.

God will play a part very soon.

He will end this world of buffoons

He has this knack of making things right.

He will have His hands full in the final fight.

Most of the world only knows how to fight dirty.

It will be their end. When God cleans, it’s worthy.

I can’t take much more of this world.

It is demoralizing, depressing, & —–worldly.

If God doesn’t intervene soon.

My perspective may get out of tune.

I am already feeling disgruntled.

I must give it to the Lord as once told.

It is my only peace in this cesspool of sin.

Escape from it all with the love from Him.—R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

Punk Skunk Left A Stink

      Punk Skunk Left A Stink

Bucky the beaver was a good old guy.

He worked hard. Gave it his best try.

He thought it was what he should do.

Till he met Punk Skunk passing through.

Punk asked him what he was doing?

Bucky said “Building a dam”, while he was chewing.

Punk said “That’s Core of Engineers job”

“Who is that?” said Bucky, looking odd.

“Government workers” Punk said.

“We build dams till we are dead”

“Punk said “That makes no sense.”

“Government will build it. You collect rent.”

“That sounds great.” said Bucky.

“I guess meeting you was lucky.”

“How do I set it up?” Bucky said.

“It is easy.” Punk quickly said.

Punk laid it all out for Bucky.

Soon Bucky was feeling lucky.

He was collecting welfare & food stamps.

Core of Engineers were building ramps.

They were going to build a huge dam.

Bucky was living high off Uncle Sam.

Then came audits, taxes, and fines.

Before long Bucky was doing time.

Bucky thought he should have known.

Punk Skunk’s smell should have shown

him something stunk in the woodpile.

Now he will be jailed for quite awhile.——-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

More Than It Seemed

      More Than It Seemed

My life was making the rounds

of the honky tonks And bars.

There was no where I was bound.

Each place left many scars.

Some for all to see.

Others on the heart.

There was nothing there for me.

My life was literally falling apart.

Then I met a living walking dream.

My life took a different turn.

Not in the honky tonks, it seems.

But, in a in a library with book worms.

We whispered back & forth.

Then, I asked her out for coffee.

She said yes, was her retort.

It was odd. I felt so sloppy.

We had coffee & talked.

Her life was as lonely as mine.

I was so glad she hadn’t balked.

When I told her I had a good time.

I asked to see her again.

To my surprise she agreed.

Something good was about to begin.

Was I ever lucky to plant this seed.

With her looks, I didn’t see

how she could ever be lonely.

But, it seems she was just like me.

Except that she wasn’t homely.

Time passes like it always does.

We kept dating once a week or more.

No honky tonks or bars because

I wanted her to see so much more.

She was a teacher in grade school.

I was a carpenter full time.

She was interested in what I do.

I was only thinking I wish she was mine.

We had many interests in common.

There was so much to share with her.

she introduced me to her mama & kin.

Where my family was, I wasn’t sure.

One day, listening to the radio.

We heard a religious show.

We both said maybe we should go.

There was so much we didn’t know.

To make a long story shorter now.

We ended up being baptized there.

Then we exchanged wedding vows.

We became members. Now God we share.

Our life has become a threesome.

We may become four before too long.

For now it’s her & I & God is the third one.

Life has become a happy song.

Funny how life changed from honky tonks & bars.

To paradise every day of my life.

No longer does loneliness scar.

Because I have God and my wife.————-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Bird’s Life

A Bird’s Life

Where do you go little bird?

When it snows.—–When it snows.

When this world turns to sleep.

Do you know?—–Do you know?

 

Is there something in the wind

that breathes a chill in your heart

that says it’s autumn’s end?

Does this bring life to your wings?

 

Where is the sun in the night?

Is it cold?—–Is it cold?

Do you feel left behind?

Alone and old?—–And old?

 

Do you fly on through the dark?

Waiting for dawn to light the sky.

Do you follow the sun’s arc?

As you fly far—–So very far.

 

Is your home in the restless wind?

Is it there?—–Is it here?

Do you search for a place to belong?

Search in vain?—–Search in fear?

 

I hear your voice in every tree.

Come the spring—–Come the spring.

This means you are now near me.

Come to me.—–Come to me.

 

You have found your home .

Once again.—–Once again.

But, come the autumn, you will roam.

Once again.—–Once again.

 

Where do you go little bird?

When it snows.—–When it snows.

Where you spend your wintery nights?

No one knows.—–No one knows.————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

Right Next Door

      Right Next Door

It happened today. What a big surprise.

I met the person who opened my eyes.

I must have traveled a million miles.

On Trains, planes, and cars. Even walked awhile.

I was searching. But, I didn’t know for what.

Seems I was kind of in a rut.

Just kept truckin & roaming around.

Till I finally came back to this town.

Yes, this town where I was born & raised.

I haven’t seen it in many days.

Why I came back? I haven’t a clue.

It wasn’t a girl because I didn’t know you.

It seems you were the ‘girl next door.’

Somehow, I never talked with you before.

Then I saw you out front in the street.

That is how we happened to meet.

You said” Didn’t you used to live next door?”

I said “Yes, my parents are still here, as before.”

“I have been just traveling around.”

“What I was searching for I never found.”

“What was that?” she said with a smile.

“I guess just a place to belong for awhile”

She laughed at that and we continued to talk.

She remembered me but, I was caught.

I had to admit I had forgotten how pretty she was.

She smiled bigger at this because

I was blushing very brightly now.

She smoothed it all over somehow.

After a week I found she was always on my mind.

She was charming, beautiful and very kind.

We started hanging out together.

We went places despite the weather.

As time went by I began to see.

She was the one who was meant for me.

She was what I had been searching for.

All this time she was right next door.

Let this be a lesson to all who read this.

Never let your life run amiss.

Take a good look at what is around.

You will be surprised at what is found.———-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

 

Asking For Forgiveness

 

      Asking For Forgiveness

It’s in the box and the flag is up.

This repetition is pretty rough.

I have written you numerous times.

Has answering once ever crossed your mind?

I made copies of all my letters to you.

I must have a shoebox full, or two.

You have no E-Mail address.

You’re not on Facebook. What a mess.

I checked ‘Twitter’ but, you’re not there.

I can’t find you on the net anywhere.

You must have my letters. None were returned.

Sometimes I feel like I’ve been burned.

I leave the porch light on every night.

In the hopes you will see the light.

If you drive by, know that I am home.

Just sitting and waiting here all alone.

Time has come and time has gone.

I know I did nothing wrong.

Counting flowers on the wall.

It doesn’t bother me at all.

It breaks up the time.

As I sit here and whine.

I even played solitaire with a deck of 51.

I never gave a hoot if I lost or won.

This may be the last time I’ll ever write to you.

It’s the last time I tell you I feel like a fool.

How long must I wait for a response dear.

I can’t drown my sorrows with a beer.

Loneliness is a dangerous word.

When left unchanged you become a jail bird.

Trapped in your own thoughts and desires.

No way out for cheaters and liars.

I am not either one.

So why the torture? Have a heart. You have none.

I am in the dark on a one way road.

There is a killer here. It’s not a toad.

It’s these paranoid thoughts.

Driving me insane. My affection rots.

I am disenagrating into a blubbery mess.

But, I have to get all this off my chest.

I am sorry mother for all I’ve done.

Won’t you please make contact with your son.

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

 

 

 

 

Here To Stay

    Here To Stay

I wish I could say.

I’m having a day

like yesterday.

It was a day, oh what a day.

Yesterday was quite a day.

Everything went my way

on yesterday.

You’re here to stay.

I had to play

along the way

as I thought of yesterday.

I must say.

It’s o.k.

If all there is to say

is talk of yesterday.

There will never be a day

like yesterday.

What can I say?

It all comes down to yesterday.

But, what about today?——————-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

Local Dancer Does Good

      Local Dancer Does Good

Backwoods Sally was a homely child.

You wouldn’t know that today.

She’s all grown up & looking wild.

You’re gonna want her to stay.

 

She comes around when the music plays.

She likes to listen and dance.

I asked her if she wanted to stay.

She wasn’t really looking for romance.

 

She liked to get on the dance floor.

She liked to move it around.

When the music was hot she wanted more.

It’s like she was dancing to a different sound.

They yelled “Keep dancing some more”

“You know you’re stardom bound.”

 

Now Sally danced at the local club.

She never tried to be a star.

Her moves just came natural as mud

was to the pigs in the pasture far.

 

Many a guy tried to light up her life.

Just as many fell to his knees.

There was only one thing in her life.

That was dancing whenever she pleased.

 

She liked to get on the dance floor.

She liked to move it around.

When the music was hot she wanted more.

It’s like she was dancing to a different sound.

They all yelled “Keep dancing some more.”

“You know you’re stardom bound.”

 

One day Sally fell to the floor when she slipped.

The Dr. at the hospital checked her over.

He told her she had broken her hip.

He said her dancing days were over.

 

Sally slipped into a deep depression.

Dancing was all she lived for.

That’s when the radio man made an impression.

“I need a DJ and you’re what I’m looking for.

 

Sally couldn’t get on the dance floor.

She could no longer move around.

When the music was hot she wanted more.

She played lots of different sounds.

They all yelled “Keep playing music more”

“You’re the best DJ there is around”———R. W. Johnson—–(2014)