Month: December 2014

50 Year Reunion

      50 Year Reunion

The 50 year H S reunion has come and gone.

But, the memories will live on and on.

If you haven’t gone to one at least once in your life

you haven’t lived,—- and that ain’t right.

 

3 schools were involved.  That’s different than most.

But, there is a reason. Just ask the host.

All went to one school for the first 3 years.

2 new schools were built for our final year.

 

So  the seniors from all 3 schools were at the blast.

They all partied like animals without any past.

A lot of old cronies just having a ball.

Checking others name badges to know them at all.

 

Each badge had your senior picture on it.

Otherwise, no one would recognize your wit.

We were all friends, even after 50 years.

At times it could almost bring you to tears.

 

Even people you weren’t close to in school

now were your buddies, and that was cool.

You felt a bond after 50 years had passed.

You know what it took for each one  to last.

 

I saw people I thought I would never see again.

But, when seeing them, it was worth the wait until then.

Funny,  they were all old but me.

Then again, they probably felt the same,  you see.

 

It was a wonderful time when we grew up.

Now things are getting really tough.

We will lead the way as we go on.

We’ll stand tall cause we are strong.

 

Several weren’t there I’d love to see.

Some passed on way too early for me.

Those who missed lost a part of their past.

It will haunt them till the last.

 

For those who were there

It won’t be so hard to bare.

For we know in 5 we’ll do it again.

To miss it then would be a real sin.—————-Wayne Johnson——-(2011)

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s Heavenly

It’s heavenly

Sometimes we walk on a beach all alone.

We gaze at the waves and the sky.

You cling to me & give a little groan.

Here we are darling. Only you and I.

And I say to myself. It’s heavenly!!

Oh, so heavenly my love.

 

Sometimes we go hand in hand to a park.

We watch  people playing  & having fun.

We look in the trees and see a lark.

His song talks about the love he’s won.

And I say to myself. It’s heavenly!!

Oh, so heavenly my love.

 

Sometimes were  home watching TV.

You cuddle up and hold my hand.

My eyes blur so I can hardly see.

I hold a treasure in my hand.

And I say to myself. It’s heavenly!!

Oh, so heavenly my love.

 

Love is such a wondrous thing it’s true.

But, it wouldn’t have much meaning without you.

You are my world. My guiding light.

Without you my world would have no light.

 

Sometimes we drive in the country  for fun.

We look at all the sights to see.

We see a  dog chasing a rabbit on the run.

I laugh as I pull you close to me.

And I say to myself. It’s heavenly!!

Oh, so heavenly my love.

 

Sometimes we go to an alley to bowl.

Were not good, but we give it a try.

You laugh at me as a gutter ball I roll.

I said  I’m not good.  It’s not a lie.

And I say to myself. It’s heavenly!!

Oh, so heavenly my love.

 

Sometimes we hug like it will never end.

I kiss you with passion from my heart.

I feel the vibes that your body can send.

I know now that we will never part.

And I say to myself. It’s heavenly!!

Oh, so heavenly my love.———————-R. W. Johnson—–  (2012)

 

Love Needs More

      Love Needs More

I am feeling like some circus clown.

She has turned my world upside down.

It was a roller coaster ride to hell.

At times things were really doing swell.

Then, our relationship crashed & burned.

You left and acted so  unconcerned.

What do you expect from love?

All white & fluffy like a turtle dove?

Or down and dirty like mud wrestling?

Keep it brief!!—– Just a little fling?

That’s not the way it is, I fear.

When you’re ready for love, I’ll be here.

 

Then I thought about what I said.

It touched something in my head.

God has made this thought very clear.

If you’re ready for love, then I’ll be here.

Tears started flowing from my eyes.

Oh, how I hated the deceit and lies.

A world ruled by sin is a miserable place.

I need you God to give me your grace.

I need forgiveness for my sins.

I need your love through thick & thin.

Perhaps a relationship with you in the middle.

Can make me feel as  fit as a fiddle.————R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

Fire And Ice

      Fire And Ice

Is living with my wife paradise?

Or, am I caught between the fire and ice?

Is she the way she supposed to be?

I often felt it wasn’t right to me.

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The fire is an emotional outburst of explicative’s.

Now, you can see just how sick it is.

The ice is the deadly silence that follows.

Makes you feel like your hung from a gallows.

 

Is this paradise?

Caught between the fire and the ice.

Is this the way it supposed to be?

It just doesn’t seem right to me.

 

It could happen at most any time.

I don’t believe the fault is always mine.

I sometimes feel like I’ll come unglued.

But, I say no!!– I will not be fooled.

 

I know I’m living in paradise.

Caught between the fire and the ice.

This must be what it supposed to be.

Because I know she really loves me.———–R. W. Johnson—-(2011)

 

 

The Dark Meets The Light

     The Dark Meets The Light

I was wondering about a lot of things.

Life is more complicated than it seems.

I started checking out secret societies

It started giving me ” I”  disease.

I checked out mystics and the dark arts.

It all made my head ache & my eyes smart.

I checked out new age and all it’s wonders.

Comparative religions and .other blunders.

There was UFO’s and parallel universes.

Time travel and magical  verses.

I’m going mad. The dark is closing in.

Is there anyone who can help me from this sin?

 

Help me. Help me out of this dark.

I feel it squeezing, stopping my heart.

I can only see what’s right in front of me.

There must be something to set me free?

Too many churches and not enough truth.

Too many people. They act so aloof.

Too many mountains & not enough stairs to climb.

Too many secrets to learn and not enough time.

 

I studied more but, I learned less.

So many things were only a guess.

Wise men will tell you look over there.

When you do it leads to nowhere.

Drugs messed it up worse than they say.

I tried herbs and the natural way.

The answers were elusive. It didn’t come.

I searched and searched till I felt rum dumb.

I tried crystals, message, oils,  and yoga.

None of it worked, I should have asked Yoda.

Some said Indian medicine men was the way.

They wouldn’t give me the time of day.

 

Help me. Help me out of this dark.

I feel it squeezing , stopping my heart.

I can only see what’s right in front of me.

There must be something to set me free?

Too many churches and not enough truth.

Too many people. They act so aloof.

Too many mountains & not enough stairs to climb.

Too many secrets and not enough time.

 

I tried to meditate. To free my mind.

I practiced out of body travel  to save time.

I chased rumors of aliens here on earth.

I found none but, gave all I was worth.

Hypnosis had nothing to offer.

It was no better than the books author.

Fortune tellers and tarot didn’t work.

Even LSD just left me to hurt.

Then, late at night, as I prayed for an answer.

A small quiet voice said “I am the answer.”

“I have been here all the time.”

“Don’t you know you have always been mine?”

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ode To Squally

      Ode To Squally

I have an orange tabby cat.

Let me tell you this cat is fat.

He is VERY heavy in the gut.

He seems to be stuck in a rut.

He will bat your foot anytime

he doesn’t think he’s fed on time.

He is strictly an indoor cat.

So he never gets to chase a rat.

Exercise is very rare for him.

He would rather sleep than be thin.

People say he’s a mean cat.

But, he’s just lazy and he’s fat.

He doesn’t like his belly rubbed.

So people think he doesn’t want loved.

But, he’ll purr and cuddle on our laps.

Want to be petted like other cats.

He doesn’t trust strangers, so runs away.

That way he lives to eat another day.

When he jumps up you know he’s there.

His weight will really shake the chair.

He really hates to go to the vet.

Hasn’t forgiven him for the neutering yet.

He hates all  other dogs or cats.

A one cat family is where it’s at.

He tolerates a parakeet that’s in a cage.

If he gets close the bird goes into a rage.

Just keep the snacks coming and let him sleep.

Then he will be a cat that you can keep.——R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

Our Hometown

      Our Hometown

We took a trip to our hometown.

We only stopped just to look around.

The changes there took us by surprise.

But, there it all was before our eyes.

Population 500 when we were small.

Now it was over 5,000 and that ain’t all.

They have a traffic light or two.

Many new stores and sidewalks too.

It’s not the same as it used to be.

Not like it was when you met me.

We had fun in this rural town.

Just kicking back and fooling around.

Our romance started down by the tracks

where we watched for trains with smoking stacks.

We graduated and moved away.

Off to college, work, and a lotta play.

We kept in touch & got back together.

Then we married and it was forever.

After many years we came home.

To this town where we had grown.

Yes, it’s changed a lot, but, we have too.

But, in the end, I still have you.

The town has changed. It has grown.

But, the principles it had sown

when we were young and running free

kept us together, you and me.

So we love this town for what it gave.

It helped us love & helped us stay.

Something in common to talk about.

Something to share and never pout.

We love this town the way it was.

But, changes or not, it still means love.

—————————————————-R.W. Johnson  (2011)

 

Watchman, What Of The Night??

 

Watchman, What Of The Night??

Watchman, what of the night??

Are we headed for a dreadful plight?

Things are not well, we are aware.

There are rumors in the air.

We have banned God from schools .

Are people no longer allowed to choose?

The government limiting our constitutional rights.

Enough of this and people will fight.

Are we sliding into socialism with communism not far behind?

Such thoughts or talk is enough to blow your mind.

Is the government telling women to get abortions?

Fighting such thinking can cost a fortune.

Can we own guns? A constitutional  right.

Or, will they be banned so we can’t fight?

Murder is wrong. Self defense is a not.

Better to shoot back before you get shot.

Freedom of speech is a precious thing.

Forced silence can make you scream.

Freedom of religion is most precious of all.

If that is banned this country will fall.

 

Watchman, what of the night??

Is the final days finally in sight?

Things look bad on every front.

It’s enough to put one in a funk.

But, as we see prophecy  unfold.

We know it’s true what we were told.

Surrender to God with all your heart.

He promises you will never be apart.

He will carry you through the time of trouble.

As safe as if you were in a bubble.

Your food and water will be sure.

It can be done, if your heart is pure.

It won’t be easy but, faith will prevail.

Weather in caves or even in jail.

God will seal you with a seal  in your mind.

You would die before sinning at this time.

You will end up going with Him.

To heaven and beyond, safe from sin.

What better reward can there be?

Than to be with God for eternity!!———–R. W. Johnson—–(2012)

 

 

Is There No Time?

      Is There No Time?

There  is time to do what you really want.

There is time to play, time for love,

Time  on the computer if you want.

Time to bird watch. See the dove!

 

Always time for whatever comes up

If not, time can be made as needed.

It’s almost like we are in a rut.

So busy you missed Him as He pleaded.

 

No time for God. There’s so much to do.

There is no time for me and You.

You plead and I, always, find excuses.

Don’t You ever wonder what the use is?

It seems, I always find time for others.

Why not time for my heavenly brothers?

 

There is time to work and pay the bills.

Time to pray only to ask for help.

Drive like crazy no matter who it kills.

Got to get there before I melt.

Pray again for cool air, if it’s His will.

 

Things are always done in a rush.

Run like mad to get it all done.

Yet, there’s always time enough.

It all fits in at the end of the run.

 

No time for God. There’s so much to do.

There is no time for me and You.

You plead and, always, I find excuses.

Don’t You ever wonder what the use is?

It seems,  I always find time for others.

Why not time for my heavenly brothers?

 

Time marches on and you grow older.

You wonder where all the time has gone.

You think of it all and you grow colder.

Was there something forgotten with the dawn?

 

Something is missing in your busy life.

You try to think just what it is.

Then, as you gaze at your lovely wife.

It’s God!!  I forgot to make me His.————R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

 

Dreams Of You

      Dreams Of You

The candy colored clown they call The Sandman

slips into my room every night.

He says: “Go to sleep, if you can.”

“Everything —-will be alright.”

 

I close my eyes and say a prayer.

I pray that I will dream of you.

Then, suddenly, you are there.

In my dreams I’m with you too.

We walk along, as dreamers do.

I hold your hand as I walk with you.

You smile and say: “I love you.”

I pray that this is really true.

Then slow but, sure. You slip away.

I’m all alone standing there.

I awake as I start to say—-.

 

I go back to sleep again.

Soon, I am sleeping sound.

I dream I have you back again.

There is no one else around.

Your standing there in all your beauty.

I come to you with trembling lips.

You turn and give yourself to me.

I hold you firmly in my grip.

Then I awake once more.

I have a death grip on my pillow.

A sound. I run to the door—-

 

Of course, no one is there.

You have left this earth forever.

But, in my dreams, you still care.

You say, your with me forever.—————–R. W. Johnson—-(2012)