Author: papasmurf

It is smooth and silky.

It is sweet as summer wine.

After indulging you feel guilty.

It can actually blow your mind.

Her dress of many colors flying.

Songs without words abound.

She sang it all without lying.

You saw her twirl round & round.

It came within, a shock to your soul.

It took over your very being.

You ran with nowhere to go.

You could see without feeling.

Then, you were back. Little had changed.

You understood it all now.

You could hear it all without sound.

You were extensile, omnipresent, Wow!!

It was raising up from all around.

You had dared to indulge & quench.

Now, you will never be the same.

The gates of hell have budged an inch.—–R. W. Johnson—–(2022)

         Choices Based On Emotion

It is hard to sleep with destructive feelings.

The love boat was torpedoed before it left shore.

The end results have left me reeling.

I keep screaming that I wanted more.

Nights in white satin is not helping at all.

The satin sheets are cold.

I just shiver and bawl.

I would end it all, if I were bold.

I was doomed to failure before I began.

My choices were wrong.

My heart rules with an iron hand.

It is probably why I went wrong.

The heart rules the emotions.

This gets me into jams.

Still, I had a strong notion.

Somehow, I should have been the man.

A voice is calling, I know it’s not you.

It is drawing me into the pit.

It’s hard to resist. I must be a fool.

The voice keeps saying: “Just do it!”

Another night in white satin.

I am still hanging on by a thread.

I can’t sleep. I’m not even napping.

Afraid of what the voice said.

I can’t go on, I’m fading fast.

The path is clear. Right to the end.

Time to hang it up, I cannot last.

What I really need is a real good friend.

—————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2021)

      Running Free

Running free.

There is no one after me.

I am being all that I can be.

In a world of poverty.

There is little to go around.

I saw something, with a frown.

I crept up without a sound.

People hoarding all they found.

We must share all to survive.

How can we all stay alive?

We are struggling just to thrive.

Hoarding we cannot abide.

Others were told about it all.

It was the hoarders time to fall.

Death became the beckoned call.

Hoarders snuffed out to save us all.

Running free.

There is no one after me.

I thought I was all I could be.

Now, I have doubts. Don’t you see?——-R.W. Johnson—–(2021)

                  Santa And COVID

He was arrested, but I don’t know why?

He was shooting at Santa as he flew by.

He said Santa was breaking the COVID curfew.

Santa spreads the virus afar, as others do.

He was placed on a 5150 for his own good.

Placed in a psych ward, like he should.

They said “Santa does not exist. Never has.”

“I saw him & fired right through the glass.”

“The front window of your house you mean?”

“That is correct.—— It wasn’t a dream.”

“You scared the hell out of some neighbor kids.”

“They broke curfew too. I flipped my lid.”

“If you killed Santa would Christmas end?”

“Pretty sure I missed. He went around the bend.”

“You are convinced that Santa exists then?”

“Don’t you? It seems to be the trend.”

“It is all untrue. It is all in your head.”

“I suppose COVID is fake too. Nothing to dread.”

“COVID is real. We are in a pandemic.”

“Time for you to learn. Santa is no gimmick.”

“He visits many houses, eats food & leaves gifts.”

“He contaminates everything. The simple twit.”

“Use your head. How do you think the virus is spread?”

“ No one else, except him. One who is always fed.”

“Santa is a carrier. Time to take him out.”

“The little kids will soon no longer cry & pout.”

Jingle, jingle “Ho, ho, ho!!” was heard.

“He is here!—— The little turd.”

“He followed me here. He’s spreading the virus!!”

“Lock him up!—– I feel pain in my iris.!”

“He will be here for 3 days, just like you.”

“We are all dead, I am telling you!!”

“Calm down, or you will be put in isolation.”

“Outstanding. He is probably spreading a mutation.”

So—-there was no Christmas this year.

Some say it was the curfew, or so I hear.

But, the truth is somewhere in between.

Sometimes the psych hospital can be mighty mean.

—————————————————R.W. Johnson——(2020)

          Watch For Others

It’s that time of year again.

When all kinds of spooky things begin.

The witching hour is coming soon.

There will be howling at the moon.

Watch for others.

Creepy things crawling all about.

Blood sucking monsters are all out.

Ghouls and goblins are among the few.

Of the many coming after you.

Watch for others.

Vampires going up against the sun.

Werewolves, howling, have put us on the run.

Zombies stomping to and fro.

Is there no where we can go?

Not to worry, if they get close.

We will shift change and join the host.

Ghosts will be seen on this day.

They will want to do more than play.

Other critters of unknown source.

Will be out making their own course.

Watch for others.

Witches flying on their brooms.

A witches brew will be causing doom.

Rotten, smelly corpses going by.

Every evil that meets the eye.

Watch for others.

I must wake up from this horrible dream.

It is a thriller. All is what it seems.

Skeletons, black cats, and haunted houses.

Ranting, screams, and spells about this.

Jack o lanterns, Frankenstein, slasher’s too.

All are coming after you.

To survive, watch for others.

Always hide, & watch for others.

You & I will watch for others.

Yes, just watch for others.

———————————R.W. Johnson—–(2020)

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           The Election Speeches

It’s a scam!! It just can’t be true.

They say there’s one waiting just for you.

Put it aside. Perish the thought.

It won’t work once it is bought.

Like a can opener without any hitches.

The lid is safe. An answer to your wishes.

You’ve seen the adds. You know it’s all fake.

It is almost more than we can take.

All these things happening at the same time.

Each has the answer, said the melon to the rind.

It is a joke. It cannot be done.

Election promises are just for fun.

A pipe dream that cannot happen.

I am saying they are full of crap then.

Is there a smidgeon of truth in all the lies?

Are we a nation of international spies?

Speak it straight and speak it true.

Stop making a fool out of me and you.

A used car salesman would tell less lies.

I can’t believe what I am seeing with my eyes.

If all were true & it could all be done.

It is us peons who would have won.

You know such a thing never happens.

The big “S” has us trapped then

———————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2020)

         A ‘Too Realistic’ Dream

I had a terrible nightmare last night.

So scary, it gave me quite a fright.

I couldn’t breathe, the smoke was thick.

Wild fires all around someone had lit.

I turned on the TV & heard bad news.

A pandemic was happening. Paint me blue.

Even earthquakes in diverse places.

It was hot as hell. Sweat on their faces.

Riots & demonstrations going on now.

Some were bellowing like a cow.

Upheaval & destruction everywhere.

On top of that, I couldn’t get air.

What the hell is going on here?

It won’t end well, that I fear.

Everyone was wearing masks.

Still coughing, choking, & making gasps.

I expected zombies to arrive at any time.

The brain eaters were no friend of mine.

I screamed & ran & banged into things.

The power went off; rolling blackout it seems.

At last I finally awoke.

 When a voice said ”It’s time to vote.”

—————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2020)

       Dysfunctional Family—Nothing New

Yelling and screaming and kicking ass.

“I’ll teach you not to come in here with grass.”

An average day in the dysfunctional family.

“Search his room in every nook and cranny.”

“What the hell is this white powdery stuff?”

“Don’t give me any shit. I’ll call your bluff!”

“Please, find a girl that will treat you right.”

“Pimples on your face is no reason to fight.”

“Your report card is worse than a political rating.”

“You look like a fool.—– It is so degrading.”

“Find some new friends with motivation.”

“They can sit on this for a rotation.”

“Have you considered this? GET A JOB!!”

“Learn something besides staring at a blog.”

“The day will come when you will wish you listened.”

“ Don’t talk back!! And NO, I’m not bitchin.”

“What was that??” “Grandpa said what??”

“Grandpa is nuts. He is in a rut.”

“I am NOT, nor have I ever been like you.”

“What do you take me for? Some kind of fool?”

“He would have the report cards to prove it.”

“But, just cause he says so didn’t mean I do it.”

“I know. I know. Like father, like son.”

“Being a parent is so much fun.”

“The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

“Just ask your great grandpa and you will see.”

——————————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2020)

        Fate Of The Lonely

Another night of suds and buds.

Little changes, except the mugs.

Drowning my sorrows in my beer.

All the time wishing you were here.

I remember how it came about.

I was sneaking through the backwoods

quiet as a mouse.

I was close when a shot rang out.

I started running as I gave a shout.

“Marie, are you o.k. Marie.”

Then, a shocking sight hit me.

She was lying on the kitchen floor.

Blood all over, even on the door.

A gun near her side, a bullet hole in her head.

I knew immediately that she was dead.

A note on the table explained it all.

It explained why she took this fall.

“I met him by accident one day.”

“A minor fender bender. Who’s fault? Who could say.”

“We had coffee nearby to discuss it all.”

“One thing led to another then came the fall.”

“I love you & I am so ashamed”

“The only way out is to end this game.”

So, I drink to forget my loss.

It doesn’t work. Nothing does at any cost.

One drink for now to help carry the load.

Then one more drink for the road.——R.W. Johnson—–(2020)

            The Little Knight Gets Help

I was given the mind expanding drug again.

There I was, dazed by the wizard’s whim.

Now, my shield was round and convex in shape.

With an extremely reflective state.

The wizard’s spell was cast back at him.

Knocked ass over tea kettle, it did him in.

The little knight (me) was up & grabbed the girl.

We ran out of there like hell. What a thrill.

Before long, I was smothered in kisses.

The little knight had back his misses.

Miss would be better, since no marriage yet.

The little knight would change that, you can bet.

But, the little knight was called to duty.

Kill the fire breathing dragon & get a booty.

The king would pay well to the successful knight.

The little knight said o.k., though it was a fright.

The little knight went to the dragon’s lair.

He saw the remains of the last knight that was there.

He was charcoaled to a crispy critter.

Not enough left to even carry on a litter.

The little knight would not shake in fear.

Even though he knew the dragon was near.

The dragon appeared & saw the little knight there.

The dragon said “You dare to set foot in my lair?”

The dragon blasted the little knight with fire.

It hit his shield & was reflected back. A pyre.

The dragon’s snout was blackened & sore.

The dragon would blow out fire no more.

Soon, the little knight took control.

The dragon flew with him behind his skull.

The little knight & dragon bonded & became friends.

He flew the dragon back to the castle then.

Showed the king that the dragon was his friend.

He got the booty. Soon, he was married. Why pretend.

They flew off on the dragon together.

I awoke and felt a whole lot better.

This mind expanding drug was great.

But, I don’t want to influence the little knight’s fate

—————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2020)