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          The Greatest Is Love

There is a door to open, if you can.

To get away from COVID land.

A place to go that’s warm and safe.

A place where He has reviewed your case.

He’ll take your burdens & carry your cross.

You will be safe and never lost.

He has made you a son or daughter.

If you want, you can call Him Father.

Just remember through the years.

He will wipe away all your tears.

Death will not be a fear to you.

For you know He will bring you through.

To a place that fulfills your greatest dreams.

You might even fly around with wings.

All His commandments describe His nature.

They apply to every place here.

All of these He has commanded from above.

And the greatest of these is love.

For God is an all consuming love.

An agape love from Him above.

—————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2020)

        Some Kind Of Syndrome

There is no Peter Pan land.

How about Peter Pan syndrome?

Not grown up, though you’re a man.

Some things are never outgrown.

Some call it Never, Never land.

Never what? Or do you even care?

Maybe because it’s not for man.

Kids do much better there.

Once there, you are young forever.

With all your imaginations & fantasies.

Never worry about someone saying never.

Just pirates & knights & canticles.

There is also Merlin syndrome.

Each year you get a year younger.

As awkward as a Mickey Mouse phone.

Yet powerful, as lightening is to thunder.

What’s all this talk about silly stuff?

Is this a modern day fairy tale?

Far from it. Not even Pied Piper in the rough.

Just food for thought to feed a whale.

—————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2020)

Frozen Death

Something ‘bad’ in the land down under.

No, not Australia—-what a blunder.

I mean Antarctica, the frozen land.

Something found buried in the sand.

Under many tons of ice and snow.

A deep boring drill brought it in tow.

It was frozen in a core sample.

An ancient virus buried in the mantle.

At first they didn’t realize what it was.

Till a sled dog keeled over covered in fuzz.

Quickly, the  other dogs dropped dead.

Defensive measures saved their heads.

They knew it had to be a core sample.

Drilling so deep, the cores were ample.

All were quickly isolated & taken back.

Put in isolation. It was a fact.

Each sample was put under the electron

microscope to see what’s going on?

The virus was quickly seen.

From the deepest sample taken at the scene.

The bore hole had been tightly sealed.

Everything was cleaned off the field.

Did it only affect dogs and how?

That was the question. How about humans now?

After a few weeks they found.

When warmed up, it could get around.

Travel in the air then breathed in.

It would work as rapidly as a Mickey Finn.

They knew it was one of the deadliest around.

They will dread the day it was found.

One day a lab worker dropped a test tube.

All were dead in minutes. It was pretty crude.

Outside isolation, all were scared out of their wits.

What will we do about all this?

Then someone said freeze the room solid.

Keep it that way, if they allow it.

What about the bodies in there?

Contaminated. Not going anywhere.

So, it still remains like this to this day.

It just can’t be any other way.

Are we safe from this deadly virus?

If things warm up it will retire us.

——————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2020)

  A Day In The Life Of Odd

Pearl Jam. Go get Sam.

Traveling far to another land.

Wind shield wiper.

Here comes the Piper.

He is doing all he can.

We need more baby wipes.

Got to clean up the little tykes.

Doing this while on the go.

It must be quite a show.

All of this to save another life.

Wham, bam. Thank you Mamm.

Want to play some kick the can?

Here he comes on a scooter.

I think I need a Roto-Rooter.

That will tangle up the man.

We are here. I need a beer.

Do you smell something queer?

It’s o.k. Just another day.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

After all, there is nothing to fear.

————————R.W. Johnson—–(2020)

            Hidden Deep Within

I often wondered if it would be a sin.

To try to understand this feeling within.

It is buried deep in the subconscious

Thinking of it is just plain nonsense.

How do I even know it exists?

Sometimes I have unreasonable fits.

Such behavior makes no sense at all.

It must have came from a fall.

Sometime, way back when.

I must have committed an awful sin.

Then buried it deep within my mind.

Hoping to forget it till the end of time.

But, my behavior shows something is wrong.

I cannot keep it hidden for so long.

I must go deep within my mind.

I must discover what thing I find.

Then try to rid myself of it.

So I will no longer have a fit.

Deep, deep meditation should do the trick.

Maybe I will finally get to the bottom of it.

I ran into monsters from the Id.

They almost made me flip my lid.

With faith & great effort I defeated them.
Now, to look even deeper within.

I think I found it in the center of my mind.

The Penile gland. I peeled off the rind.

There hidden was the worthless me.

It was too horrible for me to see.

I came around shaking all over.

I needed more than a 4 leaf clover.

I prayed that God would change what I saw.

Soon, I felt I was rid of it all.

Praise the Lord for a God who cares.

Even in our deepest lair.

—————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2020)

           Super Powers (Part two)

When I tried to brush my teeth,

I snapped the brush. Was it weak?

I soon discovered I had unlimited strength.

I could have easily ripped out the sink.

What is going on here?, I wondered.

I must be careful and not make a blunder.

Next, I literally flew down the stairs.

No one saw it, but I was scared.

I didn’t want anyone to know.

I didn’t want to be putting on a show.

Later, out back, after flying around.

I discovered when I hit the ground.

I am impervious to injury.

No force seemed to bother me.

I stabbed myself in the arm.

It had no effect. Worked like a charm.

Next, I shot myself in the leg.

Again, no effect. What a powder keg.

I tried x-ray vision. It worked great!!

My freezing cold breath could freeze a lake.

I could become invisible also.

I could jump high & paint a Picasso.

Anything that I thought of I could do.

I must keep it secret. I was no fool.

That night I had a dream again.

Like I had when in a coma back then.

The Lord was talking to me.

‘You have powers given by me.’

‘Whatever you think of you can do.’

“Except raise the dead. Only I can do.’

‘You also cannot create. That is my job.’

‘Godly powers are only mine. Not odd.’

‘But, all you do must be to glorify me.’

‘People need guidance now, you see.’

‘You will lead them in the right way.’

‘While fighting crime & sin every day.’

‘No one needs know who you are.’

‘When you succeed I will be the star.’

I awoke remembering every word.

I know it all may sound a little absurd.

But, it seems I am in the army of God.

Covered by his armor & carrying a rod.

I have my burden to bare.

I will fight for justice everywhere

———————-.———R.W. Johnson—–(2020)

                Super Powers (Part one)

First I knew, I was awaking up from a coma.

I felt great!! No problems I could find.

Someone said “How long have I known ya.”

“I’ve never seen you lay around all the time.”

“What? Where am I? What happened?”

“You’ve been in a coma for a few days .”

“You fell off a cliff while we were mapping.”

“Taking readings and leaving stays.”

“We work for Cal Trans, remember now?”

“It is starting to come back to me.”

“I still feel like I am in a fog somehow.”

“I do feel like I have to pee.”

“I’ve been here how long? How bad was I hurt?”

“Four days. You’re lucky to be alive.”

“You were air lifted here, for what it’s worth.”

“The trauma center near home. A short drive.”

“You’re parents & sister were here a lot.”

“I have stayed here waiting for you to come around.”

“Well, let’s go home then. A burger would hit the spot.”

“Wait a minute. You had better slow down.”

“You were near death. You scared us quite a lot.”

“But, I feel fine. No aches or pains. My head has cleared.”

“You need to be checked out by a doctor.”

“Call him in then. Quit acting weird.’

A couple hours later the doctor was in shock.

“You check out 100% well. That’s impossible.”

“No signs of broken bones or head trauma.”

“It’s a miracle. My family’s prayers made it possible.”

“I guess you can go. Can’t hold you, though I wanna.”

Later I said I had a vision while in a coma.

But, I couldn’t recall it, other than it was important.

“Don’t worry now about what happened while in a coma.”

“Just be glad you’re well now. You want Morton’s?”

Morton’s Burgers was coming up on the right.

“Yes, that would be perfect. I am really hungry.”

I was eating practically everything in sight.

“I guess that IV didn’t work like munchies.”

“I guess not. Let’s get home; it’s almost dinner.”

They surprised everyone when they arrived.

“It was a miracle and I was the winner.”

“Thanks for all your prayers. I survived.”

I slept like a log that night in my own bed.

The next day is when I realized things were different.

It wasn’t just things I was thinking in my head.

I now had ‘powers’ that were more than sufficient.

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

Mother Goose COVID Rhymes

Hi diddle diddle.

The cat & the fiddle.

The cow jumped over the moon.

He jumped so high.

Cause he didn’t want to die.

COVID-19 was coming soon.

Jack Sprat could eat no fat.

His wife could eat no lean.

So between the two of them.

They both got COVID-19

 Jack & Jill.

 Went up the hill.

 To fetch a pail of water.

 Jack fell down.

 And broke his crown.

Jill said COVID was in the water.

Old mother Hubbard lived in a shoe.

She had so many kids

She didn’t know what to do.

So she said ”It’s COVID time.”

And sent the kids to school.

Little Jack Horner.

Sat in a corner.

Eating a plumb pie.

He stuck in his thumb.

And pulled out a plumb.

And said “Without gloves I will die.”

Peter Piper, pumpkin eater.

Had a wife & couldn’t keep her.

He put her in a pumpkin shell.

She died of COVID & went to hell.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.

Humpty Dumpty had a great  fall.

All the kings horses.

And all the kings men.

Got COVID eating Humpty for breakfast again.

Little boy Blue.

Come blow your horn.

Play taps now.

So we can mourn.

—————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2020)

      A Hybrid Of The 4^th Kind

It started slowly, every now and then.

He would get leg cramps that wouldn’t end.

Usually at night, early in the morning.

Interrupting his sleep without warning.

Some nights it would be no problem.

Then, other nights it would involve sin.

He would cuss up a storm in severe pain.

He thought he would end up going lame.

Then he realized there was a change.

His knees would begin to work differently.

Something was happening, he could see.

Soon, he was able to see just what it was.

His knees worked backward. He was sure it does.

Before long there was no doubt.

Yet, he had no pain when up and about.

He could stand still & jump to the roof.

He was so shocked that he was mute.

A good 20 feet with ease.

He felt like a man on a trapeze.

No other changes happened after that.

No one knew he was agile as a cat.

The reason for the change, he didn’t have a clue.

But sitting down is easy for you.

For him it became somewhat of a challenge.

He would drink milk standing by the gallons.

He knew he had been abducted by aliens before.

Perhaps this is a result of an implant, maybe more.

He was a hybrid without a doubt.

He wasn’t ready to jump and shout.

Even though he could jump quite well.

He was most concerned about not having to tell.

————————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2020)

              Time On My Hands

Sitting here in my computer chair.

With numbing buns and long hair.

No barber shops open anywhere.

Why change clothes? Who really cares?

The quarantine is a quantum leap.

You will sow what you will reap.

If boredom doesn’t kill me first.

This is becoming a real curse.

I could write the Great American Novel.

If I wasn’t so far in denial.

Maybe I could invent a tool.

One that would satisfy any fool.

Sell it on the internet.

Say profits go to support a vet.

What am I saying? Read more books.

Learn to cook. Work on my looks.

Learn a foreign language in my spare time.

Babble just won’t work for me. I can’t sign.

Maybe learn a musical instrument.

All my talent has up and went.

Now I know how flag pole sitters felt.

Bored as hell come freeze or melt.

Is there a light at the end of the tunnel?

The one that looks a lot like a funnel.

We are all in this together they say.

But, I’m not one who likes to play.

Rubbing Vicks between my toes.

Will it work on fungus? No one knows.

I could shower, but it doesn’t seem worth it.

20 seconds of scrubbing just don’t cut it.

I can talk with other friends by phone.

For some reason they are always home.

I tell you, it is quite a life.

Stuck 24/7 in the house with the wife.

I can say things are getting fearful.

When Carol Baskin is a hero.

I guess I could write a poem for fun.

Have to hope I don’t offend anyone.

————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2020)