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         The End Of Evil? (Part three)

The Wizard was checking all the time.

 It was just his frame of mind.

When the minions shot down the balloon,

they had not quite finished misting the gloom.

True, they had emptied all the misters.

But, the last bit was barely a blister.

They hoped it was enough to finish evil for good.

But, somehow, they doubted it really would.

Once the Warlock started getting evil spells to work,

the Wizard knew it was not a quirk.

They had been preparing for the worst.

They knew an active Warlock was a curse.

The Warlock was pissed to his core.

He would not put up with such antics anymore.

He had whipped up several spells to use.

The Wizard had better pray; he will lose.

First, let the Wizard try some quarantine.

It is not as pleasant as it may seem.

The Wizard & his acolytes can suck ass.

Very soon, they will be eating trash.

The Wizard knew something was coming down.

He had put binding spells all around.

“We may be quarantined for awhile.”

“Good thing we are well stocked so we can live in style.”

Sure enough, before the week was out.

The keep lit up trying to keep the evil spells out.

There was no letting up that they could see.

They dug in to wait a long while before they could be free.

What goes around comes around they always say.

Let’s hope they live to see another day.

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

            The End Of Evil? (Part two)

The Warlock was really in a stir.

He couldn’t get any spell to work for sure.

“We brought down the hot air balloon.”

“A big hole. It should hit the ground real soon.”

The Warlocks minions reported to him.

This news brought a big ole grin.

“Let’s hope you were in time.”

“Quick, seal everything up. Maybe we’ll be fine.”

Time passed, like it always does.

The Warlock kept trying magic, because.

He wanted to know if the spell was wearing off.

Some things would work. He would still scoff.

“We must quarantine till things clear up.”

“Be prepared. This could get real rough.”

After a couple months, things were bad.

Many minions were about to go mad.

Little to eat. What there was tasted foul.

They wanted to bite into a juicy cow.

Using corn cobs to wipe their butts.

The rolls of brocade was not enough.

Finally, they heard the Warlock yell.

“It worked!! One of my spells worked.”

Now, to make sure it wasn’t a quirk.

He tried more spells that worked just fine.

“Open up the place. Make quick time.”

“Get to town & buy all we need.”

“We will stockpile before we proceed.”

Off the minions went. Happy to go.

Came back loaded. Replaced all that was low.

Meantime, the Warlock plotted his revenge.

He has had many months to plan how to begin.

He would fix that Wizard when he was done.

Looks like the fun has just begun.

——————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2020)

          The End Of Evil? (Part one)

“There has got to be a better way.”

The acolyte said as he walked away.

“Come back, we are not done yet.”

The wizard said as he stirred the vet.

“Evil is spreading like a wild plague.”

“That’s why this concoction I’ve made.”

“A fine spray in the miasma each day.”

“It will put the evil at bay, I say.”

“But, the side effects are dangerous.”

“I know Egor. Let me explain this.”

“I have used magical filters to reduce this.”

“The overall risk is low enough to risk.”

“How do we get it into the air?”

“Fill the hot air balloon, well start from there.”

They proceeded with their plans.

Moving with haste, as best they can.

The wizard drained the vet into misters.

Careful not to touch in case of blisters.

When he finished, Egor had the hot air balloon filled.

They moved the misters there, as he willed.

They climbed aboard and off they went.

Up, up, and away. Soon they will vent.

They sprayed the misters on the wind.

Always careful to spray downwind.

When the land was covered, they returned.

At the keep, they made sure their clothes were burned.

They scrubbed up and put on clean clothes.

They were all spiffed up from heads to toes.

Now, all they had to do was wait.

They hoped this was all it would take.

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

   When God Withdrawals His Protection

People are nervous and becoming afraid.

The coronavirus has set the stage.

It will be multiple times worse in the future.

Laws, if at all, will be enforced by troopers.

You will see that anarchy is no solution.

It only makes it worse with no distribution.

All imagined tragedies coming down at once.

Forest fires, droughts, plagues, by the bunch.

Floods, earthquakes, volcanoes, storms.

People will cry out, feeling forelorned.

Plagues that will turn you to a chalky white dust.

Happening almost instantly, what a rush.

Hospitals & medical will be swamped.

Unable & incapable to handle all the want.

All businesses will be closed or destroyed.

There will be no one left to employ.

Only looters & murderers will be out & about.

Chaos will reign supreme.

No one will survive, it seems.

A time of trouble like there never was.

A world wide pandemic—–Why?—– Because—–

No more pleading and no more taunting.

We have been weighted in the balances & found wanting.

We all had millennia’s to choose.

 Instead, we continued to act like fools.

Now we sow what we have reaped.

There is little to do now, except to weep.

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

                    The In Between

After years of searching & applications of ideas,

a breakthrough was made. Something to free ya.

A way to travel anywhere, anytime instantly.

Can you even think of the immensity?

For lack of a better name, it seems.

It has been called the In Between.

In Between here and there.

In Between now and then, I swear.

In Between space and time.

The In Between will blow your mind.

Instantly, you can travel where ever.

There is no time lapse to sever.

What is there between here and there?

It is impossible to know, I swear.

Is it thought transference or magic?

Could it end up being tragic?

The answer is simply not known now.

So far, nothing has gone afoul.

Great distances have no effect.

Future, present, or past. Nothing to neglect.

Sounds like Science Fiction or Fantasy.

But, it helps when cramming for exams, you see.

Just concentrate on where you want to go.

Instantly, you are there. There is no show.

You say it sounds farfetched to you?

It depends on what you are going through.

I can take others with me, if that be needed.

You can learn to travel on your own when repeated.

It took me years to get it down pat.

Now, I can guide others to a quicker path.

First believe,—- then you will see.

The In Between could be something for you and me.

————————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2020)

               Don’t Talk To Strangers

Walking down the road, whistling a song.

I was watching my step when a car came along.

The guy pulled up and rolled down his window.

He said; “Hey kid, are you single?”

“What?? I am way too young to be married.”

The guy just laughed. He kind of looked like Larry.

“Just kidding ya. Hey, do ya want a lift?”

I was worried. He might be ‘sick.’

“My mom said not to talk to strangers.”

“My name is Bill. Now we are not strangers.”

“Funny.”, I said. “But, that’s not how it goes.”

“You never know how some people roll.”

“Do I look like the type to be deceiving?”

“You never know what someone may be needing.”

“Well, where are ya going anyway?”

”To visit my friend who lives down the way.”

“Right on the way. Let me give you a lift.”

“I would rather slip in spit.”

“What’s your problem kid? I’m offering help.”

“You’re my problem. You little weirdo whelp.”

“You have a real mouth on ya, kid.”

“ Where’s your manners. You talk like Sid.”

“Who the hell is Sid?” I said.

“A smart mouth kid I know.” He said.

“Can’t blame him. You’re harassing kids.”

“What do you mean? I never harassed Sid.”

“Well, you are harassing me.”

“How do you figure? Talk to me.”

“I told you I don’t talk to strangers.”

“Yet, you made a joke of it. That’s danger.”

“What the hell? I just offered you a lift?”

“And I said I’d rather slip in spit.”

“Take the hint and hit the road.”

“Before I attack you with my toad.”

He laughed. “You are one rough kid.”

“Sick your toad on me. You’re worse than Sid.”

“You need to stick it where the sun don’t shine.”

“Rotate on it while you’re at it. See what you find.”

“You’re one smart assed little shit.”

“I’m leaving. I won’t miss you one little bit.”

With that, he took off, tires squealing.

Though this story may not be appealing.

It is a lesson on how to handle creepy strangers.

‘Oh, oh.’—– Slowing down was a blue Ranger.

————————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2020)

               What’s Cooking?

No one knows about this news.

Just Bobby & I, & were no fools.

If people knew what we seen & heard.

We’d be asylum bound, is the word.

I know, you think were nuts already.

Just another prank. Pretty petty.

Truth is; we wish it was a prank.

And we are being pretty frank.

It happened last week on our way to school.

We cut through the woods, like we usually do.

It is a shortcut to the school.

We were stopped by a fiendishly looking ghoul.

It grabbed us both before we could run.

It dragged us off and it wasn’t for fun.

It dragged us to this notch in the cliff.

Almost like a cave, but not as slick.

It stunk like hell in there, like something died.

The ghoulish thing had real rough hide.

It was slobbering like Little Jack Horner.

There was a pile of bones in the corner.

We were shaking in our boots.

It threw us in a big pot & threw in some roots.

It added several other things.

Then it poured in water from a spring.

It did what looked like a magic trick.

Made fire on Its finger like a stick.

It set some wood ablaze under the pot.

It started getting warm, like it or not.

Then, it heard a noise and went to check.

We jumped out of the pot & ran faster than heck.

We got home & told my mom we fell in the creek.

She had us clean up in the sink.

Dry clothes & she drove us to school.

We made it there  just in time too.

We have been afraid to say a thing.

We need to take a lie detector machine.

People need to know this ghoul is out there.

Put all on alert that they better beware.

But, the ghoul was never seen or heard of again.

They were glad they didn’t say anything in the end.

———————————————R.. W. Johnson—–(2020)

                       Nerd Day

Today is the day, if you haven’t heard.

Time to celebrate the raise of the nerd.

One who seems goofy and out of place.

Yet has the brains to conquer space.

He may dress, look, and act oddly.

But, as for smarts, he’s not shoddy.

He can solve a Rubric’s Cube in a flash.

He will always be head of the class.

Without nerds, science wouldn’t advance.

So why are they often those who get pants’d?

Often bullied by ‘so called’ normal boys.

Girls don’t look twice at these brainiac toys.

But, the nerds grow up to become successful.

Brilliant scientists whose work is stressful.

They are responsible for saving millions.

Money and people. They prevent killing.

Killing by plagues and other things.

It is their knowledge that they bring.

So, there is a place for nerds today.

Celebrate,—– today is Nerd Day.

———————————R.W. Johnson—–(2020)

     Lazy Days Of Summer

The gentle river rolling by.

See all the pretty butterflies.

The sun warm and soothing.

Makes me feel like snoozing.

Birds chirping in the trees.

Limbs moving in a gentle breeze.

Crickets making all their noises.

All together, sounding like voices.

Time is gently passing by.

No one there, but you and I.

Gentle thoughts on my mind.

It’s why we come here all the time.

A time to remember often.

Each kiss makes the moments soften.

Summertime, and the living is easy.

I speak of it & feel you squeeze me.

But, alas, the time has come.

We must head back where we came from.

Be assured, we will come again.

After all, you are much more than a friend.

———————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2020)

            The Acolyte Learns To Relax

“This will take you to other realms.” The wizard said.

“The trip won’t be just in your head.”

The acolyte looked at the drink with suspicion.

“This may be too much for my inhibitions.”

“I have drank the potion many times myself.”

“To understand its power you must know how it felt.”

With shaking hands the acolyte downed the drink.

Suddenly, he disappeared in just a wink.

The wizard sat and read while waiting.

The acolyte’s return, he was anticipating.

In about 2 hours the acolyte popped into view.

His clothes were wrinkled and his hair was askew.

“Did you have fun in the alternate realm?”

‘Holy shit!!”—– He was over whelmed.

The wizard knew just what he had  seen & done.

He had gone there often just for fun.

“The Kit Kat Club is quite a place.”

“I’ll say.” the acolyte said with a red face.

“I sent you there to relieve some tension.”

“You seemed a little uptight before, did I mention?”

“Well, your plan worked. I am well relaxed now.”

The wizard knew that would be the outcome somehow.

“Tomorrow we will get down to business, O.K.?”

“Sure, because I have already had ‘the business’ today.”

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