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The Golden Age Of Magic (Chapter 4)

Wizards covered Warlocks with a curse of blisters.

Warlocks sent locusts to cover Wizards whiskers.

Both spent most time covered with their shields.

To protect themselves from magical fields.

Aladon cursed and paced around.

He knew he wasn’t the only show in town.

What he needed was a bigger stick.

The one Zargon was creating would fit.

Finally, word came down, the day had arrived.

Zargon was successful. His creation was alive.

Aladon zapped to the magical pens.

Anxious to see the work of his friend.

“I call it a Replicator, per your request.”

“It will follow the specific orders of any quest.”

“If damaged, even killed, it will replicate itself.”

“It instinctually hates Wizards. It will make that felt.”

“It is a terminator, almost impossible to stop.”

“It will not stop till it is on top.”

“A skin harder than any known metal.”

“It will repel most magic cooked up in a kettle.”

“It is covered with razor sharp blades of varying lengths.”

“It will grab you and shred you quicker than you can think.”

“This is my ultimate fighting machine.”

“My god,” Aladon said, “Am I having a dream?”

“No, oh mighty one.” Zargon said. “It is as it seems.”

The Replicator stood about six feet tall.

Like a muscular man, but that was not all.

It could move with lightening speed.

It could be very intelligent, when there was a need.

It was extremely muscular in looks & strength.

It could lift three times its weight, I think.

It has red eyes that look like they are ready to bleed.

It could easily rip any man apart, when there is a need.

It is a hideous monster. Pure evil.

Causing fear down to your soul. Were you it’s next meal?

Even Aladon felt a shiver while looking at it.

He knew he had what would do the trick.

He couldn’t wait to put the beast into action.

But first, he needed to cause some attraction.

Get many Wizards out into the open, then

issue the order “Go get em!!”

What exactly will happen will be revealed later.

It will be quite gruesome. So don’t be late. Hear?

Until then, have a relaxing wait.

Remember, it’s just a story. But, don’t be late.——R.W. Johnson—–(2019)

A Lonely Man

He was just a lonely man.
Middle aged, with a tan.
A nice head of hair.
Slightly graying, but there.
Every day, he sat on a park bench.
Fed the squirrels and the finch.
He never bothered anyone.
He wasn’t into having fun.
No family, no one close.
Nothing for which he could boast.

He was just a lonely man.
He listened to jazz, when he can.
He went through life with little care.
Not concerned about what to wear.
Didn’t have a girlfriend or a wench.
He liked sports though. That’s a cinch.
He liked when the dusk would come.
The stars would appear, one by one.
His favorite food was rump roast.
It was the gravy he liked the most.

He was just a lonely man.
He watched some kids kicking a can.
He often thought it would be nice to share.
But, it didn’t happen. No one was there.
He was fairly handy with a wrench.
Concerning politics, he didn’t budge an inch.
To stay In shape, he liked to run.
Not with others. That, he would shun.
One day he took off for the coast.
A small vacation, he would host.

He was just a lonely man.

———————————R.W. Johnson—–(2019)

A Mystery In Everything

I have learned a special thing.
There is a mystery in everything.
It doesn’t matter what it may be.
It is something you can’t quite see.
The answer isn’t quite there.
The answer could be anywhere.
Pick a topic or subject now.
Something that censors will allow.
Something you know all about.
I know all this, you want to shout.
Take a second look right now.
Is there something that is not foul.
Something you didn’t notice before.
A mystery perhaps, a hidden door.
A different way to look at things.
Maybe all is not what it seems.
It doesn’t have to be a cover up.
It doesn’t have to really disrupt.
Just a different way to think.
Pushing it down the kitchen sink
will not change what you may think.
It does not mean you need a shrink.
You’re outside the box & in the pink.
Nothing is what it really seems.
There is a mystery in everything.

——————-R.W. Johnson—–(2019)

An Unexplained Occurance

I was watching an episode of Black Mirror.
Suddenly, I felt like something was near.
A creepy feeling all up and down my spine.
My heart was pumping overtime.
I got up and checked all the rooms.
Was I expecting to find some scary goon?
Nothing was found, so I went back to TV.
I still had a weird feeling coming over me.
I got up and checked all windows and doors.
All were locked, drapes drawn, nothing more.
I started my pre recorded show again.
Something I saw made me grin.
I had a black light in a drawer.
I took it out and shined it on the floor.
I saw foot prints appear in the black light.
I have to tell you, they gave me a fright.
I started following them where they led.
In the next room, they stopped dead.
Right against a blank wall.
There was nothing else there at all.
I touched the wall and my hand went through.
I was so shocked, I didn’t know what to do.
I recovered and began to feel around.
An invisible doorway is what I found.
I looked and it was a blank wall.
I felt along the wall and that wasn’t all.
My hand passed through like a doorway.
“Another dimension.” Was all I could say.
It felt a little cooler on the other side.
I put on a coat and stepped inside.
I immediately was back in my living room.
Black Mirror was still playing in the gloom.
“What the hell?” I yelled, looking around.
I went to find the doorway I’d found.
Amazingly, it was no longer there.
Just a solid wall, which was still bare.
Nothing ever happened again after that.
Was it Twilight Zone, or some type of trap?
The answer continues to avoid me.
I am nervous now, as I watch TV.

———————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Footprints In The Sand

See the footprints in the sand.
Here is something I don’t understand.
The footprints head way out there.
Then, they end up going nowhere?
They just suddenly disappear.
To me that seems really queer.
Were they abducted by a UFO?
The prints go nowhere with nowhere to go.
Did the sand open up and swallow them up?
Did they step through a portal or fall in a rut?
For some reason they just disappear.
Why would these tracks end right here?
There is nothing around from what I can see.
This is truly a mystery to me.
Was he like Elijah or Enoch, caught up to heaven?
Maybe he became some alien’s leaven?
There are no tracks to show a thing.
No sign of a scuffle or anything.
Did he step into another dimension?
If so, I had better pay attention.
I don’t want to fall down the some rabbit hole.
Where Alice in Wonderland wouldn’t go.
Simply gone, like so many other people & things.
Life is not so simple as it seems.
All I can say is: Keep picking them up & laying them down.
Keep making tracks all around.
Then, by chance, if you should disappear.
Leave tracks that are very clear.
Maybe then, you might be found.
Not like these footprints, where ever they are bound.

——————————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

The Beginning Of Commerce

Two cavemen were shuffling along.
One was bigger and he was strong.
The smaller one was the smarter.
But, being small made things harder.
A huge beast was heading their way.
There was no time to get away.
The smaller one grabbed a stick.
A long, heavy one would do the trick.
He grunted for the other to help.
They leveraged a rock, big enough he felt.
The bolder rolled down the hill.
It hit the beast and they had a kill.
The bigger one grunted and patted his back.
The smaller one indicated the sacks.
They cut the beast into chunks.
They put the meat in the sacks in lumps.
The big one grabbed two sacks with ease.
The smaller could only manage one with a heave.
They made it back to their cave.
Meat for dinner, they did crave.
The big one pointed, shoulders sore.
The little one was tired to the core.
Then, the little one sat blinking.
That usually meant he was thinking.
Soon he drew a picture on the wall.
A way to make it easier to haul.
He drew a crude wheel barrow.
Drew it rolling down the straight and narrow.
He drew the big one lifting one end.
Moving a big load for his friend.
Then, the big one understood.
Then, they built it, like they should.
Once done, they moved a load of rocks.
It was much easier than toting blocks.
Beasts were killed and brought home with ease.
Other cavemen could hardly believe.
Soon, they were building them for others.
Others gave them meat for their druthers.
They did not have to hunt anymore.
Meat and veggies were brought right to their door.
So began the American way.
And it is still being done today.

——————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Improbable History

“In 1492, something sailed the ocean blue.”
“I am wondering about it, just like you.”
“I’ve heard rumors. They are in my head.”
“It all happened, just like they said.”
“But, what the hell happened,” I asked.
As I sat there scratching my ass.
“Didn’t you pay attention in school?”
“Of course I did, you dorky fool!”
“Well, this was taught in history class.”
“Sorry.—– That was one I didn’t pass.”
“That is easy enough to tell.”
“Would you like a one way ticket to hell?”
“Don’t get in an uproar, it’s time to learn.”
“The answer to this riddle we will confirm.”
“Columbus sailed the ocean blue.”
“It happened way back in 1492.”
“Who gives a hoot about way back then?”
“Did he set a speed record, or smuggle gin?”
“NO. He discovered America.”
“The New World; and met native Americans.”
“Well, blow me down. No wonder I failed.”
“I probably slept through such a boring tale.”
“The queen hocked her jewels to pay for his trip.”
“What? He hocked stolen jewels to make that trip?”
“No wonder he wanted to get away as far as possible.”
“Now you’re making a mockery of history. Not plausible.”
“I’m just telling it in laymen’s words.”
“You’ve earned another ‘F’. It’s for the birds.”
“Teaching you history is an impossible job.”
“You are one person who is very odd.”
“Speak for yourself. One of worthless knowledge.”
“To learn the truth, I will have to go to college.”

—————————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Unanswered Questions

All my life, through its ups and downs,
with everything that’s come around.
I have always asked and complained.
Whatever happened to Baby Jane?
Also, who killed Roger Rabbit?
Seems it is becoming a habit.
Does Ronald McDonald have this?
Do sesame seeds on his buns exist?
By buns,—– I mean his buttocks.
Remember, this is not a ‘knock knock.’
Does Peter Pan really fly?
Do birds drop white wash in your eye?
What kind of music does a rubber band play?
Does any worm get up early each day?
Can a cow jump over the moon?
Can you spend 80 days in a balloon?
Can Beethoven roll over in his grave?
Can a barrel of monkeys behave?
When does one and one make three?
It is when a family starts, you see.
Is tip towing through the tulips the answer?
How come Santa named a reindeer Prancer?
Why is it only The Shadow knows?
Why do we kiss under mistletoe?
What does kemosabe really mean?
How are cupcakes filled with cream?
The list goes on without an end.
I won’t bore you with it, friend.
Make your own list when you have time.
I’ll bet yours is longer than mine.

—————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Moonlight

There is power in moonlight, they say.
All you have to do is bring it to bay.
Wolves howl at the moon when it’s full.
Do they sense something we don’t know?
If we could harness this power somehow.
Would it be beneficial, or cause a rowel?
Fairies dance in the moonlight, it’s said.
Just fictional, or a subject that’s dead?
Moonlight will increase a romantic mood.
Is that good, or will it lead to something lewd?
Moonlight is linked with medicinal potential.
For deadly nightshade plants, is moonlight essential?
Moonlight is praised by song writers and poets.
Are they the only ones who know this?
If you are a creature of the night.
Do you do better in the moonlight?
In a world where magic thrives.
Moonlight would make things come alive.
Moonlight is a reflective light.
Second nature to those of the night.
If you are taken by the wind during a moonlit night,
something is going on that would give most a fright.
So, if moonlight shines in your window at night,
be ready. Peter Pan may be taking flight.

——————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

THE DOOR TO ANYWHERE

It’s right up here around the bend.
It’s the weirdest place I’ve ever been in.
I’ve never seen anything like it before.
Look at that sign above the door.
THE DOOR TO ANYWHERE
What do you think that really means?
Think here and now and in between.
Is this shack some kind of time machine?
I don’t know if you would call it a machine.
Think anywhere, not any time.
Once you see it will fall into line.
I’m not sure I want to go in.
What if we’re trapped in the when.
I think it will be the where.
Same time, just a different where.
Go through a door and you are there.
You can go practically anywhere.
They went in and looked around.
Surrounded by hundreds of doors they found.
Each door had a small window.
They looked in. Their curiosity kindled.
They saw where they could step into.
A button by each door rang true.
Push it and the scene would change.
It was enough to drive you insane.
They tried one to see what it would take.
It opened easily. No noise did it make.
They stepped through, then stepped back out.
They just wanted to find out what it was about.
Then they realized someone looking in
could push the button and send them to when?
Let’s get out while we can.
Out of the place they ran.
No sooner had they gone out and it was gone.
Disappeared faster than a fast flying swan.
They looked around and could find no trace.
They were mighty happy they got out of that place.
If you see a sign saying THE DOOR TO ANYWHERE
Don’t go in, even on a dare.
You may get trapped with no way out.
That might be what it is all about.

——————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)