Mother Nature

 

        Mother Nature

It was carried on the air.

You could hear it everywhere.

It reaches deep within your soul.

Stimulating you from head to toe.

 

It has a fragrance with it too.

The smell of spring or morning dew.

Fairies dance in its glow.

You’ll speed up, then take it slow.

 

It is around us every day.

Stimulating in every way.

Makes the old feel young.

Making every moment fun.

 

What it is, you haven’t a clue?

The parade is passing by you.

Take some time to smell the roses.

Listen to the song it composes.

 

See the colors in her dress.

She always dresses in her best.

She spins and twirls all around you.

It is Mother Nature, always true.

—————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

 

 

The ‘Cosmic Trigger.’

           The ‘Cosmic Trigger’

It was something called a ‘Cosmic Trigger.’

Sent from the Dog Star.—– Go figure.

What it was can’t be described.

If I told you, you’d say I lied.

 

Call it mystic. Call it spiritual.

It didn’t require a ritual.

It was ‘dogmatic’, to say the least.

Some say it released the beast.

 

Call it an idea or an epiphany.

A ‘New World Order’, or a mystery.

It started as a movement of minds.

Like thinkers, drawing their lines.

 

It was a thing way overdue.

It was tasty, like a porridge stew.

It wasn’t food, nor anything close.

It was just pleasant to most.

 

It was a new way of thinking.

A way to make the most of linking.

Linking one to another to one goal.

A drawing together of the inner soul.

 

Every person becomes as one.

An equal meaning for everyone.

Central and equal in every way.

It will lead us to the stars someday.

 

One for all and all for one.

The 3 Musketeers have finally won.

The whole world pulling together.

Toward a central goal forever.

 

Did aliens dabble in world affairs??

Are we showing off their wares??

Are we better off with the ‘Cosmic Trigger?’

Or, was it just blanks?—–Go figure.

—————————R.W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

 

Infatuated

              Infatuated

The aqua color in your eyes

matches the sea at sunrise.

The tan color of your skin

Shows the beauty from within.

 

The color of your lovely hair

Is enough to make me care.

Your stature, straight and tall

is like a goddess; you enthrall.

 

Your lips are of a color, rare

that blends with all you wear.

Your walk is quite the sight,

it brings one to his knees , alright.

 

But, the beauty from within

Is what makes you a win.

You are ‘personality plus’

with nothing I don’t trust.

 

With all of this going out the door,

you are someone I can’t ignore.

Somehow, I have to make you mine.

Someone I can cherish for all  time.

—————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

 

 

 

The Mystery Of Life

          The Mystery Of Life

I found it’s like a squeaky door.

Squeeze through to see some more.

Once there you wonder where to go?

Not possible to blend with the flow.

You get bumped and jerked around.

Never knowing where you’re bound.

If you knew up from down while here.

You might be able to make it clear.

You just want to get through it.

Keep the stress to a little bit.

But, things are never easy.

Even if you are a little sleazy.

Over time you learn much more.

What am I really here for?

Take it all and form a picture.

Mental process is much richer.

Time flies by and you reach the end.

Which way will you go my friend?

Will you slip out quietly?

Or, make headlines for all to see?

What you did here lives on.

In the memory of others who carry on.

What comes next, you haven’t a clue.

Take it on faith. Don’t be a fool.

Some peoples trips are shorter.

Other’s are a lot longer.

Either way, your beginnings are the same.

Your endings may not be yours to claim.

Yet, after exiting, all blends together.

In the minds of those who write these letters.

—————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

The Desert Blooms

         The Desert Blooms

It is always hot in this desert town.

Even in the winter it is warm.

Not many want to hang around.

It is a hell of a place to be born.

Those raised here stay around the most.

If not for that, there’d be only ghosts.

Then what was she doing in this town?

Originally she was passing through.

Good looking, yet hanging around?

Got herself a job at the diner too.

She doesn’t talk about her past.

Mostly, she just stays to herself.

I didn’t think her stay would last.

Yet, she’s never asked for help.

One morning we got to talking.

She shared a few interests with me.

Enough that I didn’t feel like walking.

Hiking, fishing, and bikes, you see.

I asked her if she would come,

I could take her to some real action.

Sunday there would be a dirt bike run.

Ride like the wind if you have traction.

She said yes and it was settled.

Sunday I went to pick her up.

She had a dirt bike. Not one you peddle.

I put it in the back of my pickup truck.

We went out to Big Sand Hill.

Lots of bikers already there.

Trying to ride to the top for a thrill.

Most didn’t get anywhere.

I took off and barely made it over.

She came right after and came right up.

The first girl to make it over.

She was too good for it to be luck.

She wouldn’t say where she learned to ride.

She made it up several more times that day.

She made it every time she tried.

I fell more times than I want to say.

I said she could ride. Next we’ll try fishing.

She said she would be happy to go.
I didn’t want work to think she was missing.

Evening is a good time to go.

That next evening I towed my boat.

We went to the river to launch it.

In an hour, I thought I could gloat.

But, I had three more fish to get.

She had caught three more than me.

She wouldn’t say where she learned to fish.

She was good. Said it made her feel free.

The outdoors type and still a real dish.

I offered hiking next. There was no winner.

I really am not the competitive type.

She said she wasn’t either, so would go.

There is nothing but fun to take a hike.

That weekend we were ready to go.

We hiked about ten miles to a deserted mine.

It was a pretty desert spot there.

It was a good place to kill some time.

We started talking. I didn’t care.

She finally told me of her past.

She ran away from fame and glory.

She knew that life wouldn’t last.

That was the end of her story.

I said I didn’t think so. It had just begun.

She said what did I mean?

If you feel like I do hon.

Then you know just what I mean.

She smiled and gave me a big kiss.

I knew I was into something good.

This could lead to real bliss.

In this desert with nothing good.

————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

 

 

 

A Positive Outlook

 

        A Positive Outlook

After all is said and done.

I will carry on, without the fun.

Life can be a tragedy.

Or, it can be happy and free.

It was happy once upon a time.

You were more than a friend of mine.

Now that it’s all said and done.

I think back on all the fun.

Those were happy times back then.

Back when you were more than a friend.

The past is just a good bye now.

Today is all that has survived, somehow.

Tomorrow is full of surprises.

What I do with them is my devices.

Be it good or be it bad.

Lessons from the past will help this lad.

I will approach tomorrow with hope.

And the knowledge that I can cope.

Make the most of what is to come.

Maybe get back to having fun.

Always look forward to the best.

Put all the past to rest.

Life is what you make it to be.

Even a life without you and me.

Upward and onward to infinity.

A life of happiness to set me free.

———————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

 

A Train To Nowhere

 

            A Train To Nowhere

Riding the train from Calif. To Idaho.

On a trip with nowhere to go.

Watching the deserts of Nevada roll by.

Keeping busy as I try not to cry.

 

The clickity clack of the wheels remind me of you.

I need more for my mind to do.

I watch as crops come into view.

Tractors moving, men growing food for you.

 

Small towns flash by every now and then.

The people seem to have peace within.

The sun goes down and the view dims.

Hiding from sight any and all sins.

 

Having dinner in the dining car.

My thoughts drift to a place afar.

Better times and better company.

Remembering how happy times can be.

 

Sleep is restless, the dreams are real.

The rocking car brings sleep anew.

Up early and pacing around.

Not much on this trip to be found.

 

Finally, I reach my destination.

I depart the train with elation.

Then, as I look around this place.

Why am I here? An internal debate.

 

A change of scenery is good for me.

Lots of new & different things to see.

New and different things to do.

All to help me forget about you.

 

I was bored to death by the second day.

This certainly was not the way.

I realized whatever I do, you see.

I can never run away from me.

————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fanatical Fan

         Fanatical Fan

I am coming down.

Will you come around.

To my way of thinking.

I say it while winking.

 

There is much to discuss here.

While we sit and have a beer.
Let’s have a meeting of the minds.

We are running out of time.

 

 “Will you, or will you won’t?”

“Just say I do and not I don’t.”

“It is impossible for me to know

just exactly which way you’ll go?”

 

We have dated for a long time.

We have always got along just fine.

It is time to up the ante.

Talk about something that can be.

 

It takes commitment and dedication.

A stronger stand in our relations.

There will be ups and there will be downs.

Sometimes we may feel like a clown.

 

But, the time is here to knuckle down.

Let’s have no more playing around.

Seasonal tickets is the way to go.

Will you say yes, or will you say no?

————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

Not The Way To Win A Trip

  Not The Way To Win A Trip

Shout it to all, hill over dale.

Today I won a trip in the mail.

Off to Alaska. All expenses paid.

Sounds like I have got it made.

I called the #,—- all excited.

He wanted info. I didn’t fight it.

He said I had a meeting to go to.

What else did I have to go through?

Two hours of my precious time.

Then, the trip would be all mine.

It was a time share. Imagine that.

They wanted my business. It’s a fact.

The two hours stretched to four.

I was ready to walk out the door.

We said “No!” a hundred times.

They were kind, but had set minds.

Finally, they wore us down.

They offered the best deal in town.

Now, we were ready for our trip.

It was all supplied in a little kit.

A hundred hoops to jump through.

Really limited on when we flew.

It took many calls to get it set.

Have we sacrificed enough yet?

We finally got the trip to Alaska.

If you ever go I won’t ask ya.

Cause, if your trip is like ours ,

you won’t want to go that far.

The trip really sucked big time.

Surely, the worst trip we could find.

Now we owe our lives to a time share.

I hope this makes you all aware.

It is a trap well worth avoiding.

In the end you’ll feel like voiding.

—————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

 

 

A Mystery With No End

 

      A Mystery With No End

I have been an explorer all my life.

It is one reason I don’t have a wife.

There are few places left to explore.

All has been seen by man before.

Word came down of a hidden valley.

In South America, a jungle alley.

Smoke was seen during an over flight.

Otherwise, it would remain out of sight.

So, off I went with my usual crew.

What we would find, no one knew.

The valley was narrow and overgrown.

Easy to see why it was never known.

With ropes, we fought our way down.

Using machete’s, we reached ground.

A flat floor with a river going through.

Barely enough room for the crew.

We found a path and followed it.

Continuing, though the forest was thick.

We came to a village of sorts.

Buildings that seemed to distort.

No one seemed to be around.

There were no tracks upon the ground.

Suddenly, we were surrounded by them.

They were known as the ‘Leopard Men.’

The medicine man could speak English.

How he learned it made me squeamish.

These people had no outside contact.

This valley was their only tract.

They worshiped a mysterious leopard.

The medicine man was like its shepard.

Somehow, he knew that we were coming.

English ‘came’ to him. He wasn’t funning.

“The leopard knows and sees all.”

He said it with pride, like before a fall.

“When we leave we will remember nothing.”

He told us that without any fussing.

He seemed to control all that happened.

He showed us a special map then.

I will take you to the Holy Leopard.

Only I know the way. I am his shepard.

The next day we set out, map in hand.

With the very bizarre medicine man.

After half a day’s hike, we saw a cave.

Way up the side of a cliff in the shade.

He said: “That’s where we have to go.”

I said: “I see no path, you know.”

He said: “We will all go up at once.”

Then he gathered us all in a bunch.

All at once, we all floated up to the cave.

“What the hell?” I heard some rave.

“The leopard brought us all up here.”

The medicine man didn’t think it queer.

“He is inside, around to the left.”

“He is waiting in a natural cleft.”

We went on, and soon, we were there.

We saw a large leopard sitting in a cleft.

He was silver, or maybe black? Just flecks?

He looked like a leopard, then again, he didn’t.

There was something we saw within it.

His eyes had indescribable depth

If you stared too long, your pants got wet.

There was something about those eyes.

They seemed to, literally, hypnotize.

We heard him speak within our minds.

“I read the minds of every kind.”

“I know all about all of you already.”

“Your favorite dish is Italian spaghetti.”

“What are you?” I asked in amazement.

“A visitor from the stars.” His gaze a squint.

“I am stranded for the time being.”

“Others are coming. Then I am leaving.”

“I can tell you all about myself.”

“You can compare me to one of your elves.”

“To you, I seem mystical, or magical.”

“Actually, I am not that radical.”

“However, I cannot allow you to keep the memories.”

“They could become an impossible threat to me.”

“After I am rescued, your memories will return.”

“There is much that you will learn.”

‘Someday, your race will reach the stars.”

“They will know that their ancestors met ours.”

“Things will go much better that way.”

“Your knowledge of us is better for that day.”

We had very little to say.

We learned much in the coming days.

Then, we set out on our way home.

As soon as we left the valley, we were alone.

We had new memories then of what happened.

Years later, our memories had a rapid retraction.

We could remember it all in detail.

We wrote books and articles about each tale.

So, the knowledge of ‘The Holy Leopard’ went out.

Taken in by the world, without doubt.

Our knowledge advanced man rapidly.

Off to the stars, with a cat to see.

Our ancestors will join the galactic federation.

With insight from a visitor from another nation.

May this story be recorded in history.

Yet, much of it will remain a mystery.

—————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)