Random – Page 28 – Word Smith Wisdom

Rebuilding A Soul

Like pieces of broken glass, reflecting all the colors of the sun.
There lies the soul of a man who has come undone.
The emotional trauma that destroyed such a precious thing
seems so overwhelming that it simply can only be mean.
What would it take to restore this soul to its former state?
It may require more than me. Do I have what it would take?
All the shattered pieces must be reassembled correctly.
If not, he will be unable to love. He will be inept, see.
It will take great patience and care to do this thing.
Once done correctly, his heart may yet, again, sing.
Once assembled it will take trust to make it secure.
Trust is the only adhesive that will make it all adhere.
That is the hardest part of the entire procedure.
Pure trust, once destroyed, is hard to reclaim, I fear.
If this all can be accomplished, what a revelation.
Here is a man who will resist all temptation.
A man who will love with all his heart and soul.
To have such a man as mine is my goal.
It will take all my skill and ingenuity as a woman.
He was burned once. He must never know it again.
Once I have rebuilt his soul, I will never let go.
No one will ever know it was I who rebuilt his soul.

———————————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2015)

Rhymes For The Current Time

Little boy blue, come blow your horn.
The sheep are in the garden, the cows are in the corn.
Who wrote this sappy little rhyme?
At the least, they should be doing jail time.
Sheep & cows could care less for horn music.
Send out the dog, he’ll herd them, you see.
Such blitherings are lost in translation.
They almost sound like incantations.
But then, I guess I can’t complain.
Some of the current stuff is pretty lame.
Like “The Elf Song.” Vulgar as hell.
Don’t be singing it or I will tell.
Other vernaculars of this age
display a sample of daily rage.
I won’t bother to repeat one here.
Almost any of them will make it clear.
Lets clean up our act folks.
Make them clean without the jokes.
Have it come from deep inside.
The results will open eyes wide.
I will leave the content up to you.
Use your imagination; you’ll come through.

——————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Fragrances And Smells Can Be Fun

Have you wondered what a fragrance could be?
They can do amazing things, you see.
Scent of woman can drive a man mad.
Scent of man can make a woman glad.
Smells can be foul, or smell like perfume.
Smells can drive you from the room.
Human smells can linger on their clothes.
A dog smells more than a human nose.
How do dogs keep all the smells straight?
Such thoughts are up for debate.
Certain smells can make you salivate
The smell of fear may determine your fate.
Some dogs, apparently, can smell Cancer.
Using smells could be the answer.
Pheromones are a potent tool.
They can make a girl flip for you.
They can also work in reverse.
To be so smitten, could be a curse.
But, when you’re with the one you love,
pheromones are better than a turtle dove.
They can bring you both to ecstasy unknown.
In no time at all your minds will be blown.
God was wise in his many ways.
The scent of a flower can always say
I love you with all my heart.
I don’t want us to ever part.
Then, let the pheromones take over.
It is better than a roll in the clover.
Fragrances, scents, smells, or pheromones.
Call them what you want when alone.
When used right, the situation will change.
You will have another. It won’t be in vain.

——————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Man, Madly In Love

Like The Searchers song referred to.
I know I’ll never find another you.
You have saved me in so many ways.
Life with you are my glory days.

You meet my every expectation.
We couldn’t have better relations.
Your beautiful, charming, & smart.
You were the one right from the start.

I found you when we were young.
There is so much more to come.
Such riches is more than one deserves.
You’re the one who has the final word.

I am so humble to be the one.
The one you picked to father your son.
Together we will have heaven on earth.
To bask in your love is what it’s worth.

No greater joy can one man feel.
Than to have you.—– It is real.
Cherish is the word I use to describe.
How I feel for you here inside.

The luckiest man there is alive.
Just to have you by my side.
I must always mind my P’s and Q’s.
Forbid the thought of losing you.

———————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Stagger Lee: The Rest Of The Story

Remember the story of Stagger Lee?
Billy shot that boy oh so bad.
Well, Stagger Lee did live, you see.
So be happy. No longer be sad.
Billy was arrested for attempted murder.
Lee recovered from a shoulder wound.
Lee’s friends Decided to help him further.
Put it on the internet, help came soon.
Enough money to pay Lee’s bill.
Plus enough to get his sick wife well.
Lee was offered a job at the mill.
A better job than bartending hell.
That’s what he called his old job.
The wife and kids are doing great.
A happy ending here is not odd.
Lee’s new job was a piece of cake.
Billy won’t see the light of day.
The kids are doing great in school.
Lee ran for mayor. It was a run away.
His ‘no violence’ stand was real cool.
Things couldn’t be better for them.
Since he took that bullet from Billy.
Not the best way to improve. Amen.
But, it worked for him & his wife, Lilly.

————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

The LOVE Of Christmas

O and V were in distress.
They were taken. What a mess.
L and E were all alone.
They didn’t want to be alone.
L slid over to be closer to E.
To share the loneliness, you see.
S and A were then shown.
L and E would not be alone.
They took O and V’s place.
They made SALE to state their case.
V and E were not happy.
Their Christmas spirit was now crappy.
They cried for their LOVE back.
FAITH and HOPE had the knack.
They came on strong.
S and A were soon gone.
O and V came back home.
L and E were no longer alone.
LOVE was back. Praise the Lord!!
Christmas without LOVE would be bored.
You see, LOVE is what it’s all about.
Not SALE, but do not pout.
There will be SALE’s, but it’s o.k.
It’s for gifts of LOVE all the way.
So, enjoy your Christmas with lots of LOVE.
God will smile down from heaven above.

——————————R. W. Johnson —–(2015)

Bearmares

She is over here.
She is over there.
She is everywhere.
I turn left.
I turn right.
There she is.
Within my sight.
I can’t flee.
Can’t you see?
She’ll find me.
I can’t be free.
She is here.
She is there.
She is in my hair.
She’s at my table.
She’s in my bed.
I can’t be free.
She’s in my head.
You don’t care.
Because I’m a bear.
She is Goldielocks.
Well, just don’t stare.

—–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Private Love, Not Public

We had been on a few dates.
I felt I wanted you for my mate.
It was time to make a move.
I decided to put on the ‘smooth.’

I wanted to bring you into my world.
What a shock to see it went viral.
You put my ‘smooth moves’ online.
Now everyone knows my line.

I wanted it to be private & special.
Not be a soapbox intellectual.
It destroyed the intimacy of it.
It made me feel I want to quit.

I thought we would be a pair.
Admired by others everywhere.
Now I am a internet star.
The ‘Don Juan’ of lovers afar.

What I said was only for you.
I hoped you would think so too.
But, you’ve made me a social star.
Our love is over due to the scar.

It can never recover from a hit like this.
Our love is as good as a miss.
It has no place on the social media.
Basically, it has shown I don’t need ya.

I think for my type of romance
The old days had the best chance.
You need a lover who puts on a show.
One who will let all the world know.

As for me, I am the private type.
I am not fond of all the hype.
You go your way & I’ll go mine.
Maybe we’ll meet again sometime.

———————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Holiday Inspiration

The homeless man was found under the bridge.
He was frozen, arms around what was his.
He was holding a note. What would it say?
It said: I wish you a Happy Thanksgiving Day.

What would bring a man to write this?
He froze to death. Thanksgiving, he did miss.
Yet,—– he wished the best for others.
It must have been the training of his mother.

After learning his name, I checked on his past.
His life of sacrifice was now in the trash.
It seems his entire life was helping others.
He helped all the children and their mothers.

He volunteered to help in every way.
In every circumstance almost every day.
Yet, he ended up homeless and alone.
Through his last message his kindness shown.

This man was a saint in every way.
When asked about it, what did he say?
“It is always better to give than to receive.”
“I only wish I could fill everyone’s need.”

For such a man there’s a place in heaven.
When he arrives the Lord will say “Kevin.”
“You are an example of all I am.”
“You are an example to every man.”

But, here on earth, he froze to death.
No roof for his head. He had nothing left.
His story made front page news.
He was finally given his dues.

Let his life be an example to all men.
As the Thanksgiving festivities grow dim.
Let’s all be more giving this holiday season.
Just love one another, if no other reason.

———————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

The Way It Is

We were all just young kids.
Trying to find our way as we live.
Some of us went the wrong path.
Led astray while others laugh.
Some of us made our own way.
We survived to this very day.
It wasn’t easy for our lot.
We went to ‘the school of hard knocks.’
That was where we learned most things.
The lessons were felt, but rarely seen.
They made us the men we are today.
Independent and wise in our ways.
Parental guidance was a help.
If not sheltered, like a whelp.
We were allowed to make mistakes.
From this we learned what it takes.
Life is hard. We needed coping skills.
We learned these along with the ills.
We learned to respect the law.
We knew hard work, & that ain’t all.
Respect for others was a plus.
Others would then look out for us.
Do your part, others can’t or won’t.
Be drawn to the do’s, avoid the don’ts.
Be a man. Always tell the truth.
Be kind and courteous. Never uncouth.
Try not to be too judgmental.
Other’s survival was not sentimental.
They are who they are from their past.
Their experiences back then still last.
The results are who they are.
Give thanks that we have come so far.
A lifetime has made me and made you.
Don’t waste it by acting the fool.
Use it all to improve yourself.
Others will be blessed. It will be felt.
Thank your parents and thank God.
You are surviving with their nod.
Now, make them proud of you.
Continue to grow in every venue.
Someone all will look up to.
It’s in the cards for me and you.

———————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)