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Saved From A Lonely Life

Just before I turn out the light to sleep,
I look at you lying there, so sweet.
I turn out the light and think back.
A year ago, it was only me in this shack.

I had been alone for many a year.
When I met you, it brought on fear.
But, you quickly became part of my life.
There was no fear or strife.

It was like it had always been.
You were much more than a friend.
But, I remember, I was a loner for years.
Being with you has brought me to tears.

You. You have changed my life.
You. You have taken away the strife.
You took away the lonely nights.
You made me feel like I am somebody.
After years of being a nobody.
You. You have recreated my life.
You. You did it by becoming my wife.

After years of being alone.
I had made that life my home.
No one found me desirable before.
Most thought of me as a bore.

I would kid about being a bachelor.
When I wanted to be a match for her.
But, it never seemed to go my way.
I finally said ‘ let things go as they may.’

Years rolled by. I expected no change.
Each day things remained the same.
Then,—- Came the day I met you.
It wasn’t planned, but it came true.

You. You have changed my life.
You. You have taken away my strife.
You took away the lonely nights.
You made me feel like I am somebody.
After years of being a nobody.
You. You have recreated my life.
You. You did it by becoming my wife.

—————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Fractured Nursery Rhymes

Fractured Nursery Rhymes

Mary had a little lamb.

It’s fleece was a dirty mess.

So Mary washed it in the creek.

As it dried it choked to death.

Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater.

Had a wife & couldn’t keep her.

He put her in a pumpkin shell.

He ate the whole thing. He did well.

Bah, bah, black sheep.

Have you any wool?

Take a guess, creep.

Get an eye full.

Jack Sprat could eat no fat.

His wife wouldn’t eat any lean.

So he divorced her & got a cat.

The 2 of them licked the plate clean.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.

Humpty Dumpty had quite a fall.

He splattered yoke on the stones.

Now he lays there in rapture & moans.

Jack and Jill went up the hill.

They said they were going for water.

What they did gave them a thrill.

Now, soon he will be a father.

Hi diddle diddle. The cat & the fiddle.

The cow jumped over the moon.

On his way down, he said with a frown.

“I think I’ll make buttermilk soon.”

Tom Thumb, said with a gleam in his eye.

“I really like pie.”, as he stuck in his thumb

and he pulled out a plumb. He said

“”Damn, I hate plumb pie.”

Who goosed the moose?

Who turned the lunatic loose?

Who wrote these nursery rhymes?

“It was I” he said between the lines.

——————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

So Simple, Yet So Difficult

So Simple, Yet So Difficult

It took some time, but I’m beginning to see.

Women really do differ from me.

I’m not talking about the physical attributes.

I am talking more absolutes.

The way they look at everything.

Their definition of having a fling.

What turns them on and what doesn’t.

Thinking what she wanted,—- wasn’t.

Something simple is seen differently.

Even if we both pretend to agree.

She sees one thing. I see another.

The one more like me is my brother.

Communication becomes very hard.

She doesn’t talk like she came from Mars.

She talks like she came from Venus.

I hope that book doesn’t come between us.

But, what it says seems to be true.

Has this ever happened to you?

Arguing when we are saying the same thing.

Her approach is hard to be seen.

She says: “Men, they are all alike.”

Sometimes I think she says it for spite.

Women are the true mystery of nature.

Man is easy to understand. Not a satyr.

Does a transgender have problems here?

For the rest of us, it is never clear.

Is anyone willing to translate?

There is just no help when you are on a date.

How about maybe asking your mother?

That’s as embarrassing as telling your brother.

No one wants to look stupid about this.

Yet, it is all that stands in the way of bliss.

—————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Loneliness Here To Stay

Loneliness Here To Stay

He saw the man sitting on the park bench.

He looked so lonely it made his teeth clench.

He wished he could wipe out all loneliness.

If he could he wouldn’t stop at only this.

But, how could such a thing ever be done?

A general solution may not work for some.

Probably what each one needed was a friend.

He couldn’t be friend to all. Why pretend.

Maybe each lonely person needed God.

That solution would not be too odd.

But, not everyone wants a religious life.

Though it would help them get things right.

Finally, he reached a final conclusion.

There is no universal fix. It’s a delusion.

Now he was becoming depressed himself.

He wished he had magic,—- like an elf.

Wait a minute!! He just had an idea.

One didn’t come often. Not like diarrhea.

If lonely, you could read poetry & books.

It would be great if that’s all it took.

Creating their own world, they wouldn’t be lonely.

They could read and write. Create a pony.

Create an imaginary world that had friends.

Maybe that could work. It all depends.

Would it be enough to delete the lonely feeling?

Or would it turn them into a different being?

Someone lost in the world of imagination.

Getting back may take some creation.

I had better lay this one to rest.

I think that would be for the best.

There is no universal cure.

If there are people, the lonely will be here.

———————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Solitary Man No More

Solitary Man No More

Nobody knew where the money came from.

It was enough to cover all of his fun.

He avoided other people’s curious looks.

Writing poems & reading exciting books

carried him deep into each night.

He would start over again when it was light.

He was isolated. He lived alone.

In public, his face was rarely shown.

He said he was his own best friend.

His poems & his reading he would defend.

He had an imagination that knew no limits.

He could create a whole new world in minutes.

He didn’t watch TV or hear a radio.

Newspapers & magazines were a no no.

Sometimes he relaxed with music.

Not that often, but he liked the acoustics.

His poems reflected his isolation & life.

He would bring out how to avoid all strife.

He was called eccentric and a little odd.

He had his own thoughts & views of God.

He was not into penitence, or any such thing.

A monk’s celibate life wasn’t his to bring.

Yet, he never dealt with the opposite sex.

A slightly risqué’ poem was as close as it gets.

His books gave him ideas for new poems.

Read only by him. He accepted no coins.

He didn’t publish, sell or put them on the internet.

They would probably be found upon his death.

One day he wrote a poem of his life.

He thought: ‘Wait, this doesn’t seem right.’

He began to see just how eccentric he was.

He wondered why he was like this? Because??

He couldn’t come up with a good reason.

He decided to go out. It was the season.

Of course, he went to the library.

He soon met a sweet girl he would finally marry.

How that came about is another story.

But, I can assure you, it wasn’t boring.

She liked all the things he liked to.

She was an introvert. He said “I like that about you.”

They both loved poetry. She wrote some too.

She said “I love books, but mostly I love you..”

Life went on, but now there were two.

His poetry reflected a different point of view.

Life was good from all he could see.

He even wished the same for you and me.

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

The Dragon Rider’s First Quest

The Dragon Rider’s First Quest

The Dragon Rider heard the news.

Some ‘baddies’ were abducting kids.

Selling them for money and booze.

They were sold to the highest bids.

His dragon knew when he did.

Their minds were melded as one.

He met the dragon where she hid.

There was a battle to be won.

He flew his dragon in the night.

They flew to where the ‘baddies’ were.

They knew what they did was right.

This would be brutal, they were sure.

They found the ‘baddies’ all tanked up.

Sitting around a small camp fire.

He had a tightness in his gut.

There would be no talking to the liars.

The dragon swooped down & screeched.

They looked up & were sprayed with fire.

They had no time to gain their feet.

Instant crispy critters & burned up liars.

Booze & a camp fire should cover it.

But, one witness saw the whole thing.

Word spread that a man on a dragon did it.

Who could believe a man on the wing?

The legend of The Dragon Rider had begun.

It spread like wild fire through the land.

This would not be the only battle he won.

He became known as The Dragon Man.

————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Rude Awakening

Rude Awakening

Someone keeps calling my name.

Is it the whispering of the wind?

Somehow, it doesn’t feel the same.

Is it a voice from deep within?

Someone keeps calling my name.

I see no one as I look around.

Sometimes, it drives me insane.

I hear it often. That same old sound.

Someone keeps calling my name.

Is it someone from my past?

I know that sounds a little lame.

Sometimes I feel harassed.

Someone keeps calling my name.

Is it a voice from up above?

If yes, there is much to gain.

I must handle it with gloves.

Someone keeps calling my name

I awake and look around.

“Get up for school, lame brain.”

My mom is who is making that sound.

—————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

The Two Poles

The Two Poles

He set up two tall poles, a distance apart.

I said “What is this? A new type of art??”

He said “No, this will rate the winner.”

“Excuse me, did you say winter??”

“No, I said it will rate the winner.”

“I don’t get it. The winner of what?” He said “Don’t you feel it in your gut??”

“The winner of life, guts, and glory.”

“What are you talking about?? It sounds gory.”

“One pole is the center of all things.”

“The other one gives you wings.”

“You’re talking way over my head.”

“One is life. The other one, you’re dead.”

“I don’t think I’m following what you said.”

“All things end in death or life.”

“This will rate how you fought the fight.”

“Exactly how will it do that” I muttered.

“What? It’s as plain as day” he uttered.”

“This pole has a snake on top”

“All who look at it will live. It’s the rock.”

“The other pole is just a big stake.”

He said “To look at it is a mistake.”

He stated “Life is the race.”

“ At the end are the stakes”

“Now, does it make sense to you??”

I said “Yes, indeed it do.”———R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

The Fog

The Fog

A mysterious fog appeared in the evening.

The kind that makes you think of people grieving.

Funny noises were heard coming from the fog.

Screeches, scraping, gurgling, like from a bog.

A friend went outside to check it out .

He didn’t come back. He was nowhere about.

We were In a log cabin in the woods.

Lights front and back only lit up what it could.

We looked out all of the windows.

We only saw fog. It gave us chills.

Suddenly, all the lights went out.

We were scared, as we looked about.

We found a lantern and got it lit.

The dog was barking. Throwing a fit.

We heard some thumping on the door.

Then a loud crash , and we heard no more.

There were 3 of us still in the cabin.

We were all afraid of what would happen.

We lit a fire in the fireplace real quick.

We locked all windows & doors. Candles were lit.

Then the moaning outside began.

The girls said ”Check it out. Be the man.”

“I’m not going out there. I swear.”

“There is something totally wrong out there.”

“Why is there a fog in the middle of summer?”

“All that noise out there is a real bummer.”

“I think maybe we entered the Twilight Zone.”

“Oh, be real, will you. Where is your phone?”

“We don’t have a land phone. No cell service either.”

“My wife wanted to be secluded. Do you want to beat her?”

A scream came from behind the cabin.

It sounded like a bunch of man men.

We were all really getting shook up.

I was feeling a cramp in my gut.

“Don’t you even have a TV?”

“Yes, but the power is off, you see.”

“Let me out of here!!”, & one girl ran out.

She was gone before we could even shout.

It was quiet for a short spell.

Then, she screamed & started yelling ‘help!’

I grabbed my rifle and a few shells.

“If it comes in I’ll blow it to hell.”

“If what comes in” she said.

“Whatever wants to make us dead.”

Then there began a shaking.

Like an earthquake in the making.

It stopped and we looked outside.

No more fog. Nowhere to hide.

We went outside and found nothing.

Our friends were gone. We started cussing.

“What the hell just happened here?”

“I have no idea. Just give me a beer.”

We never found out another thing.

We were afraid what it all would bring.

We told the law the friends left for town.

They never came back. They were nowhere around.

The law made a missing persons search.

They never got a single alert.

The mystery has never been solved.

We wouldn’t mention the fog, we avowed.

———————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Playboy Finds His True Love

Playboy Finds His True Love

It was a tough decision but, it had to be made.

Life was more than just getting laid.

A radical change in life style is coming on.

I have found someone for who I have grown fond.

I have always been a free spirit type of person.

Never tied down to one. Was it a curse then?

All of a sudden I want to change my style.

I desire to stay with just one for awhile.

She is different, without really trying to be.

Somehow, she has gotten through to me.

In chains of love, she had wrapped up my heart.

Now, I can’t stand the time that we are apart.

I want her with me all of the time.

I want to make her permanently mine.

I have to watch my every move.

I don’t want her to have to choose.

I want her to always know that I am the one.

The one who can always make her life fun.

Dedication and faithfulness is new to me.

But, doing so, I really feel free.

It is something I feel like I want to do.

I always want to be true blue.

This is a totally new way of life.

I am positive I want her for my wife.

I never knew things could be so good.

Just as long as it is always understood.

This is a commitment I am trying to make.

I know everything that is at stake.

But, if you love me like I love you,

then neither of us will ever be a fool.

I see things getting so good,

it is indescribable, even if I could.

I will feel like I am genuinely blessed.

If and when you will just say yes!!

——————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)