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The Radio Days

The Radio Days

For better times and better ways,

I started thinking of radio days.

I remember those good old times.

You got food, drink, maybe some wine.

Then the family gathered around the radio.

Just to hear your favorite shows.

There were comedies like Amos ‘n’ Andy.

Abbot & Costello were really dandy.

Westerns like The Lone Ranger.

Gunsmoke and other dangers.

Mysteries, like The Shadow Knows.

Ever wonder where The Shadow goes?

There was Dragnet and Gang Busters.

Buzz Cory and The Space Patrol.

Inner Sanctum and other shows.

There were many, many more.

We often sat around on the floor.

Yes, we enjoyed these family times.

Most of the shows were just fine.

Quite a different activity from today.

But then, we were different in every way.

Things back then were easy going.

The shows we heard left little showing.

Not the fast paced rush of today.

There was lots more time to play.

To each his own as to what they like.

But, I’ll take the old days. They were all right.

—————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

What is ‘Original Sin?’

What Is ‘Original Sin?’

I might be going out on a limb,

but, do you believe in ‘original sin?’

What do I mean by ‘original sin?’

Sin that was committed way back when.

The first sin committed by man.

When Adam ate the fruit in his hand.

True, Eve took a bite of it first.

But, the human race came under a curse

when Adam took a bite of the fruit.

He knew Eve would be given the boot.

He didn’t want to be left alone.

So he ate the fruit, letting out a groan.

This act was called the ‘original sin.’

Putting a curse on the human race from within.

Each person is born with a sinful nature.

Due to this ‘original sin’ maker.

Even Jesus was born with a sinful nature.

Inherited from his mother, not his maker.

However, He DID NOT SIN, overcoming by faith.

Our example and savior. He had what it takes.

What do they mean by a sinful nature?

How much faith does it take here?

It means we tend to do bad rather than good.

It is easy for us to be misled, though it should

not be so. By faith, we can overcome.

It is the only way to defeat where we came from.

We can do nothing of our own.

Only Christ, through us, it is shown,

can overcome that ‘man of sin’ inside.

The sinful nature will always abide.

It will be there till we are translated into

that glorious body made new for you.

Once you accept Christ as your personal savior

you are His son or daughter, translated later.

So, ‘original sin’ depends on your view.

But, it is something worth looking into.

———————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Mysterious Cavern

Mysterious Cavern

There is something I want you to see.

Won’t you come along with me?

There are some caverns near here.

Don’t worry. There’s nothing to fear.

It’s up the hill behind this place.

Lots of woods conceals its trace.

I found it the other day while hiking.

It’s a nice cavern. Just to my liking.

But, what’s in it is what you must see.

You won’t believe it just listening to me.

Just a little further through the woods.

There’s the hill. I would fly up if I could.

We can make it up this little trail.

It’s scary but, we can make it without fail.

Take this light. It’s dark inside.

It would make a cool place to hide.

Watch your step. It’s a little slick.

Be careful. Make the best of it.

There! Up ahead. See that arch form!

It is not natural. It’s not even worn.

Other lime formations show their age.

The arch is new. Recently made.

It looks like it’s from another world.

See the way the edges are curled.

Suddenly the arch began to brighten.

The open center began to lighten.

Then, something stepped out of the light.

We began to shake with fright.

We jumped behind a large stalagmite.

We watched the creature walk out of sight.

The light in the arch dimmed & went out.

It was awhile before we moved about.

I tossed a small stone through the arch.

Nothing happened. That gave us a start.

We decided to get the hell out.

We didn’t want to move about.

Whatever it was that suddenly appeared.

Was definitely something to be feared.

We will come back another time.

With proper equipment & frame of mind.

We’ll bring protection & more help.

Others will find out how we felt.

We will find out just what is going on.

You’ll come to. Right? Or am I wrong?

———————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Mother’s Day

Mother’s Day

Tomorrow is Mother’s Day again.

Once a year we honor them.

My mother is no longer around.

She stepped into tomorrow, I found.

It is an easier way to look at death.

Thank God, her memory hasn’t faded yet.

For all with mothers still alive.

Tomorrow, her special day will arrive.

Treat her to a special meal or outing.

Maybe flowers or candy. No pouting.

Tell her you love her because you do.

Without her, you wouldn’t be you.

Being a mother is a very tough job.

God didn’t want this to be odd.

He made a woman ready to do the job.

It is a job that really reflects God.

Not all mothers are loved by their own.

Often, it is not her fault, it is shown.

The cases where a mother has fallen short,

there are extenuating circumstances to sort.

Most of us love our mothers with good reason.

To say we don’t would fall just short of treason.

Our mothers gave their lives to raise us right.

A mother’s love for their offspring is no respite.

So do your best to make her proud.

Make your love stand out in the crowd.

God would do no less for me & you.

Your mother is special. She loves you too.

———————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

For The Sake Of Self

For The Sake Of Self

Things are happening that can’t be explained.

I need some logic to make it more plain.

Everything is melted down & become one.

One is lonely but, better than none.

Bring the demon into the light.

Check it out.—– Do not fight.

Bring this mess to a screeching end.

The demon has nothing to defend.

Now, my world is rapidly expanding.

All it took was a little understanding.

A deep introspect of how it works.

Casting out all the crazy quirks.

I have learned but, it could come back.

Send this demon on a different track.

Life is good without stupid hang-ups.

My life is now beginning to line up.

Others have their demons too.

They may not know what to do.

Hopefully, they will work it out.

It is all a mess without a doubt.

Every day brings new situations.

New people with new obligations.

Nightly, I need an introspection.

To make sure it’s the right direction.

To maintain a high functioning mental state

is a goal for me that’s become my fate.

I have to walk the straight and narrow.

Knowing, for the sake of self, be careful.

————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

The Legend Of Robin Hood

The Legend Of Robin Hood

Robin Hood was a sly little fellow.

He would rob from the rich & give to the poor.

His band of ‘merry men’ were pretty mellow.

He became a thief to even the score.

The Sherriff was oppressing the peons.

Taxing them way beyond reason.

King Richard had been gone for eons.

He would be back in due season.

He would not stand for such oppression.

The Sherriff would get his neck stretched.

Meantime, Robin Hood took possession

of all the money the Sherriff had fetched.

Robin had one thing going for him.

It was his skill with a longbow.

He could shoot a bow like Cupid’s twin.

His long shots had never gone low.

The Sherriff wanted Robin’s head.

He couldn’t roust him from Sherwood Forrest.

So, he held a contest, instead.

The best archer would win, of course.

There was a big cash prize offered.

Robin couldn’t resist such a competition.

The money was taken from the tax coffers.

Robin wanted to win to make redemption.

Robin disguised himself as a common beggar.

He registered for the contest. He had a bow.

The contest started and there were wagers.

The final two would shoot a longbow.

It was the Sherriff’s best archer against

the strange beggar, who was very good.

The archer hit dead center & kissed his wench.

The beggar’s arrow split the archer’s wood.

Such a shot, no one had ever seen.

To split another’s arrow at such a distance,

could only mean the beggar wasn’t who he seemed.

He, grabbed the prize & avoided resistance.

All realized it was Robin Hood.

He threw the prize money to the poor.

The Sherriff was doing all he could.

Yet, Robin made it out the door

He got away and the Sherriff looked the fool.

Robin & his men were hero’s of the poor.

The Sherriff planned things that were really cruel.

Before long King Richard returned from the war.

He was informed of the total situation.

The Sherriff was arrested and hung.

Robin was pardoned with elation.

Maid Marion & Robin became as one.

So ends my prose of Robin Hood.

True or legends, he is still a hero.

One who goes around doing good.

Most people think of him as real.

—————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Mother’s Day

Mother’s Day

Tomorrow is Mother’s Day again.

Once a year we honor them.

My mother is no longer around.

She stepped into tomorrow, I found.

It is an easier way to look at death.

Thank God, her memory hasn’t faded yet.

For all with mothers still alive.

Tomorrow, her special day will arrive.

Treat her to a special meal or outing.

Maybe flowers or candy. No pouting.

Tell her you love her because you do.

Without her, you wouldn’t be you.

Being a mother is a very tough job.

God didn’t want this to be odd.

He made a woman ready to do the job.

It is a job that really reflects God.

Not all mothers are loved by their own.

Often, it is not her fault, it is shown.

The cases where a mother has fallen short,

there are extenuating circumstances to sort.

Most of us love our mothers with good reason.

To say we don’t would fall just short of treason.

Our mothers gave their lives to raise us right.

A mother’s love for their offspring is no respite.

So do your best to make her proud.

Make your love stand out in the crowd.

God would do no less for me & you.

Your mother is special. She loves you too.

——————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

In The Time Of Magic

In The Time Of Magic

I am a time traveler. I travel forward or back.

Anyone can do it, if you have the knack.

You don’t need a special machine to go.

Just a good imagination for the show.

I went back to the mid-evil ages.

Knights, castles, & really poor wages.

But, there was one thing not here today.

It was magic. Powerful magic, I would say.

There was white magic & black magic too.

There were wizards and witches mixing brew.

Some were evil and some were good.

Some would kill you where you stood.

It was scary to hear all the magical talk.

If you talk the talk, you must walk the walk.

If you tried to get a wizard for hire,

he might burn you with wizard’s fire.

They worked for themselves, not for others.

They would probably fry their own mothers.

Those that used white magic were usually witches.

But, they could be a warlock & burn your britches.

What I am trying to say.

Magic is not for play.

Those who used it knew their stuff.

They didn’t share this with others much.

If one takes you under his wing.

You would be an acolyte, or some such thing.

You start at the bottom & work your way up.

Till you knew enough to drink from the cup.

The wizard would train you to his way of thinking.

You would reflect his actions right down to winking.

If you learned enough, you might go on your own.

You would then use all that you had been shown.

They all guard their craft with all their might.

No use ever getting up tight.

If a witch or wizard does things in his own way,

it’s not much different than some people today.

I learned what little I could.

Then, returned home, like I knew I would.

I found right off. Magic doesn’t work today.

I am sure there has got to be a better way.

But, I still have my imagination.

What a way to take a vacation.

Just imagine whatever you want.

And, wham! You’re ready to romp.

———————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

GMO’s: Blessing, Or Curse?

GMO’s: Blessing, Or Curse?

After dinner one night, I fell asleep.

I had a dream I want to keep.

I dreamed about GMO’s

Food changes to make things grow.

Genetically altered food.

Not really much better than glue.

At first, people just got sick.

Later, deformities were the risk.

There were freaks running everywhere.

A real scary thing,—- I declare.

Little babies, bug eyed, and deformed.

Makes you wish that they weren’t born.

People with tumor type growths

on their bodies were really gross.

Think of the worst you can imagine.

Then double that and add a cannon.

They look like they were shot from one.

Right into a brick wall , not for fun.

A real mess, I am trying to say.

Not the kind of place to stay.

Those who didn’t die from diabetes,

heart disease, cancer, or intestinal acities

were deformed worse than ever.

Yet, Monsanto was very clever.

People still ate the GMO’s like mad.

Monsanto said the problems were bad.

But, GMO’s were not the cause for sure.

Just ask the government for a cure.

I awoke screaming out loud.

I vowed organic only would be allowed

in our house from that day forward.

I thank God for the dream He ordered

sent to me to save our lives.

Before you eat GMO’s, think twice.

———————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

It Ended In Peace

It Ended In Peace

He had been a bad man all his life.

That’s why he was on death row.

Today is the last day of the fight

to try to keep his life in tow.

Execution time was approaching fast.

His last meal was being eaten.

Soon, the walk that would be his last

would come. He felt beaten.

“Dead man walking” it was known as.

That walk to meet his maker.

He didn’t give the guards any sass.

He was quiet. No longer a taker.

The pastor asked if he had any last words.

Then, he saw a person of light.

He was real. It was not absurd.

No other saw him. There was no fight.

The being said “The Lord knows your heart.”

“Are you sorry for all your sins?”

“Do you ask forgiveness This is no lark.”

The man said “Yes, yes. How do I begin?”

“The being said “It is done. You are saved.”

‘Your name is written in the book of life.”

“Though, for your sins on earth, you must pay.”

“Your eternity is assured without any strife.”

The light faded away. He said “I am sorry”

The pastor said “Bless you my son.”

“May you sleep in eternal rest.”

At that the man got a real smile on his face.

As the IV dripped the fluid into his arm,

to put him to sleep. He smiled .

He seemed to truly not be alarmed.

“He has found peace” the pastor said, without denial.

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