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Private World

Private World

Everything was black.

There was no sight.

There was no crap!

No emotions.

No feeling at all.

No commotions.

He was locked away.

Deep in his mind.

He had nothing to say.

To be left alone

was all he wanted.

He didn’t even moan.

He was drawn and gaunt.

His face was a mask.

No emotions there.

He wouldn’t last.

Death was drawing near.

Then,— she came.

A sweet smell he noticed first.

A gentle touch.

Others just made it worse.

As time passed,

He started to hear her voice.

Finally,— at last.

He had to look and see.

She was beautiful.

She was gentle and kind.

She trimmed his cuticles.

She washed his feet.

As he grew stronger,

She helped him to eat.

She was an angel to him.

She gave him hope.

Her heart he wanted to win.

So, one day, he actually spoke.

He told her he loved her.

He wanted her for his own.

She said what he didn’t want to hear.

“I am only your nurse.”

“I am married to another.”

It—it couldn’t be any worse!!

The black came slamming in.

He slipped back into his shell.

He would let no one in.

He would die first.

He was safe here from all pain.

The Dr. told the nurse:

“I think it’s all in vain”

He is going——-going———-going—————gone!!

—————————————————–R. W. Johnson——(2005)

I Want To Know More

“I Want To Know More”

“I want to know more”

I told my teacher in grade school.

She looked at me & said

“I would like to have more students like you.”

“I want to know more”

I said to the selective service sergeant.

He looked at me and said

“We need more solders like you.”

“I want to know more”

I said as I stood at the marital alter.

The preacher looked at me & said

“All you need to say is I do.”

“I want to know more”

I said to my wife as she walked out the door.

She looked at me and said

“I was a fool when I said I do.”

“I want to know more”

As I prayed to God wondering where I went wrong.

God looked down on me and said

“I am here my son until the end.”

“I want to know more”

I asked God again as I breathed my last.

God looked down, smiled & said

“Come to me.” ” Welcome home my friend.”

—————————————————–R.W. Johnson——(2011)

Mandy’s Poem

Mandy’s Poem

My favorite niece has a birthday today.

The world was blessed in a mighty way

When she came into the world to stay.

She’s now an adult and on her way

to be the best there is I’m here to say.

She is kind, generous and quite insightful.

The way she laughs is quite delightful.

She has a lot of empathy for others.

Treats others like a sister or brother.

She’s made up of a lot of emotions.

At times, she could cause a commotion.

She is VERY attached to her family.

She wants them to have all that can be.

At times, she worries about things too much

A sign of someone who cares enough.

She can get to the point in a poetic way.

Her thoughts on paper have so much to say.

She works giving comfort and aid to others.

They are uplifted as if it was from mother.

She’s a loving and religious person.

She gives all to her daughter and son.

Her husband is blessed to have such a wife.

He should keep her for the rest of his life.

——————————————————-R. W. Johnson—-(2011)

Space Rock – Or More?

Space Rock – Or More?

Spiraling through space.

Round and round.

A freezing cold hunk of rock.

Silence all around.

Ever onward through the void.

It’s destination unknown.

There was nothing to avoid.

It traveled on alone.

Time was non-existent here.

Every revolution the same.

Could life exist in such a state?

Survive and not go insane?

Yet,—- alive it was.

Not as we would know life.

Something different altogether.

Still something that had the right

to be called a sentient being.

A living ship might be close

To describe this hunk of rock.

Could it be carrying ghosts

onward to their destiny?

If there was life within,

there was no indication.

Just a hunk of rock in space

was all. No communication.

A time will someday come

when it will reach a destination.

Then, the answer will reveal

it’s final consecration.———————-R. W. Johnson—-(2011)

Spring Is A ‘Happening’

Spring Is A ‘Happening’

It’s time for spring

and all turns green.

Can you hear the birdies scream?

Winds will blow.

Pay the toll.

Now, it’s time for rock & roll.

Just a fleck.

What the heck?

Slippery, almost broke my neck.

Still some ice,

like frozen mice.

Watch your step or fall down twice.

See the moon

soak up gloom.

Watch out for the Moonie loon.

All will share.

It’s everywhere.

I feel it coming in the air.

Lying with your lass.

Splendor in the grass.

Love is something that can last.

There’s still crime.

Do the time.

Get out when it’s summertime.

Make a toast.

Too the host.

Wonder which she loves the most.

It’s crying time.

She’s not mine.

Wasted love is such a crime.

What to do

Without you.

I feel like Alley Oop from Moo.

Beat my chest.

Scream protests.

It’s male pride and nothing less.

I’m moving on.

She’s now gone.

Try to figure out what went wrong.———–R. W. Johnson—-(2011)

Ode To Squally

Ode To Squally

I have an orange tabby cat.

Let me tell you this cat is fat.

He is VERY heavy in the gut.

He seems to be stuck in a rut.

He will bat your foot anytime

he doesn’t think he’s fed on time.

He is strictly an indoor cat.

So he never gets to chase a rat.

Exercise is very rare for him.

He would rather sleep than be thin.

People say he’s a mean cat.

But, he’s just lazy and he’s fat.

He doesn’t like his belly rubbed.

So people think he doesn’t want loved.

But, he’ll purr and cuddle on our laps.

Want to be petted like other cats.

He doesn’t trust strangers, so runs away.

That way he lives to eat another day.

When he jumps up you know he’s there.

His weight will really shake the chair.

He really hates to go to the vet.

Hasn’t forgiven him for the neutering yet.

He hates all other dogs or cats.

A one cat family is where it’s at.

He tolerates a parakeet that’s in a cage.

If he gets close the bird goes into a rage.

Just keep the snacks coming and let him sleep.

Then he will be a cat that you can keep.——R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

Time

Time

Time, times, and the dividing of time.

Time outside of time.

Once upon a time.

Time to change your mind.

Let time unwind.

Stretch time to find.

Time after time.

You will still be mine.

Will you spend the time?

To see you are still mine?

In the end you will find.

It’s true. Time after time.

Go back in time.

Go forward in time.

At any time you will find.

I am yours and you are mine.

Two as one throughout time.

The way we blend is oh so fine.

We will always walk the line.

Till we reach the end of time.—————R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

Peace In A Fantasy World

Peace In A Fantasy World

The seven ethereal forms billowed into the room .

Like acrid smoke driven on the breath of doom.

Carried on by a cold bitter breeze.

Like an otherworldly collection of eddies

of air carrying random spectral shapes.

They moved aimlessly, yet each had their place.

They wandered in a loose clutch that reached

among the still, stand mounted bears and beasts.

They rose up on pedestals holding books of prophecy.

Also, evenly displayed cases of oddities.

Their glass reflecting fire from the hearth

at the side of the room giving birth

to swirling colors in their glow.

All the pillars sat neatly I n a row.

Each ethereal form settled on a prophetic book.

Then dissolved into it while I looked.

What ancient hell controls this cursed place?

I wondered as sweat ran down my face.

Living in this tower of seven hells

was a creature Satan knows well.

It is said he wrote the prophecy’s.

In a language buried for eternity.

He is alive, yet among the undead.

His blood does not flow, it is often said.

I must retrieve the 7 books of prophecy.

Return them to hell for eternity.

The time draws near when they will become fact.

The only way to stop the prophecies is to act.

I have the power from the white throne.

I hope it will protect me since I am alone.

I know not what the ethereal beings mean?

Some type of protection by the unseen?

I mumble a silent prayer. Touch my heart.

I am ready, as I was from the start.

I know not to touch the books in any way.

I elevate them with power as I pray.

Then the bears and other beasts begin to stir.

They come to life at the summons I lure.

I send the books flying out of the room.

The bears and beasts attack with a roar of doom.

I vanish right from their mists .

Then reappear outside the room of myths.

My robes are swirling around my legs.

I float the books into their kegs.

I move the kegs onto the cart.

Soon the tower and I am far apart.

I made my way back to the white throne.

To the one who sits there all alone.

He says I have done well

as he sends the books straight back to hell.

The ethereal shapes float back toward the tower.

They have been stripped of all their power.

The whole kingdom sings praises.

They bow in worship as the white throne raises.

“Peace will reign forever” He says, in a joyful mood.

As he sits high above the multitude.———–R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

A Time For Thinking

A Time For Thinking

It’s the time of year for thinking.

Winter is coming soon.

The sun’s still bright enough to start me blinking.

I wonder if tonight I’ll see the moon?

Weather is still clear enough for that.

I think about the summer nights.

Sky was clear & stars were bright where I sat.

The summer days were bright.

The long summer evenings were warm.

Much to warm to sleep with ease.

Despite that, I am often torn

between that and winter’s freeze.

Autumn is a lovely time.

The trees turning a beautiful color.

Soon it will look like a naked vine.

Leaves will have fallen to the gutter.

Then I think of the green, green spring.

Things are alive and flowers bloom.

People’s laughter has a certain ring.

Lover’s heart’s will swoon.

Then I think about my love for you.

With all it’s twists and thrills.

I have often acted the fool.

As I tried to win your heart to fill.

Fill your heart with love for me.

But, alas, this cannot be done.

I finally have come to see.

I only put you on the run.

You run to avoid feeling controlled.

I am making the choices for you.

You fear becoming a puppet controlled

by my desires and feelings for you.

You are an independent thinker.

I can’t tell you what to do or not do.

If my heart was I boat I would sink her.

Easier to take than life without you.

So as my love life enters it’s winter’s stage,

I look forward to spring’s new life.

For with it maybe will come a phase

of love with you that is out of site.

A love with understanding and communication.

A love that is the shining star

of any romance with communication.

A love that loves you for who you are.

Not someone I would want you to be.

But, someone who is her own person.

Someone who is born to be free.

Yet, at my side as a loving person.————-R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

The Promise Is True

The Promise Is True

There is trouble in the news.

There is trouble when you booze.

There is trouble on the home front.

There is trouble from the bone hunt.

Trouble finding a job.

Trouble keeping a job.

Trouble with people’s health.

Trouble below the belt.

Trouble is nothing new.

Trouble has been here for more than a few.

People are sick with the flu.

People don’t know what to do.

Where’s our next meal coming from.

Watch out for the person with the gun.

On and on the suffering goes.

Hurts from your head down to your toes.

So many problems. Will there ever be an end?

How much further can I bend?

There is only one ray of hope.

Trust in Him through all the smoke.

Through the suffering and the pain,

there is so much you will gain.

In the end you will raise above.

Flying high like a turtle dove.

God wants His people to have the best.

His promises say you are above the rest.

As a son or daughter of His Holy family.

He promises you all that can be.

Just be faithful and be true.

He will do the rest for you———————–R. W. Johnson—-(2012)