Holiday – Word Smith Wisdom

The Cyber Blues

See the big bird coming out of the sky.
It brings cyber savings. Man, I’m flying high.
It’s cyber Monday and I’m surfing the web.
So many savings, I’m going out of my head.
Buy now!!
Every site I go to, prices are cut to the max.
I can save a bundle, even if I pay tax.
Savings on electronics, savings on tools.
Computer work faster. I’m nobody’s fool.
Buy Now!!
Savings on all my favorite outdoor stuff.
Buy it right now. Getting through is tuff.
Buy a bigger screen TV, and laptop too.
So many things, I don’t know what to do?
Buy Now!!
What is this? Should I be concerned?
All my credit cards maxed. I’m burned.
My wife will kill me if she finds this out.
I forgot her gift—-. All I can do is pout.
Buy Now!!

——————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

A Halloween Chiller

A Halloween Chiller

It was unreal, but it was true.

Something is coming after you.

Something wicked this way comes.

It is coming for more than fun.

True, it was Halloween that night.

It was time for fight or flight.

He had nightmares about it.

They were as bad as they could get.

He told the others that it was coming.

He said they all had best start running.

“What are you talking about?”

They wanted to believe him, but had some doubt.

“Something wicked this way comes”

“You been reading too much for fun”

“You have let it go to your head”

“I have nightmares when in bed”

“Just relax,—- it will go away”

“Soon, it will be another day”

They continued their trick or treating.

Always leery of who they were meeting.

Then, they heard the noise in the graveyard.

“The nightmares. This was its play yard”

The other kids were nervous now.

They decided to hurry along somehow.

They kept looking over their shoulders.

Something smelled like death, not clovers.

They heard the noise again, much closer.

They kept walking. It was getting colder.

They couldn’t see it, but knew it was there.

A breeze came up blowing their hair.

They thought something was touching their necks.

They took off running like heck.

Back home, they were still on edge.

They kept hearing something in the hedge.

None of them slept at all that night.

They were ready for fight or flight.

In the morning, all seemed normal.

Should they walk to the graveyard, or no?

They all knew they had to go.

They approached, ducking really low.

They found nothing wrong there.

Except an open grave, which was bare.

They knew what happened was real.

Very uneasy is how it made them feel.

Next Halloween, they would stay home.

No more being chilled to the bone.

————————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

Christmas Is Here

Christmas Is Here

It is warm and cozy within the bed.

The house is colder than an outhouse shed.

There is no form of heat in here.

Just the oven or electric heater, I fear.

Central heat and air has been out for years.

Almost too cold for Christmas cheer.

But, the spiked egg nog warms the gut.

Soon, you feel like you’re out of the rut.

Your cheeks are rosy, you’re feeling good.

You’re starting to feel like you should.

You start wrapping presents and things.

It is not as bad as it seems.

You send out a batch of Christmas cards.

Put some decorations up in the yard.

Christmas spirit is warming things up.

You play Christmas music and other stuff.

Before long, you’re ready for the day.

Everyone gets together and all say:

“Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.”

You all take a drink of Christmas cheer.

You exchange presents and open them.

Praise the tree with all its trim.

Later, you have a Christmas dinner.

Yummy enough to last you all winter.

There is enough love all around

for each of you to not wear a frown.

In our hearts we each remember.

The birth of our savior on this December.

We are happy for each and all the family ties.

Then we are yelling, “Bring on the pies.”

—————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

A Mystery Bird On Christmas

Mystery Bird On Christmas

A bird appeared on the porch today.

A single bird on Christmas day.

Not a partridge or a cardinal.

I wondered if he had far to go?

A black bird. A crow or raven?

I gave him seed. He stayed then.

He brightened up the day for us.

Hopping around and strutting his stuff.

Was this a sign of something coming?

Some kids went by out front, running.

He didn’t fly away. He just watched.

He flapped his wings. Then he stopped.

Moving aside if someone went out,

He wasn’t afraid, just hopped about.

He stayed on the porch all day.

He was a blessing, I must say.

Each time we looked he was there.

He wasn’t going anywhere.

It was all a mystery to us.

Why did he think we, he could trust?

At sundown he pecked on the door.

Was he hungry and wanted more?

We opened the door and heard him say.

“Merry Christmas,” and he flew away.

———————–R.W. Johnson—–(2016)

Christmas Spirit

Christmas Spirit

It’s a hero’s job, I know.

I heard it on the radio.

It is neither here or there.

It is everywhere.

It is the spirit of love for another.

Treat him like he is your brother.

Bring cheer to all near and far.

It doesn’t matter who they are.

It is the opposite of being a Grinch.

You’d think to do it would be a cinch.

But, it is much harder than it seems.

Such things happen only in dreams.

It is more blessed to give than receive.

Try to tell that to all the thieves.

It is a job not all can handle.

But, it seems, I have started to ramble.

Let it be said, it happens once a year.

At Christmas there is a lot of cheer.

Many step up and become a hero.

Spreading cheer where ever they go.

Few are those who act like Scrooge.

Though many don’t have a holiday mood.

Christmas’s come and they also go.

But, remember. It takes a hero.

———————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

A Ghost Town Halloween

A Ghost Town Halloween

I came into town after traveling far.

Thought I would stop at the local bar.

Get a little drink to quench my thirst.

After hours on the road, it was the worst.

I stepped in and looked around.

I was surprised at what I found.

A normal crowd for a Saturday night.

But, that wasn’t what gave me a fright.

They were all dressed up like ghosts.

Also skeletons and scary hosts.

A witch said it was for Halloween.

It all just seemed like a dream.

I ordered a drink & got a glass of blood.

I was shocked so he put it in a mug.

“What is this? I asked the keeper.

“A free drink” said another creature.

I asked “Is it a Bloody Mary?”

“No, this drink has a cherry.”

“We call it a Bloody Virgin.”

I tasted it, with some urging.

Then, some weird howling started.

Sounded like someone departed.

“Full moon. Werewolves are out.”

Then, outside, we heard a shout.

Then, a scream, like someone torn apart.

“Don’t go outside, if you are smart.”

I thought it was a joke, but maybe not.

I was shaking, yet, glued to the spot.

“What kind of a place is this? I asked.

“You’re in a ghost town.” Was gasped.

“Real ghosts, ghouls, and other things.”

“We come here on every Halloween”

My hand passed right through the ghost.

The ghoul was eating a human roast.

My feet were spinning , but I wasn’t moving.

“Stay around, it’s just getting groovy.”

“Let me out of here”, I screamed.

It was real,—– or so it seemed

They grabbed me and pulled me down.

I was sorry I stopped at this town.

I passed out. I thought I would be killed.

I woke up at dawn in a field.

I was at the outskirts of town.

A sign stated it was a ghost town.

My vehicle was parked nearby.

I got in and started to cry.

I wasn’t about to go back into town.

As quick as I could, I turned around.

I still don’t know if It happened or not.

People around let that town go to rot.

They told stories similar to mine.

Find some other way to spend my time.

Stay away from that ghost town.

You’d be better to drive around.

People have gone there & didn’t return.

You would think that people would learn.

I, for one, learned all I needed to know.

I don’t want to go back to that show.

I left that place far behind me that day.

On Halloween’s I find other places to play.

—————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Ode To 2016

Ode to 2016

2016 is finally here.
Don’t know if I should cry or cheer.
Things look rough in the world right now.
Yet, I feel we will make it through somehow.
Things could be worse. They could always be better.
I still have family. We still get together.
My health is fair. Working to improve it.
You value your health, the older you get.
I hope your new year is great.
Still, be sure to not tempt fate.
Make sure your religious life is in order.
Things indicate we are on the border.
I don’t want to preach gloom and doom.
I hope love in your life will bloom.
Whatever is in store, keep the faith.
Make the right choice before it’s too late.
Be thankful for all you have every day.
Have a great year is all I can say.
2016 here we come.
Hope you all have a lot of fun.

—————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Christmas Words Of Wisdom

This time of year is an amazing thing.
It is a time when many hearts sing.
The love of Christmas is here.
Even though there is much to fear.
It is a time for brotherly love.
Time to remember Him up above.
Time for good will to one another.
Wish the best for even your step mother.
Christmas comes but once a year.
It is a time to give good cheer.
So tighten your belt and do your best.
Family is the most important thing yet.
Love them all with all your heart.
A time will come when you will be torn apart.
Separated by death or distance or?
Take the time to love one another more.
Always remember. This day is for you.
So take great care in all you say and do.

———————————-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)

Best Christmas Ever

The holiday season is upon us.
Brotherly love is all around.
I love Christmas without the fuss.
All the music is the holiday sound.

I have no girlfriend, but many friends.
We are all in the holiday spirit.
Would I like eggnog? It depends.
If not spiked, I’ll say cheers with it.

What is this? A special delivery.
A package with no return address.
It says open now. It is free.
I hope it doesn’t cause distress.

‘My Christmas wish would be you.’
Just that simple note in big letters.
Who has sent this? I haven’t a clue.
Perfumed, I wouldn’t forget her.

I hope it is not a joke, but who?
I paced around, trying to think.
I am not sure what I should do.
I’ll just wait, I thought with a wink.

Next day, another delivery.
A beautiful package with a bow.
As I opened it I felt all shivery.
Who sent this? I have to know.

A picture of me in the park.
It said: “My angel to save me.”
Is this thing some kind of lark?
Don’t know when, you see.

I can’t remember posing for it.
Again I paced. I couldn’t bring
It to mind.—– Nothing fit.
I have to figure out this thing.

Next day a 3rd package arrived.
This is really blowing me away.
I looked inside and almost died.
“We must meet, instead of this way.”

Instructions as to where to go.
The date and time for the meeting.
No name attached so I had to go.
What would be a proper greeting?

It was a girl I knew from school.
Very pretty, but the quiet type.
“I always wanted to meet you.”
“I was just too shy to try, right?”

“So I came up with this ‘gift’ plan.”
“Christmas is just around the corner.”
“My only wish was to meet you, Sam.”

“Well, it worked—–. I am here.”
So started my best Christmas ever.
Mistletoe and nothing to fear.
I got my first kiss. Very clever.

May all have a Christmas this good.
Sue and I have been together since.
We both got what we should.
No longer will either sit on the bench.

Watching others go by hand in hand.
Happy smiles on their faces.
We have each other now. It’s grand.
Life is good. I wouldn’t trade places.

————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)