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No More Dares

No More Dares

When we were kids we would joke around.

Who was the bravest kid in town?

There was a haunted house on a hill.

I think it might be there still.

We would double dog dare each other.

Spend the night, but go with another.

Finally, the night came along.

We all agreed we would be strong.

We agreed to spend the night there.

We would all go together and share.

If there were ghosts we would be brave.

Or, so we thought, as we went on our way.

We brought all we thought we would need.

Be prepared before we would proceed.

The faded front door was unlocked.

I stepped through, carrying my cot.

We decided where we would sleep.

We picked the living room cause it was neat.

Dust covered everything around.

Furniture was covered with sheets and bound.

We decided we would explore first.

We didn’t want to feel we were cursed.

We checked around downstairs.

Then we went slowly upstairs.

Once there we heard footsteps below.

We ran back down to catch the show.

But, there was no one there.

Not even any footprints anywhere.

Except ours, of course, was all there was.

We were a little shaken up—–because.

The door was still locked from within.

There was no way for anyone to get in.

We shook our heads & went back up.

We were hoping we would have some luck.

Then, at the end of the hall, chains rattled.

That’s what we thought. We were baffled.

Quiet as can be we went down the hall.

It sounded like it was coming from the wall.

Then, we heard some scary laughter.

We saw no one, but it didn’t matter.

We ran like hell back down stairs.

Some of us forgot some stuff, but we didn’t care.

As fast as we could, we got out of there.

We wouldn’t admit that place gave us a scare.

After that, we didn’t make anymore dares.

——————————————-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)

Wonderland Nightmare

Wonderland Nightmare

I went out walking & I fell into a hole.

Where I fell to you don’t want to know.

But, I think I will tell you anyway.

This will keep you from going astray.

The hole kept going down, down, down.

Then, my feet touched lightly to the ground.

I looked around. There was light to see.

You wouldn’t believe what was before me.

I saw statues wearing dancing shoes.

There were midgets in little igloos.

I saw a man wearing an iron coat.

He was trying to swim across a moat.

Fire was burning up the sky.

Birds were fixing their own French fries.

Trees were brown & really brittle.

A monkey was seen playing a fiddle.

Cats were dancing on the water.

It was hot enough to cook an otter.

Signs were backwards & upside down.

A politician was dressed up like a clown.

I saw a white rabbit checking a pocket watch.

He did it while he was playing hop scotch.

What was this place? Wonderland?

The Queen Of Hearts had a head in her hand.

This is too crazy to be Wonderland.

I saw a horse talking to a hand.

I saw a waterfall flowing backwards.

The baseball team were all catchers.

A race was run by a tortoise and a turtle.

The hare was nearby jumping hurtles.

“Let me out of here” I screamed.

beanbags flew my way. I was ‘beaned.’

I ran till I saw a drugstore.

I went in and did implore.

“Get me out of here, now.”

“Take this pill. It will taste foul.”

I swallowed it and next I knew.

I was back home in bed with you.

You said “Did you have a bad dream?”

“You woke me up when I heard you scream.”

I told her about it. She said I was nuts.

I felt like she punched me in the guts.

This is a place you never want to go.

Unless you want to lose your soul.

——————————————————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)

“The Terror”

“The Terror”

The wind blows across the ice floes.

The ship is frozen in solid. It’s as far as it goes.

This Northwest Passage is impossible to sail.

We just sit here and hear the wind wail.

We have been frozen in for two months.

There is not enough food to eat lunch.

We are down to one meal a day.

There is no more food on the way.

A decision must be reached.

Some one has to go for relief.

Set out across the frozen waste.

They must travel with much haste.

So, a few were selected to Make the trek

They may die but, what the heck.

To not go means death for sure.

To be frozen is not an attractive lure.

There are rumors about ‘The Terror.’

The name given to something out there.

It can be heard out on the frozen waste.

Waiting, to have a human to taste.

No one knows just what it looks like.

Some kind of pre-historic, ugly type.

Something big with very sharp teeth.

It is hungry for something to eat.

The rescue team has gone away.

Yet, “The Terror,’ seems to stay.

We don’t know if we will last

We keep guard from the mast.

Time drags on and we grow weaker.

Soon,—– we will meet the creature.

We say our prayers and make our peace.

We’ll do all we can to avoid its teeth.

One man from the rescue team survived.

Help was sent. Hoping to find them alive.

Every man they found on board was dead.

Ripped apart and eaten alive, it was said.

A Northwest Passage was never found.

Every ship would be frozen or run aground

in the most severe conditions known to man.

Not to mention, “The Terror,” still rules that land.

————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

A Dream, Or Real?

A Dream, Or Real?

I had a dream, or was it real?

Either a nightmare, or the real deal.

I saw the future. It was a mess.

Nothing was moving, as you might guess.

I saw a city. All grey and black.

Most buildings destroyed where they sat.

Was it a bomb? Maybe a tragic fire?

It was a horrible sight. I’m not a liar!

All forests were burned to the ground.

There was nothing left around.

All fields and farms destroyed.

I was starting to get annoyed.

Who could have done this terrible thing?

Was it something nature could bring?

Was there a war? It was so wide spread.

I could not even see any dead.

The sea looked like it was boiling.

What is it that is uncoiling?

I looked at the mountains. They were bare.

It was like I was floating in the air.

Looking down on damnation.

Redemption was on vacation.

Everywhere I could think of, I went.

I saw nothing. What was this event?

The end of all we have known, for sure.

Did it happen because of the way we were?

Is this what’s left after Jesus second coming?

If so, there is no place you could be running.

When this happened there was nothing but death.

Be very, very glad it hasn’t happened yet.

Was it a dream, or will it end up being real?

I guess it depends on who’s at the wheel.

——————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Local Deaths Bring On Thoughts

Local Deaths Bring On Thoughts

“What was that?” I said in shock.

“I heard a bang that shook the cot.”

After 6 bodies were found in just 5 days.

I had been scared in many ways.

In this quiet, agricultural town.

Usually, there is not much going down.

There hasn’t been a murder in some time.

Now, there seems to be all kinds.

One was killed in a shootout with police.

A winery owner killed his investor with a shot.

Then, with police chasing, about to be caught.

He committed suicide on a whim.

Saved us the money of a trial for him.

Two older folks were found.

Dead in their apartment. Neither was bound.

The woman died about 3 weeks ago.

She was sitting up, fully clothed.

The man had been dead about a week.

Naked, lying on the floor near her seat.

Then, a man about 56 years old.

Was found naked, dead, and cold.

He was found kneeling in a freezer.

Weird way to go, even for a geezer.

He had been in there for some time.

I have no idea what was on his mind.

These things all happening in a week.

Is kind of scary, the rest of us think.

It’s another indication of ‘the end of time.’

‘It will wrap up soon’, is on my mind.

God’s presence is slowly being withdrawn.

Satan is running rampant among the fallen.

“REPENT!!, REPENT!!” time is very short.

When the angels make their report.

Make sure your record is washed clean.

By the blood of the lamb, I mean.

Then, no matter what happens next.

You are saved for eternal life, I’ll bet.

There won’t be death or killings then.

A perfect world, like ours should have been.

And a perfect universe without an end.

—————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Into The Mirror

Into The Mirror

They said to grandpa: “It is fun here.”

Grandkids, visiting one summer.

It was an old colonial house.

Perfect for grandpa & his spouse.

A neat house for teens to explore.

It was still odd though, just like before.

There were no mirrors in the home.

They knew why, yet, they moaned.

“How could such a story be true?”

Grandpa said it was. “We’re not fools.”

One day the kids were exploring the basement.

Tom told his sister to be patient.

“We’ll check out everything here.”

They only saw one thing that was queer.

In the corner was a large steamer trunk.

Buried under a bunch of junk.

They uncovered it and took a look.

It wasn’t locked, only hooked.

They opened it & found old clothes.

They even found shoes with wooden soles.

Down in the bottom they found a mirror.

“There is barely room for it in here.”

Carefully, they lifted the antique out.

Propped it against the wall & looked about.

No one was there. Just the basement.

An antique frame, the mirror was encased in.

They looked into the mirror & got a shock.

They were there, but the basement was not.

They saw what looked like a castle wall.

They couldn’t believe what they saw at all.

Tom touched the mirror itself.

His hand went into the mirror, he felt.

“Becky, did you see that?”

“Yes, your hand went out of sight”

“No, it went right into the mirror.”

“Are you sure? That seems queer.”

“Remember the stories grandpa used to tell?”

“They said the mirrors were a door to hell.”

“Let’s go in & see what really is there.”

They both stepped into, who knows where?

They were in like a storage area in a castle.

They snuck down the hall without hassle.

They heard voices up ahead.

It was coming from a side room instead.

A man, who looked like a wizard.

Was speaking to one who looked like a lizard.

“Egore, the mirror spell is almost completed.”

“I think I have just what I needed.”

“The mirror will be our doorway to the future.”

“I will no longer have angry men after me.”

“No more villagers trying to kill me, see.”

“With my magical powers I will rule the future.”

“No more freeloaders. no more moochers.”

“Only problem, someone from there must

come through first to show they have trust.”

“Then our portal will never be closed.”

He then made an evil laugh through his nose.

“My descendants will pass down the mirror.”

“ 400 years must pass before there is anything to fear.”

Tom & Becky had heard enough.

They hurried back to the mirror in a rush.

They came bursting through.

Then tore upstairs to tell their grandpa too.

He said: “oh oh. I forgot about that mirror.”

“Now, where do we go from here?”

“I have an idea,” grandma said.

She put down her needle and thread.

She got the family Bible & a brass cross.

“We will rebuke this at any cost.”

At the mirror, they held them both in the air.

“God, rebuke this evil from here & everywhere.”

At first nothing changed.

Then, the mirror started smoking, in flames.

The stone walls inside started melting.

They heard a voice from within the hell scream.

“It’s on fire Egore, grab all you can bring.”

“I can’t save the mirror. I can’t get in the room.”

“Run for your life, or we are doomed.”

After awhile, the fire went out.

All was ash and blackened grout.

Then the scene snapped out of sight.

There was only a reflection of the basement light.

It now seemed to be an ordinary mirror.

They had stopped the evil. That was clear.

Grandpa took the mirror to the dump anyway.

He still doesn’t own any mirrors to this day.

———————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Instant Relocation

Instant Relocation

Awhile back I was in my car.

Taking a drive to a juice bar.

Suddenly, I didn’t know where I was.

Everything around began to fuzz.

I focused and checked my watch.

Date & time correct. They weren’t botched.

What the heck just happened to me?

I was lost, from what I could see.

Then I saw a road sign ahead.

I was about 60 miles from home, it said.

Somehow, I was instantly here.

No, I had not been drinking beer.

It took 1 ½ hours to drive home.

The whole thing shook me to the bone.

The next day it happened again.

I was only sent 15 miles away then.

One more time it happened that week.

To another near town. I was freaked.

It couldn’t be a memory lapse.

Not enough time had passed.

It did not happen on the weekend.

Seemed to be only during the week .

I had to talk to someone about it.

But, who. They will think I am a nitwit.

I finally decided on my pastor.

He was really shocked, to be sure.

He took it with a grain of sand.

He decided to be the man.

He said he would come & ride with me.

Monday he came over, just to see.

We drove out in my car.

We had not gotten very far.

Next thing, we were 25 miles away.

He was pale, with little to say.

When we got home he prayed with me.

He didn’t know what it could be.

This continued. I hoped it would end soon.

Then, there was an eclipse of the moon.

After that, it never happened again.

It started exactly 1 month before the eclipse.

Then, it never happened again after this.

No explanation was ever found.

I was always cautious driving around town.

Years later another eclipse was due.

I stopped driving 1 month before. Wouldn’t you?

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

Fear Intensified

Fear Intensified

Late at night.

When the stars are bright.

People get a fright.

By what’s not there.

They may think .

it’s hidden in the drink.

They may raise a stink.

Or, may not care.

But, never look for lumps in the brew.

That were not always there.

It is known, beyond a doubt.

The truth is more than you can bare.

So, when it’s spinning round, round.

Smoke glass stain going down, down.

Do not think I am the one.

In the end, the ups and downs,

will lead to a different fun.

In the room.

That is filled with gloom.

There is no room.

To throw a chair.

You may fear.

It was the beer.

Let’s make it clear.

There’s something there.

But, never look for lumps in the brew.

That were not always there.

It is known, beyond a doubt.

The truth is more than you can bare.

So, when it’s spinning round, round.

Smoke glass stain going down, down.

Do not think I am the one.

In the end, the ups and downs,

will lead to a different fun.

Make it through.

He’s coming for you.

Don’t slip in goo.

You have to try.

Your time has come.

You’re on the run.

No time for fun.

No time to cry.——–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)