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The Tomorrow People

The Tomorrow People

Another long day goes by.

There are no changes in the sky.

Day after day the sun beats down.

Sucking all moisture out of the ground.

It has been 10, or more, years since a good rain.

Will we ever see a good rain? It’s such a pain.

Dust covers everything you can see.

There are shimmering sites all around me.

Down the dusty main street of town

goes all hope. Stomped into the dirty ground.

Nothing moves. There is not a sound.

Just dried, shriveled, relics all around.

Then, there is a wail, as another dies.

Water and meds are in slim supply.

Still,—- a few, try to hang on.

Refusing to give in to that final song.

Buzzards continually circle overhead.

They know that this town is dead.

All that are left pray for a better day.

They pray the drought will go away.

Their tongues are parched and cracked.

They leave the dead right where they’re at.

The energy to bury them has long evaporated.

What little they have left, they keep encapsulated.

Their one goal is just to hang on.

They hope that it won’t be long.

These are the ‘tomorrow people’, today.

They live in tomorrow, not today.

There is only death and starvation here.

Tomorrow, everything is very clear.

There is no dust in the air.

There are crops growing everywhere.

There is water in abundance for all.

There is life, laughter, and plenty for all.

That is how they hang on today.

Thinking of that very day.

When it will rain and make all things better.

They are ready for stormy weather.

In the meantime, just hang on.

Just one drop of water.—– Bring it on.

————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Did She Fool Ya?

Did She Fool Ya?

You met her & you thought you found.

The first person to tie you down.

So, you said I do and then you found.

It was something much more profound!

Did she fool ya?

First the changes came on small.

A little at a time and that was all.

You have to walk after you crawl.

You were blinded after the fall.

Did she fool ya?

Then, the changes became more bold.

You were told, “Do as you’re told.”

She was something to behold.

As her plans began to unfold.

Did she fool ya?

She had you sitting in a chair.

As she proceeded to cut your hair.

You looked in the mirror and got a scare.

You’ll have to look like this everywhere.

Did she fool ya?

Next she changed what used to be you.

She got new clothes that you never knew.

Dressed you up like some kind of fool.

Then you were told just what to do.

Did she fool ya?

Last, she tried to change who you are.

When she tried that she went to far.

So you left and jumped in the car.

No one changes who you are

She didn’t fool ya.———R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

The Magic Of Spring

The Magic Of Spring

It’s that time of year again.

When flowers bloom and children grin.

Spring has sprung once more.

Spend more time outside the door.

Love is usually in the air.

Find yourself some time to spare.

Take a stroll and smell the roses.

Don’t get stung. Watch where your nose is.

Hear the birdies chirp.

See the bees, how hard they work,.

Everything is green and fresh.

Get your worries off your chest.

Enjoy the mood of spring fever.

Don’t even think that you may leave her.

It is a time for love, not loss.

Treat her right, at all cost.

Take a nature walk with her.

Let nature ruffle her fur.

She will fall to its deceptive ways.

She will be romantic for many days.

Call it splendor in the grass.

Just as long as it will last.

Give her a bouquet of wild flowers.

Laugh and dance with her in April showers.

Enjoy your lives while you are young.

A time when love can be such fun.

Yes, spring has sprung again.

This time around, her heart, you’ll win.

This will be your favorite time of year.

So, don’t hold back. There is nothing to fear.

——————————————R. W., Johnson—–(2015)

Frogmania

Frogmania

In the land before time.

There was a frog who was a mime.

Eons passed, and he was still around.

He still did mimes & played a clown.

Finally, here comes modern times.

Where is that frog who mime’s?

I saw him on the WB.

Doing commercials for the network, see.

He wears a top hat & has a cane.

But, his act is much the same.

He jumps and dances around.

He kind of looks like a little clown.

What has this world come to?

Where a frog can entertain you.

But, a lot of animals are stars today.

Not much left for us to say.

Animals have moved up the chain.

While humans have become too vain.

If you are entertained by a talking frog.

How much longer till you’re in a fog.

Unable to think for yourself.

An organic robitoid, with a little wealth.

You’ll probably be a liberal without thought.

Look around and see what you have wrought

Bring back the frog who was a mime.

At least, he was quiet all of the time.—-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Old Before Your Time

Old Before Your Time

Girl, you’re gone again.

You are out of town.

You are not with men.

But, you aren’t slowing down.

You are busy all the time.

Always up to something new.

If a little of that time was mine.

I could be happy too.

Our dates are few, at best.

You have to fit me in.

I don’t even have to guess.

It’s up to you. I can’t win.

I always wish that you were mine.

That all you did was with me.

I have only one fear on my mind.

it is something that just could be.

That you’ll grow old before your time.

Then, it will be too late for me.

You are booked up for two weeks.

Beyond that, you are not sure.

You always have these promises to keep.

Time goes by so fast, it’s just a blur.

You say you want to make the time.

But, obligations get in the way.

Maybe, sometime, the time, you will find.

You will have to find another way.

If not, I may decide for you.

I have free time on my hands.

‘The Devil’s Workshop’ hype may be true.

I’ll find another with whom I can make plans.

I always wish that you were mine.

That all you did was with me.

I have only one fear on my mind.

it is something that just could be.

That you’ll grow old before your time.

Then, it will be too late for me.—R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Geezer

Geezer

People tend to call me old Geezer now.

Formally known as Stud Muffin. WOW!!

Back in the day, I was ‘The Man!’

I had girls all across this land.

Most guys wanted to be me.

Don Juan had nothing on me, you see.

My black book was a valuable tool.

I kept it locked up. I was no fool.

I would have a girl on each end of town.

And be dating one from the middle ground.

I had a line that wouldn’t quit.

Girls would line up, just to hear it.

Saturday night, I would turn on the charm.

I’d have two girls. One on each arm.

So it was through high school and college.

Guys were envious, without my knowledge.

I never really settled down.

My reputation spread all over town.

I tried marriage once, but separated.

Later, she cut me loose. I was elated.

As I aged, I lost my mojo.

I started slipping. I was a no go.

I was getting old and set in my ways.

I dreamed a lot of my younger days.

Eventually, I became an old Geezer.

My love life was in the freezer.

Till Viagra came along.

Now, I sing a different song.

I ache in the places where I used to play.

But, a fire still burns under all this gray.

Thanks to Viagra, I can now say.

This old Geezer is ready to play.—–Look out. I’m back!!

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

The E-Mail Routine

The E-Mail Routine

Waiting for an E-Mail from you.

How long till you shoot one through?

A little antiquated, to be sure.

It is the way things always were.

I could chat with you on Facebook.

I could take a second look.

Check my phone for a text.

See if any calls came in, next.

But, the way it always is.

An E-Mail saying: This one is his.

I fight the ad’s to search for it.

I will search & never quit.

It is ‘old fashioned’ to be sure.

A way not used much, as it were.

Still it is faster than a letter.

Maybe archaic times were better.

It gave you something to look forward to.

Yet, a letter, sent from me to you.

Would take forever to be delivered.

That idea has really withered.

Not to mention the cost of stamps.

it would cost my shirt and pants.

No, an E-Mail is fine for now.

If I only receive one, somehow.

Sometimes they are like a small book.

Other times, read, with one quick look.

No matter how short or how long.

It lets me know I still belong.

Belong on your long list of friends.

Ones you write to without depends.

It doesn’t depend on if I write you first.

You will still write. It’s like a curse.

But, it is a blessing for me.

Because I finally hear from you, you see.

That gives me much pleasure and joy.

Better than getting a brand new toy.

Then I will set right down.

Peck out an answer then turn around.

Send it on its way first.

Before going to quench my thirst.

Next day there I am.

Waiting for an E-Mail again.

So it goes each and every day.

It leaves me little time to play.—R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

The Way It Went Down

The Way It Went Down

It was time to try again.

Another woman. Where to begin?

I stammered out a few words.

I wasn’t sure if she had heard.

So, I repeated them again.

“You’re approach is pretty thin”

I said “What do you mean?”

“I have heard it all before”

“You’re not the first. But, you’re local lore.”

“Some bartender flappin his jaws.” I said.

“They exaggerate the women I’ve taken to bed”

“You can only believe half of what you hear.”

“Why don’t you let me buy you a beer?”

“You don’t give up easily, I’ll say that.”

“What makes you think I’ll fall for that?”

“We both are here, so, why pretend.”

“We will probably never be here again.”

She laughed at that and said “Why not.”

I smiled & thought ‘I will give it all I’ve got.’

We started talking while sharing a drink.

“Had ya going”, she said with a wink.

I laughed and nodded my head.

“I hope you weren’t scared with that talk of bed.”

She said it wasn’t the first time it’s been heard

“Sometimes, it’s more common than a cuss word.”.

We both laughed and continued to talk.

I found out about her whole life’s walk.

I told her quite a bit about myself.

She said. “Time to come down off the shelf.”

“What do you mean?”, as I hid a belch.

“You’re up there like a well read book.”

“Time to come down & take a second look.”

“What is it you really want from life?”

“I hope that doesn’t make you uptight.”

“I hadn’t really thought about it before.”

“Most last one night, till she walks out the door.”

“Are you saying you’re looking for a relationship?”

“I guess I am,—– come to think of it.”

“That takes commitment on your part & hers.”

“That would be a ‘new book’ that’s for sure.”

Well, you can guess where this conversation went.

I am not sure if she hooked me or if I wanted to vent.

But, we connected in a way that never happened before.

When we left, we were together as we went out the door.

Years later, we still haven’t been apart.

Fill in the blanks. We each did our part.

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

The Mysterious Ways Of God

The Mysterious Ways Of God

His life was hidden in shadow.

It read like a $2.00 novel.

Nothing to rave about.

No reason to jump and shout.

He just drifted from day to day.

Nothing seemed to go his way.

He walked along the railroad tracks.

Head down, thinking what he lacks.

His life, unremarkable, in every way.

Why did it have to be this way?

He had no talent to stand above others.

His looks were only loved by his mother.

He just lived from day to day.

Riches never came his way.

He never made an outstanding contribution.

He didn’t even know anything worth disputing.

He was the run of the mill down and out.

The kind people didn’t talk about.

He was a shadow. A complete unknown.

If anyone knew him, it wasn’t shown.

He was honest. He had his pride.

He couldn’t steal if he tried.

He never bothered anyone.

Others picked on him just for fun.

Kids would throw rocks at him.

They would yell obscenities. Why pretend?

He was unwanted. They didn’t want him around.

So, he walked on, his head to the ground.

He slept in drain pipes and under bridges.

He would wash in the river, then dry his britches.

Hang them on a bush in the sun.

Each day ended as it had begun.

He would say a prayer to his God.

Now, that may sound a little odd.

But, he had morals and a religious belief.

He believed God would carry all his grief.

God had a job for him to do.

He would never think that his job was through.

So, on he went, day after day.

Till he met me one day.

I was feeling down and out.

Seems my girlfriend had thrown me out.

I met him down by the river.

I remember what I was thinking , with a shiver.

I was going to do myself in.

Gradually, I started talking with him.

When he told me of his faith.

I was shocked & felt disgrace.

How could a man with so little.

Be so faithful & kind. It was a riddle.

We talked for hours.

When it was done, I lay in the flowers.

I prayed to the Lord.

Take my sins away & make me yours.

I stood up & was a new person.

A new outlook on life. No more cursing.

The man had tears on his face.

He knew a miracle had taken place.

He knew God had sent him to me.

He was as happy as he could be.

Eventually, he went on his way.

“My work was not finished today.”

I knew this was probably true.

I knew my work had just started too.

There is only one thing I can say.

God does work in mysterious ways.

——————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

A Trip To Within

A Trip To Within

Once in awhile, if I have the time.

I go down into the mine.

Rather, I should say: Into the mind.

‘Mind tripping’, to say it kind.

An introspective trip to within.

Somewhere I’ve rarely been.

It can be scary when you first go in.

But, soon, I am easily remembering when.

if I have been there, it is a traveled path.

If not, it can make me laugh.

Sneaking around in my own thoughts.

Wondering what the next thought brought?

I come to a door marked THE ID.

Caused me to almost flip my lid.

I recalled the movie “Forbidden Planet.”

Monsters from THE ID, taken for granted.

No, that’s not for me. I turn away from that.

Maybe a look at emotions is where it is at.

It is warm and cozy in here.

Lots of love. very little fear.

I look in the ‘past experiences’ file.

No, I am not in denial.

This is a tough file to review.

Some still hurt. There are a few.

Next, I look at past memories.

A little dusty in here. But, it is friendly.

Needs a little cleaning. Some files are lost.

I need to retrieve some at any cost.

I check current files. All are sharp & fresh.

Nothing here to any excess.

An alarm. What could that mean?

Sound from outside. Sounds like a machine.

I open my eyes and see my wife.

She is running a vacuum. What a life.

Try to have quiet time for self inspection.

But, am disturbed by noise and affection.

————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)