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Wind, And More

Wind, And More

Just one word will make it clear.

Something you can’t see or hear.

Unless it touches something.

You can feel it on your face.

But, that’s not all it takes.

It has to touch something.

You can see it in the trees.

When it shakes the leaves.

It has touched something.

You can hear it through the walls.

You hear the moan when It calls.

It just touched something.

When I’m gone, you will see.

This will be a lot like me.

I will touch something.

When you see it move.

You’ll know I am in the mood.

To touch something.

If you feel me touch your face.

If you feel my embrace.

Know I have touched someone.

If you hear what could be me.

Maybe then you will see.

I may be something.

Something one step beyond.

But, still felt, though I am gone.

Does that mean something??—————–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Imagination

Imagination

My imagination is at the extreme.

The lunatic fringe to some, it may seem.

I dig deep into all levels of possibilities.

Never under estimate my abilities.

I can turn night time into day.

Make the bad guy run the other way.

Do magic with the wave of a wand.

Have two opposites form a bond.

Give extreme happiness to a forlorn lover.

Make a lonely girl become a mother.

Create a world for your wildest dreams.

Cause it to come apart at the seams.

Make your dreams come true.

I can make it so just for you.

I can save you from eternal damnation.

Or, have you burn in hell with elation.

Have you ever ridden a bike on a tight wire?

It can happen, if that’s your desire.

Do you want to be the first in deep, deep space?

Would you rather someone else take your place?

There is no limits to what I can do.

If I can imagine it, it can happen for you.

But, it will be on a written page.

I write poetry for every age.——————-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Reminiscing

Reminiscing

Remember when bullies were few & far between?

It just wasn’t in people’s nature to be so mean.

People have called them the good old days.

I guess they were good in their own ways.

A whole lot different than things are today.

People spoke up if they had something to say.

They didn’t worry about drive by shootings.

They were more concerned with their shoestrings.

Did they have cardboard for the holes in their soles?

Were their clothes washed & hung between poles?

Sabbath days were days to look forward to.

First to church, then maybe to the zoo.

Or, at least a picnic, if the weather was nice.

The whole family came. We ate every bite.

During the summer free movies were shown.

Downtown, in the park, for the kids & grown.

No matter if you walked to school or rode a bus.

It was plenty of fun for all of us.

Riding your bike to the local swimming hole.

Racing other kids with your dog in tow.

Staying up late to look at the stars.

Trying to tell which one was Mars.

Building forts and tree houses too.

Throwing spit wads while in school.

Numerous other fun things we did.

are much different than today’s kids.

We had no computers to play games on.

We made up games to play on the lawn.

We did use guns, but, only for hunting.

We didn’t think killing was a fun thing.

We didn’t have a lot of money or things.

We still got by. We thought we were kings.

We learned to love God and trust in him.

We knew if it was wrong it was a sin.

We knew to treat others like ourselves.

We didn’t believe in pixies or elves.

We just loved life & all it was worth.

WE loved & respected this place called earth.

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

Some Halloween Fun

Some Halloween Fun

Eney meany miny mo.

You keep saying to take it slow.

It’s been over two years now.

If that’s not slow then tell me how.

Inka dinka dinka doo.

You know how much I love you.

Do you love me just as much?

Is this relationship built on trust?

Abra kadabra. Holy hey.

I called you up the other day.

You said you were down with the flu.

Friends of mine said they saw you.

Eye of newt. Leg of spider.

I’m not wanting to start a fight here.

Just tell where this all is going.

Do I stay or should I be rolling?

Ghosts & goblins & scary things.

It’s the scariest relationship I’ve ever seen.

Just like “Spooky” in the song.

What the hell is going on?

“Trick or treat”

Yelled everyone as I came down the street.

“We were having some Halloween fun.”

“Your girl said you’re the only one”

Black cats and witch’s brew.

Now I feel just like a fool.

I put it behind me as we made love.

In the woods with a full moon above.——–R. W. Johnson—–(2011)

A Halloween Boo Boo

A Halloween Boo Boo

It’s that time of year again.

Time for pumpkins, ghosts, and candy tins.

Time to mix up a special brew.

A big caldron of bubbling goo.

A ‘real’ witch will mix it up.

Special ingredients to fill your gut.

You must be careful cause you never know

just which way this stuff will go.

Look out!!, some just splashed out now.

It is growing to the size of a cow.

It’s all slimy and really stinks.

Smells like something flushed down the sink.

It is moving like a great big blob.

Coming toward us like mudslide sod.

Run!! Get away from here quick!!

Or you will be sucked up like that stick.

It just ran over a little mouse.

The mouse is gone. The little louse.

The more living things it eats the more red it gets.

It wants organic beings. It won’t rest.

We have to stop it. There must be a way.

Freeze it like in “The Blob”, in its day.

So, like the movie, we sprayed it with co2.

Froze it solid. We ain’t no fools.

We had the Air Force fly it to the frozen arctic

They left it there in a heartbeat.

We hope we never see it again.

Happy Halloween. It’s not the end.———–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

A Halloween Urban Legend

A Halloween Urban Legend

While camping for a day in the desert lands,

I saw a man walking out of the burning sands.

He came into camp and asked for water.

He looked like he couldn’t get much hotter.

His skin was red and his clothes hung limp.

His body smelled like burning hemp.

After he drank enough to quench his thirst.

I said “This day must have been your worst”.

He replied “No, what’ s out there is worse by far”.

I said “You mean the heat? Where’s your car?’.

“I Ran into them on a geological survey trip”.

“Scared me so bad I almost lost my grip”.

“Big, ugly, hair all over. Looked like a demon”.

“More than one. A bunch of behemoths”.

“I dropped everything and ran for my life”.

“All I had on me was just my pipe”.

“I’ve been running, walking, & crawling “.

“For 2 days straight. Too dried out for bawling”.

I said ”Man, you’re lucky you found me”.

“If you get too hot, no telling what you’ll see”.

“No man, it wasn’t a hallucination or illusion”.

“They were real, in all their profusion”.

“They looked like they were having lunch”

“They were eating human parts, I have a hunch”.

“I’ll drive you to the nearest town”.

“Report it to the police about what you found”.

When he told the police his story,

they laughed and said “We know it was gory”.

“However, 2 days ago was Halloween day”.

“ Every year there is a similar experience, they say”.

“There has been many searches with nothing found’.

“ It’s just an urban legend. To Halloween, it’s bound’.

The man was shocked and was sorry he came.

For him Halloween will never be the same.

——————————————————-R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

Un-Named Short Poems

I have a feeling it’s gonna be

a little cold at home tonight.

My baby will make sure

I feel a little draft, alright.

She’ll be a little sore

And want to even the score.

Yes, it’s gonna be a little

Cold at home tonight.

—–O—–

Your flippin through the pages of my heart.

That’s all you’ve done.

Right from the very start.

If ever, you take the time

to read each and every line,

there would be no doubt.

I loved you from the start.

—–O—–

Searching for love

But, it never comes.

Bait the path.

Right to the gate.

The gate is locked.

Why hesitate??

Searching for love

But, it never comes.

Trying again, with other ones.

Get so far

but, always turn back.

Somewhere along the way

I lose my track.

—–O—–

Papa, why did you leave?

All Mama does is cry.

I say not to grieve.

Mama just gives a sigh.

I’m too small to be head of house.

Though I try and try.

I can’t even catch the mouse.

All Mama does is cry.

I’m really scared

and I’m not lying.

I’m gonna hug my T.V.

till Mama quits crying.

—–O—–

I tiptoe through the softness of your love.

Afraid to make ripples where I go.

But, I know that darkness is to the light

as hate is to love.

So, I know all is well.

Though, I am moving slowly.

————————————————–R. W. Johnson——-(2002)

—–O—–

No Where To Isolated For God

No Where Too Isolated For God

He was talking of his travels to the Misty Mountains.

He said a better name would be the Mystic Mountains.

The group of 4 took 3 days to reach the mountains.

Everything was shrouded in mist and fog.

You had to watch your step or trip on a log.

Worse yet, you could step into a bog.

It was a slow, difficult, arduous climb.

Along the way we were grabbing every vine.

I grabbed something slick. Your arm or mine?

It was a snake which I flung away with haste.

After that I tried to set a faster pace.

But, had to slow down. Branches hit me in the face.

After five days and nights of terror,

we reached the summit. We think we were there.

Couldn’t see anything yet. We could just stare.

Every direction seemed to be down.

I picked dead ahead, with a frown.

So, down the other side we were bound.

We had another 5 days of treacherous stuff.

We were almost ready to say we had had enough.

This trip was turning out to be mighty rough.

Then, the misty fog started thinning out.

We could see a few feet as we looked about.

I saw a fish in a brook I thought was a trout.

Then, the fog cleared and below us was a mystical land.

Beautiful, green, wooded, meadows, lakes, & sand.

Rivers, rolling gentle hills. It looked really grand.

We descended down into the valley. It was a steep climb.

This valley really seemed to be isolated in time.

The thought of dinosaurs came to mind.

On the valley floor there was a trail.

It led by a waterfall , where we saw some quail.

It led along a river then over a dale.

Then it led into the woods.

We followed the trail as best we could.

We didn’t stop, though we knew we should.

Suddenly, up ahead, we heard a sound.

It sounded like people. Could there be a town?

Then, there were children all around.

Sun tanned little faces looked up at us.

They weren’t afraid. they seemed to trust.

One looked shocked when one of us cussed.

“You’re not angels to talk like that”

The man turned red . Said: “Sorry about that.”

We all followed the kids to a near by shack.

A man came out holding a Bible.

He said “Well, hello there. I’m pastor Lible.”

“Don’t worry. The kids follow me everywhere I go.”

We learned the valley was totally cut off from outside.

He said “I saw smoke here when I went on a plane ride”

“I decided to check it out for myself.’ he sighed.

“I’ve been here 10 years now. Everyone is converted.”

“I didn’t realize how strong God’s word is.”

“Now, all these people are surely His.”

We realized no matter how isolated a place is.

God’s word will show all how His grace is.

God finds a way to reach all His faces.

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

A Tornado Tale

A Tornado Tale

Twenty four people busted through heaven’s gate.

From Moore, Ok., where they met their fate.

Ten were children, whose lives were snuffed out

By an F-5 tornado, that threw them about.

There were hero’s that day that saved many.

Even during the storm, they did plenty.

Like, the teacher who covered a few classmates

with her own body. The best shield she could make.

It broke her back and did much more damage.

To save the children, it was all she could manage.

The few children under her were safe.

Without her, who knows what would be their fates.

Many ask: “Where was God when the tornado hit?”

He helped all but twenty four get out of it.

Satan was doing his best to see all would die.

You must admit, he gave it one good try.

May all the survivors give testimony for God.

There is nothing about this that would be odd.

Calamity causes a paradigm shift in thinking. If you didn’t love God before, you weren’t thinking.

You end up in the valley of decision .

Praise God or curse Him . You will be driven

to choose one position or the other.

You need a Father as well as a mother.

Choose the heavenly Father & tell it to others.

Soon, they will be your sisters and brothers.

For the day is coming when the F-5 in Moore

will be a minor storm by ‘end time’s’ score.

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

Loving You

Loving You

How to describe how I feel about you.

It feels like something that I’d like to do.

Yet, feelings are the hardest thing to express.

Maybe in a poem I can say it best.

There is this overwhelming feeling of desire.

The thought of you sets my heart on fire.

I want to hold, caress, drown myself in you.

You mean more to me than anything I do.

I want to protect, shelter, & cherish you.

I want you to want me the way I do you.

Put you on a pedestal high for all to see.

Yet, no one can have you except for me.

You’re a living walking dream.

You’re the best I’ve ever seen.

The angles outdid themselves with you.

You are a shining star in a sky of blue.

My heart beats faster at your nearness.

Your touch only surpassed by your caress.

I want to make you happy with my every touch.

I want to excite you untill it’s too much.

I get all excited inside when you’re near.

I am always careful not to be unclear.

I don’t want to come in a heated rush.

Always putting you first with a gentle touch.

Always learning what pleases you most.

Executing it in the gentlest way, no boast.

To please you is utmost at all times.

Because I love you till the end of time.——-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)