Free bird Poetry – Page 71 – Word Smith Wisdom

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)

The Dark Meets The Light

The Dark Meets The Light

I was wondering about a lot of things.

Life is more complicated than it seems.

I started checking out secret societies

It started giving me ” I” disease.

I checked out mystics and the dark arts.

It all made my head ache & my eyes smart.

I checked out new age and all it’s wonders.

Comparative religions and .other blunders.

There was UFO’s and parallel universes.

Time travel and magical verses.

I’m going mad. The dark is closing in.

Is there anyone who can help me from this sin?

Help me. Help me out of this dark.

I feel it squeezing, stopping my heart.

I can only see what’s right in front of me.

There must be something to set me free?

Too many churches and not enough truth.

Too many people. They act so aloof.

Too many mountains & not enough stairs to climb.

Too many secrets to learn and not enough time.

I studied more but, I learned less.

So many things were only a guess.

Wise men will tell you look over there.

When you do it leads to nowhere.

Drugs messed it up worse than they say.

I tried herbs and the natural way.

The answers were elusive. It didn’t come.

I searched and searched till I felt rum dumb.

I tried crystals, message, oils, and yoga.

None of it worked, I should have asked Yoda.

Some said Indian medicine men was the way.

They wouldn’t give me the time of day.

Help me. Help me out of this dark.

I feel it squeezing , stopping my heart.

I can only see what’s right in front of me.

There must be something to set me free?

Too many churches and not enough truth.

Too many people. They act so aloof.

Too many mountains & not enough stairs to climb.

Too many secrets and not enough time.

I tried to meditate. To free my mind.

I practiced out of body travel to save time.

I chased rumors of aliens here on earth.

I found none but, gave all I was worth.

Hypnosis had nothing to offer.

It was no better than the books author.

Fortune tellers and tarot didn’t work.

Even LSD just left me to hurt.

Then, late at night, as I prayed for an answer.

A small quiet voice said “I am the answer.”

“I have been here all the time.”

“Don’t you know you have always been mine?”

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

Dreams Of You

Dreams Of You

The candy colored clown they call The Sandman

slips into my room every night.

He says: “Go to sleep, if you can.”

“Everything —-will be alright.”

I close my eyes and say a prayer.

I pray that I will dream of you.

Then, suddenly, you are there.

In my dreams I’m with you too.

We walk along, as dreamers do.

I hold your hand as I walk with you.

You smile and say: “I love you.”

I pray that this is really true.

Then slow but, sure. You slip away.

I’m all alone standing there.

I awake as I start to say—-.

I go back to sleep again.

Soon, I am sleeping sound.

I dream I have you back again.

There is no one else around.

Your standing there in all your beauty.

I come to you with trembling lips.

You turn and give yourself to me.

I hold you firmly in my grip.

Then I awake once more.

I have a death grip on my pillow.

A sound. I run to the door—-

Of course, no one is there.

You have left this earth forever.

But, in my dreams, you still care.

You say, your with me forever.—————–R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

Long Road Home

Long Road Home

He was from a small town in Northern California.

She always said that’s where she was born, yeah.

She was really from the flat lands of Kansas.

They met in a little café in Lands End.

She was just getting a bite while passing through.

He was taking a short break from his traveling too.

They started talking and hit it off well.

He was looking for sources of stories to tell.

He was a writer of songs and fiction.

She played guitar and sang with perfect diction.

He showed her some songs he’d written.

She loved the lyrics and was truly smitten.

He didn’t write music so he only had the words.

She said she felt the music & could add it to his words.

The words came alive with the music she was singing.

They became a team with the songs they were bringing.

Later, after, RV rally’s, coffee houses, and Mall openings,

they hit it big when a music star asked them to open things.

They went on the tour and opened the show each night.

The audience loved them, cheering till they were out of sight.

Soon after they had a record contract.

She looked at him and said “ This is where it’s at.”

From north to south, east to west. Overseas and down under.

They traveled all around showing their thunder.

Record sales climbed as they became known.

Before long they were up for a Grammy as shown.

They didn’t win but, they came close.

They sang on the show. It was the most.

They kept playing with a great big grin.

And the money just kept on pouring in.

Then one day, they got the word.

It was the worst news they had ever heard.

Her mother was dying. They went to her side.

Mom said “You remember the day your daddy died?”

“Remember the promise you made at his side?”

“Yes”, she said, as she hung her head.

“Make the same promise to me before I’m dead.”

She knelt and promised to give her heart to God.

He was shocked and thought it a little odd.

When they left she explained to him.

Her parents were Christian and sin was sin.

They wouldn’t force her but, had her promise

as their last request. They were so honest.

They felt it was the only way to save their daughter.

Since leaving home she had partaken of much muddy water.

“I’m not against going to church” he said.

“Oh, would you?” she cried. “I want to go with you.” She said.

“Not for just when someone is dead or for wedding vows.”

“I have felt the urge for awhile but, to ask, I didn’t know how”

They studied the Bible and prayed For God to show

the right church where they could grow.

They were led to a church in Northern California.

They were on fire, let me warn ya.

They became filled with the Holy Spirit.

Their music changed your heart to hear it.

Their music now became their ministry.

They were quite popular as you can see.

They won many soles for the Lord.

People heard Jesus in every cord.

They said The Lord was leading all the time.

We didn’t know He said “You are mine.”

Happier, they could not be.

They wish the same for you and me.———-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)

No Comfort In The Truth

No Comfort In The Truth

She was acting squirrelly. Something is wrong.

I’ll just be patient. It won’t take long.

The truth will come out sooner or later.

I’d rather be pulling teeth from a gator.

Then she says it’s got to end. It’s over.

She can’t go on . It’s no field of clover.

We just don’t seem to be compatible.

It seems to be where it’s at, you know.

There is no comfort in the truth

This is driving me through the roof.

Makes me suspicious . Is she lying?

Is there another? She’s not crying.

How much longer must this go on?

Probably just until she’s gone.

There’s no comfort in the truth.

This is driving me through the roof.

I said we share most everything.

We are even both right wing.

We like much of the same things.

Any more alike would be boring.

She said don’t try to change my mind.

It’s not like something that you find.

Then put in your pocket to keep around.

I am feeling lost instead of found.

There is no comfort in the truth.

This is driving me through the roof.

Makes me suspicious. Is she lying?

Is there another? She’s not crying.

How much longer must this go on?

Probably just until she’s gone.

There is no comfort in the truth.

This is driving me through the roof.

What are you talking about?, I said.

You make me feel like I am dead.

You’re not something that I found.

Your someone I want around.

That’s the point. I’m not a “thing.”

No, I’m not trying to be mean.

What I’m saying; I’m an individual.

A living person with a free will.

There is no comfort in the truth.

This is driving me through the roof.

Makes me suspicious. Is she lying?

Is there another? She’s not crying.

How much longer must this go on?

Probably just until she’s gone.

There is no comfort in the truth.

This is driving me through the roof.

———————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2011)

I’ve Never Been In This Place Before

I’ve Never Been In This Place Before

I’m older now and my hair is gray.

But, I still feel good enough to play.

I thought I had done it all.

Summer is over. Here comes the fall.

Then came the high school reunion.

Seeing old friends that I knew then.

Then from out of the blue

I got an E-Mail from a girl I once knew.

She was so happy to have seen me

at the high school reunion party.

We started E mailing each other.

I was shocked to discover

she had a crush on me in school.

I tell you I didn’t have a clue.

We talked more and I found

this girl only lived right across town.

We both were single at this time.

We both had bad times left behind.

Things progressed then came the call.

We were talking and having a ball.

The time came when we would meet.

I was giddy as a dog in heat.

She had me feeling like a kid.

I knew my feelings were not well hid.

Was there fire in the heart after all these years?

There was a little fear but, there were no tears.

Will this take me where I’ve never been before?

Or, will I be too scared to knock on her door?

I’ve never been in this place before.

It’s got me shaking to my very core.

Come on honey.—- Open that door.———R. W. Johnson—–(2012)

A Long Road To Love

A Long Road To Love

We first met at a walk a thon event.

She was flying around the track.

Going so fast I wondered where she went.

I had to move it to even see her back.

When I asked her what was the rush?

She said some exercise was all she needed.

I said I am not trying to raise a fuss.

But, killing yourself is not what’s needed.

That was the start of a whirlwind relationship.

We were quite physical in all we did.

We couldn’t slow down. That was the way of it.

Eventually, she got a new job offer bid.

We went our separate ways.

I went north to the mountains there.

Got a job logging for a while.

Then I drifted down to the Kansas open air.

Helped bring in the corn in style.

The work sometimes was worse for wear.

Got up early, worked till dusk.

Had fun every evening with all the locals.

Drank and ate till I thought I’d bust.

Before long I was one of the yokels.

Then I went down around the gulf.

Oil was gone and fishing was back.

I would buy bread by the loaf.

Throw pieces off the pier where I sat.

Got a job on a crabbing crawler.

Cleaning out crab traps for our catch.

Turn them over to the crab hauler.

Who threw them down the tanker hatch.

I drifted out west to California.

Working in the fields harvesting crops.

I thought of the girl back home enough to boar ya.

Found more & more she was in my thoughts.

I traveled on always alone.

One thought was burning in my brain.

I headed to where I thought she called home.

Hoping to see her, which was insane.

I found her listed in a phonebook in Chicago.

Would she remember me? Was it worth a try?

I wondered, would she now have a bow?

I finally called her & prayed with a sigh.

She was surprised, but, oh so happy.

I had been on her mind for a long, long time.

A negative response would have felt crappy.

But, now I felt she could again be mine.

I was working my way back to her.

I made every effort to get it all back.

She was wanting to be back for sure.

In record time we did it. We didn’t lack.

I told her where I had drifted to and from.

She felt a mistake happened when she’d gone.

I said, it set in concrete, she was the one.

She said the same as we sat on the lawn.

We set a date and were married.

Years later we are still together.

We’re still physical & our love we carried.

A perfect match in any weather.—————R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

Damaged Love

Damaged Love

I called this girl up for a date.

She declined saying I was too late.

I asked her what did she mean?

She said she didn’t want to be mean

But, she wanted a committed person.

Not a relationship with a cursed man.

She said I might make a good pet.

But I wasn’t ready for commitment yet.

I was a victim of damaged love.

I needed help from up above.

One too many trips to Lonesome Town

Too many times I’ve played the clown.

I have a permanent room at Heartbreak Hotel.

My heart has been stomped & ripped to hell.

I need a true love to repair my heart

Aching for your love & not knowing where to start.

She said I had been burned way too often.

My heart was nailed into a coffin.

My emotions were nearly dead.

Mostly, I was out of my head.

I couldn’t trust enough for true love.

I was a victim of damaged love.

A commitment was just a dream to me.

Running scared at the thought of it would be.

It might be too late to save such a mess.

I might be alone until my death.

One too many trips to Lonesome Town.

Too many times I’ve played the clown.

I have a permanent room at Heartbreak Hotel.

My heart has been stomped & ripped to hell.

I need true love to repair my heart.

Aching for your love & not knowing where to start.

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