Romance – Page 10 – Word Smith Wisdom

Love The Hard Way

I think that I will never see.
Since you beat the hell out of me.
My eyes are blackened and all puffed up.
Just because I asked you “What’s sup?”

There was a time I would have won.
I would have fought back some.
But, now I just roll with the punches.
Don’t hit a girl is what my hunch is.

Don’t go around breaking little girls hearts.
They will get pissed and rip you apart.
But, I didn’t do a thing to deserve this.
The rumor mill has really got me pissed.

Beat up by a girl is the ultimate insult.
I would rather fight gators in a moat.
Especially when I didn’t do a thing.
The rumor mill said I had a fling.

It is all lies!!—– Dirty rotten lies!!
My last girl tried to claw out my eyes.
She probably started the rumors.
I should set fire to her bloomers.

Women. ….It should be: Whoa, men.
Beware!!—– Here she comes again!!
She will turn you every way but loose.
You will feel like you were hit by a caboose.

Why should men be abused by women?
“It’s not unheard of.” Said milk toast, grinning.
“Show superiority. Scratch them with your whiskers.”
She would like it better if I only kissed her.

Two weeks later, I could see again.
I knew I was different than other men.
She forgave me and made love to me.
But, I didn’t do wrong. Can’t she see?

Just forget it and reap the reward.
Love from her is a gift not ignored.
Maybe it’s true. Men fire on one cylinder.
I hope this thought isn’t killing her.

Our relationship is much better now.
We learned to trust through this somehow.
A world without trust is a world of hurt.
Usually for me, from the one in the skirt.

—————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

I saw her walking down the street the first time.
I knew I would do all I could to make her mine.
I found a clever way to get her name.
I knew my life wasn’t going to be the same.
And it seemed like a good idea at the time.

My only thought was that she was looking fine.
I started thinking a little further down the line.
My next move was all planned out.
Soon, she would see what I was all about.
And it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Soon, I had a date with her. We would dine.
I wasn’t late. I was right on time.
Things went better than expected.
I knew I would never let her feel neglected.
And it seemed like a good idea at the time.

A second date to see a movie seemed just fine.
Things were falling together right in line.
My plan to make her mine was possible now.
I was sure it would all work out somehow.
And it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Things worked out. She became mine.
We were now one throughout time.
Right up until she left me for another.
I should have listened to my mother.
But, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

———————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

In The Eye Of The Beholder

I looked and right out my window
Was a reminder of all the love I could kindle.
The prettiest tree on the block.
It was everything that I am not.
It reminded me of all that you are.
The prettiest girl on the block by far.
Every beautiful thing I see around me
Reminds me of the beauty in you I see.
I don’t see myself in this class.
Yet, you see me as a beauty that lasts.
I will take it, and all that you give.
You’re a fountain of youth that helps me live.
I bathe in your beauty daily.
Soak it up like the sun soaks up all that’s shady.
The end result is that I am a better person.
For nothing from you could make me worsen.
Is that word?—- I really don’t care.
As long as you are with me everywhere.
They say beauty is only skin deep.
But, it is what’s inside that makes you so sweet.
You treat others like they were precious gold.
Something precious to have and to hold.
No wonder others think you are a real prize.
They envy me for our loving ties.
That is fine. Just don’t let it ever change.
Sometimes simple love is hard to explain.

————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Stuck Like Glue

Things are not right. What to do?
All I want is to be with you.
When your time is up, I’ll be there.
I will follow you anywhere.
I will follow you into the light.
Look and I will be on your right.
If it gets dark and I can’t see you.
Just hold on and we will get through.
On the other side we will be together.
Be it super hot or perfect weather.
What I am trying to say is this.
Come hell or high water, you’re my miss.
I intend to stick like glue.
Despite what all the world will do.
Call me old fashioned or in a rut.
It is how I am. I feel it in my gut.
I was meant to be with you.
Come thick or thin, we’ll see it through.
What more can I say or do.
My actions will say the rest for you.

————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

A Storybook Romance

I met her at the market place in old Hong Kong.
The only Americans, we instantly got along.
I wondered what she was doing there?
She said it was business only. I swear.
I said too bad. It was a good place for fun.
Drink a little Saki and go for a run.
A run on the beach, or just see the sights.
She said I had a real way to entice.
She was free the next day, so off we went.
Sightseeing, not concerned about what we spent.
We ran on the beach. Swam a little too.
There were tons of things to do.
After a day, or more, of this, she left for home.
I said I would call her on the phone.
She was from the California coast, near S.F.
An area I loved the most. Sorry I left.
A week later I gave her a call.
We went to wine country and had a ball.
The Napa Valley was very beautiful.
There was lots to drink & eat till full.
I told her that this is where I actually lived.
She said: “Really!”, as she used her bib.
“We are almost neighbors, you know.”
“Yet, we met in Hong Kong. What a show.”
Time passed by, like it always does.
Before long, her and I became us.
Traveling was a big part of our time.
I didn’t mind, since she was mine.
You know how these stories go.
Before long, another joined us for the show.
We named him Peter. Pete for short.
He won an award for his book report.
We asked him what book he had read.
He said none. It was based on our lives instead.

————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Finite Man

Lucinda was mine
Till the time
That I found her
Holding Finn.
Loving him.
Then you came along.
Loved me strong.
That’s what I thought.
Then, me and you,
That died too.
Don’t know that I will
But until
I can find me
A little girl who will stay,
And not play
Games behind me.
I will be what I am.
A finite man.
A finite man.
This poem can
Make you a better man.
Sounds like “Solitary Man.”
Do it, if you can.
No need for women to trample man.
When you can be a finite man.
Take things in hand.
Come on boy.
I know you can.

——————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Adrift, And All Alone

Why did we go our different ways?
You said you missed me, I heard you say.
Yet, you didn’t come to get me.
I guess you wanted to be free.
Life isn’t right when you’re not around.
You keep me firmly anchored to the ground.
You’re someone I can cling to.
When I need guidance to make it through.
I hope you didn’t think I was needy.
Even though I wanted you to feed me.
I get carried away with flighty ideas.
You calm me, especially when people see us.
You are a beacon in a stormy sea.
I focus on you and I am free.
I am not adrift on any old current.
I feel grounded, even if you weren’t.
Someday, our paths may cross again.
I will always consider you a friend.
But, I feel we could be so much more.
If you only won’t walk out the door.

——————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Not Quite Grown Up

I met you and I couldn’t believe it.
But, I was glad to just receive it.
The kind of fun I have with you.
It seems no one else will do.

Just two kids, having a ball.
Doing things we did when small.
Now that we are all grown up.
You might think we’re in a rut.
Stuck in our adult acting ways.
Always the same, day after day.
But, we’re just two kids, having a ball.
Doing the things we did when small.

They would tell me: “Grow up.”
Act your age. Don’t be a butt.
Then I met you and off we went.
Peter Pan syndrome is heaven sent.

We would play into one another.
Pass a pole and say “Bread & butter.”
Having more fun than a barrel of monkeys.
Having a blast. Never feeling funky.

Just two kids, having a ball.
Doing things we did when small.
Now that we are all grown up.
You might think we we’re in a rut.
Stuck in our adult acting ways.
Always the same, day after day.
But, we’re just two kids, having a ball.
Doing the things we did when small.

We act mature when we need to.
But,—– between me and you.
It’s more fun to act like a kid.
It causes other adults to flip their lid.

—————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

A ‘Wild’ Reaction

Your flying high in a cloudless sky.
You can see the scenery fly by.
You’re not in a plane or any such thing.
Yet, you’re flying, like you had wings.
You’re like a bird. How can this be?
You’re flying high, feeling free.
There is no fear in what you’re doing.
You’re having lots of fun. No fooling.
Is it imagination, or a vivid dream?
Maybe it is much more than it seems.
Have you thought about how to land?
You need to survive,—- if you can.
The sweat starts popping out of your head.
Then, you make a perfect landing, in your bed.
So,—- I guess it was all a dream?
Yet, it was much more than it seemed.
You can’t remember going to bed.
The whole thing is driving you out of your head.
Did you take a hallucinogenic drug?
Did you lick a Colorado river toad? Uggh.
Maybe ‘magic mushrooms’ did the trick?
Or maybe some LSD on a stick?
No, you never touch stuff like that.
The thought would make you puke in your hat.
Maybe it was that Superman movie you saw?
Or possibly that pizza you ate at the in laws?
None of this makes any sense.
Maybe it was a way to circumvent?
Avoid a nasty situation by just ‘flying off’?
Hard to be bothered when you are aloft.
You feel like Snoopy in his WW I adventures.
You should sell this. Put it in dispensers.
But, you don’t even know what it is?
Maybe, you were just reacting to her kiss?
She sends you into orbit, you know.
One kiss from her and here comes the show.

————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Little Show Of Horrors

Blackbird singing in the dead of night.
Was he welcoming in the morning light?
I fear what’s coming in the light of day.
I didn’t mean for things to turn out this way.

She might cut me loose today.
Tell me to go my own way.
All that I did was just for her.
But, it didn’t turn out right, for sure.

I tried to make it all a surprise.
To see the love shining from her eyes.
It was shocking, to say the least.
Made me look like some kind of beast.

It was supposed to be a puppet show.
Relaxing, for someone on the go.
Instead, it became a show of horrors.
Left her running, screaming, for the door.

Curse that puppeteer and his ‘sick’ humor.
I heard he was ‘sick’, but thought it a rumor.
His price was fair, so, we went from there.
I didn’t think it would be such a scare.

Blackbird singing in the dark of night.
Don’t be singing about such a fright.
This could be the end of our love affair.
Yet, you sing like you don’t even care.

If you ever want to surprise your girl.
Don’t hire a ‘sick’ puppeteer to thrill.
For he may scare her with his show.
Leaving you lost, with nowhere to go.

——————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

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