Romance – Page 12 – Word Smith Wisdom

Enough Is Enough. He Was Fed Up.

Enough Is Enough. He Got Fed Up.

I don’t want to see you anymore.
I don’t want to feel your breath upon my neck.
I don’t want to try to even the score.
I have come to the point of ‘what the heck!!’
Anything that you try to do is too much.
You continue to be an irritant at all times.
You have become that pain I feel in my gut.
I don’t want to ever say again, “You’re mine.”
You can have the key to your door.
Give it to some other ‘sucker fish’ on your line.
I don’t need it. I don’t live there anymore.
Now I have better ways to spend my time.
You can catch a streetcar that goes into the sea.
The quicker it’s done the better I will feel.
It would mean the quicker you are away from me.
Sometimes I wonder how I got in this mess.
Then I remember. You needed some help.
Being a nice guy, I volunteered, I guess.
Before long, you had ‘suckered’ this little whelp
My life has been a living tragedy ever since.
But, that is finally over now.
I have finally hopped over the fence.
I have made my escape, like a free range cow.
The day will come when someone will stop you.
They will put you in your place.
You will be put high upon a shelf with no stool.
Then no one will ever have to see your face.

—————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Man Finds His Pot Of Gold

I would like to get on my own boat someday.
Plot my course and sail away.
I have a long distance goal in mind.
That pot of gold at the end of the line.
The one that is at the end of all rainbows.
The one that is out where the grain grows.
That ‘non-existent’ prize awaits.
For anyone to get who has the faith.
Maybe it won’t be actual gold.
Maybe it will be something untold.
I will recognize it when it comes along.
I will be dancing and singing my song.
Finally, the day did arise.
I quit my job and set off to find the prize.
I had studied sailing. I was skilled in my ways.
There would never be a better day.
I sailed from here to there.
After awhile, I had been almost everywhere.
Then, I finally sailed home.
I was back and all alone.
This beautiful woman was at my port.
She said “Nice boat. You must be a real sport.”
I told her everywhere I had been.
She said she wished she had gone then.
We got to talking, and before long,
we were having lunch and singing our song.
I invited her to go out on a short sail.
She accepted. She loved sailing, without fail.
In a couple months I realized I found it.
That prize. That pot of gold. I could quit.
I found what I was looking for.
It was here all along. Right at my door.
It was her, who is now my wife.
Looks like happy sailing for the rest of my life.

———————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

The Best Laid Plans Danced Away

The time was approaching for the weekly dance.
I had a date.—– I finally took a chance.
Soon, we were there, out on the floor.
We had the moves. Everyone yelling for more.
Moving in & moving out. Dancing toe to toe.
While everyone around was yelling ‘Go man go!!’.
The sweat was popping out of my head.
My feet were getting tired, feeling like lead.
Finally, we had the chance to dance slowly.
She snuggled right up to me, fully.
After a couple slow ones, it got fast again.
I would show her she was more than a friend.
I started with the ‘Dirty Dancing’ grind.
She was moving well. She didn’t seem to mind.
Belly to belly. Belly to back.
Better than making love in a Cadillac.
Everyone stopped just to watch us go.
It seems we were really stealing the show.
I said “It’s hot in here. Let’s go outside.”
She said “Keep on dancing. Right by my side.”
I said “Let’s stop and get a drink.”
She said “Drink, drink, drink, oh fiddly dink.”
“I can dance with a drink in my hand.”
She didn’t want to stop. Neither did the band.
Seems I started something I can’t stop.
I felt like stopping, right on the spot.
But, this girl was ‘hot’, in more ways than one.
Later, I wanted to have another type of fun.
I thought, maybe, I could fake a fall.
A ‘sprained ankle’ would end it all.
Then, I figured she would find another.
Nope, I had to keep on dancing. Help me mother.
We danced till I thought I couldn’t dance no more.
Finally, the time came to go out the door.
It turned out she was too tired for anything but bed.
So was I when all was done and said.

——————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

He Has Bottomed Out

I dream of the person I might have been.
I could have been great!! I say it again.
But, something pulled me down to hell.
Like a mill stone around my neck. I can tell.
That something is you. You drug me down.
You’re a devil woman, not a clown.
You play your game with major skill.
In no time, you had captured my will.
You made me despise myself.
Made me feel like I need beat with a belt.
I gave all I could, but you wanted more.
You sucked me dry of all I adore.
You cursed me. You wanted to from the start.
Making statements like we will never be apart.
There is nothing worth saving in you.
You should be stomped under someone’s shoe.
You are a demon from hell working your spell.
My ego is lower than the deepest well.
I have to fall out of bed to be somewhat up.
I have drank your poison from a bitter cup.
I will never recover from what you did to me.
I am a ruined wreck of a man. Can’t you see?
There is nowhere for me to go from here.
I have reached my final end. Is that clear?
Move on down the road & leave me in peace.
I have gone as far down as I can reach.
I will never see the light of day again.
Just let me rot here in my den of sin.
Cover me over with the last of your scorn.
Be assured, I will never be reborn.

———————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

He Met His Waterloo

I have tried to put my arms around to many.
I tried to be like my brother, Lenny.
He is a first class playboy, always on a role.
But, never settling down has taken its toll.
He doesn’t love life as much as I do
I love life because I have you.
When I met you I met my Waterloo.
There was no more looking I needed to do.
You and I have been a perfect match.
I could never have made a better catch.
Now, I spend my whole life through
just spending all my time with you.
I see rainbows and all the colors.
I see little kids with their mothers.
I see clouds all white and puffy.
I see my sister’s prom dress, all white & fluffy.
But, all the beauty I see reminds me of you.
You are the star attraction in my zoo.
You are the only attraction that is there.
There isn’t room for anyone else, & I don’t care.
If you could read my heart, it would be clear.
Every page would be about you, dear.
You are my all, my everything.
Without you, there is nothing.
All beauty, sound, feeling, and emotion.
Rolled into one that has all my devotion.
The imagination of the greatest lovers
cannot come up with anyone that covers
my every desire and whim better than you.
I just pray you feel that way about me too.

———————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

The Beginning

Everyday I like to spend a little time
walking in the woods with a friend of mine.
We smell the pine scent on the breeze.
It is warm and nice to put us at ease.
The birds are singing. The sky is clear blue.
I love spending time this way with you.
We come upon a sparkling blue lake.
Fish are jumping. I find it hard to stay awake.
Time for lunch, so we spread out a blanket.
To charge the radio I have to crank it.
Music, food, a warm sunny day.
What more is there for me to say.
Life is good when I am with you.
I find that you are feeling likewise too.
We start to talk. Generalities at first.
We laugh about how things could be worse.
Soon, I am staring deep into your eyes.
This leads to a kiss. What a surprise.
Soon you are snuggling close to me.
We have become more than friends, you see.
We have really gotten into each other.
I realize that there can be no other.
No one else to walk in the woods with.
I hope that this will be a special gift.
One for each of us to cherish.
Please don’t let this feeling perish.
We both see this was meant to be.
I into you and you into me.
There will be other walks in the woods.
I wouldn’t change that if I could.
What we established on that first day.
Will always be here to stay.
For the two of us have become as one.
This will always be our day in the sun.

—————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Under Her Thumb

I saw you and I couldn’t believe it.
She has you walking a tight wire.
Don’t look down, even a little bit.
You will fall into a ring of fire.

She has you up tight and out of sight.
You have a Tampax syndrome big time.
To treat you this way just isn’t right.
She is going to drive you out of your mind.

She runs a tight ship.
She won’t stand for the slightest slip.
She will cut you off short.
If you dare to give her a retort.
Such a life is not for you.
Cut her loose now, you fool!!

You are really towing the line.
Your nose is to the grinding wheel.
What’s up? Have you lost your mind?
You’re in prison. What did you steal?

You spend your time running blind.
You are worse than a rat in a maze.
You’re going in circles. Make up your mind.
Is this any way to spend your days?

She runs a tight ship.
She won’t stand for the slightest slip.
She will cut you off short.
If you dare give her a retort.
Such a life is not for you.
Cut her loose now, you fool!!

What power has she got over you?
Can she do magic? Has she cast a spell?
She’s ugly as a mud fence. That won’t do.
I know you got to be living in hell.

You are a man. Don’t crawl like a worm.
Find a way out and take it now.
Don’t just stay there continuing to squirm.
Walk like a man. Don’t bawl like a cow.

—————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Caught In A Lie?

Like a soldier under heavy fire.
I am fearing for my very life.
You have said that I am a liar.
I am only avoiding pain and strife.

Things have changed for you and me.
I am not the reason for it all.
Things are not the way they used to be.
If, only, you would answer my call.

Rumors have been spread.
There is no truth to them at all.
I was not caught in her bed.
I wasn’t even there at all.

I am true blue and fit to be tied.
There has to be a reason for this.
I am suffering because someone else lied.
I would like to beat them with my fist.

You should know I wouldn’t do this.
I have been with you for awhile now.
Have some faith in me, I wish.
I will prove it’s a lie somehow.

Then we can be as one again.
We can always trust one another.
Neither should ever make amends.
I love you. There is no other.

————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

The Sex Diet

I was hungry all the time.
Not for food, but to make you mine.
I craved you more than a hot fudge Sunday.
I could eat you up. You’re just as yummy.

Then things changed. We got together.
I thought things would be better.
I had all of you I wanted.
Seconds and thirds. I wasn’t taunted.

Time went by, like it always does.
I wasn’t so happy. Just because.
Have you ever bit off more than you could chew?
I think that happened with me and you.

We both needed to go on a diet.
So we abstained. Just try it.
On rare occasions we gave in.
Just a little. It wasn’t a sin.

Let me tell you, it was out of this world.
Absence made our desires whirl.
We reached levels of ecstasy we couldn’t believe.
Such pleasure is hard to achieve.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
We found this true. We didn’t flounder.
Now we diet with anticipation.
For the occasional slip, or vacation.

Our ‘diet’ has motivated us.
We are closer than dirt is to dust.
We recommend it to others, if it fits.
But, never, never call it quits.

————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Words Of Wisdom From Uncle John

I looked around and you were gone.
I had no idea what came over you?
Its happened before, I thought with a yawn.
I always figured you couldn’t be true.

And then along came Uncle John.
He said: “Why is she gone?”
I told him I didn’t have a clue.
He said: “That’s because you are a fool.”

Sometime later, I met another.
She was sweeter than apple pie.
She wanted me to meet her mother.
I turned her down because I was shy.

And then along came Uncle John.
He said: “Why has she gone?”
I told him I didn’t have a clue.
He said: “That’s because you are a fool.”

I tried after that, but couldn’t score.
Things just never went my way.
They seemed to know what I was looking for.
Yet, not one of them would ever stay.

And then along came Uncle John.
He said: “Hasn’t one come along?”
I said I didn’t have a magic wand.
He said: “ It’s because you are a ding dong!!”

——————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)