Romance – Page 8 – Word Smith Wisdom

Susie Darling

Susie Darling

Oh, Oh Susie darling.

I thought you knew?

You were all the world to me.

All my dreams come true.

That’s from an old time song, you see.

Yet, I don’t know how we went wrong.

I agreed with you all along.

Now, I am crying all night long.

Just like the words to that old song.

Susie, can you hear me?

I am crying out to you.

You were all the world to me.

Then you’re gone. Are we through?

Think back to the day we met.

You were sitting all alone.

You were shy. You are still yet.

I gave you a freshly baked scone.

You smiled and said hello.

We started talking, getting acquainted.

I was not in a hurry to go.

I felt like I had been anointed.

Anointed in your pleasant nature.

You were so easy to talk to.

I knew there was nothing fake here.

Before long, I was so into you.

Time passed and we became a couple.

I was happy beyond belief.

I thought there might be nuptials.

Then, you were gone. Not sweet.

Oh, oh Susie darling.

I thought you knew?

You were all the world to me.

All my dreams come true.

——————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Coming On Strong

Coming On Strong

Coming on strong.

I have a feeling it may be wrong.

Yet, I’m so into you.

I love everything you do.

Coming on strong.

This would make a powerful song.

It is everything you do.

I want to make it all come true.

Coming on strong.

As I take another puff off the bong.

I am being carried away.

Will I feel the same on another day?

Coming on strong.

How much longer will this go on.

I like it a lot.

My feet are glued to this very spot.

Coming on strong.

I knew this couldn’t last for long.

Why did you say

you had better wait till another day?

Coming on strong.

It was perfectly fine with me.

When you stopped

I knew it was the end, you see.

Coming on strong.

You said you wanted it to go on.

Spread it out.

In the end I will not pout.

Coming on strong.

You wanted to go for long.

Like a lifetime.

Now, I know that you are mine.

——————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

A World Of Change

A World Of Change

Welcome to my world.

If you are like me.

There really isn’t much to see.

It is not worth hanging around.

Yet, you stay, as I frown.

My life is boring.

Not much going on.

Most everything is gone.

It feels like the end every day.

Yet, you want to stay and play?

Welcome to my world.

What else can I say?

You insist on having it your way.

Soon, you will say ‘This sucks!!’

Welcome to all the muck.

I said it was boring.

Now, you know what I mean.

Will you up and split the scene?

I wouldn’t blame you if you did.

I often feel like I’ll flip my lid.

Welcome to my world.

It is what it is.

I have nothing left to give.

In this life, there is no rule.

Except I can never leave too.

My life is boring.

You can never run away from you.

This rings so very true.

I am stuck with what I have made.

Yet, you will not let it fade.

You are part of my world.

Things are changing fast.

I never thought it would last.

I can’t recognize my old life now.

It has all changed somehow.

My life is no longer boring.

You have turned the magic key.

You found the better part of me.

My world is magical, with no end.

I have found much more than a friend.

——————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Fantasies Of A Poet

Fantasies Of A Poet

When I think of the emotions wasted on you,

It burns me out. Through and through.

I showered you with all my affection.

All I ever got was just rejection.

Makes me wonder if others would?

I feel ousted out, like rotten wood.

Then, I met her briefly, and I was hooked.

I saw her by a bubbling brook.

It was a beautiful day in the park.

When I talked with her I felt a spark.

A small fire starting in my heart.

Desire, but not knowing where to start.

I have to quit writing these poems.

Get dressed and grab some coins.

Find her again and let the fire grow.

Then, I think about why I was feeling low.

I don’t know if I could take more rejection.

It would be harder than losing an election.

But, I will never know if I don’t try.

I strap down my heart and prepare to die.

I may be headed for another crash landing.

I know a relationship takes understanding.

When I was with her we seemed to click.

Maybe getting to know her is the trick.

If she likes poetry, I will write her one.

Make it a happy one, just for fun.

There will be a method to my madness.

In the end, I pray for gladness.

I have nowhere to go, but up.

I just need to make sure I don’t get in a rut.

—————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Clean Conscience

Clean Conscience

I have felt upside down and turned around.

But, I kept my conscience clean.

It was just a rouse till you turned me loose.

But, I kept my conscience clean.

You were misleading and mostly unheeding.

But, I kept my conscience clean.

You were demanding and not understanding.

But, I kept my conscience clean.

I am not proud.

I’m just one of the crowd.

I try to be fair.

Though, it gets me nowhere.

I stick by my word.

My sincerity is not inferred.

You’re not that way.

I can’t believe a thing you say.

You cheated, lied, and even cried.

But, I kept my conscience clean.

I came to know you put on quite a show.

But, I kept my conscience clean.

It was all an act, you were a real brat.

But, I kept my conscience clean.

You were not true, I ended up the fool.

But, I kept my conscience clean.

I am not proud.

I am one of the crowd.

I try to be fair.

Though, it gets me nowhere.

I stick by my word.

My sincerity is not inferred.

You’re not that way.

I can’t believe a thing you say.

Now, you’re free to look for another me.

But, I kept my conscience clean.

I hope he is cool and can see through you.

But, I kept my conscience clean.

It will be hard cause you’re a real card.

But, I kept my conscience clean.

He could drop you and not be a fool.

But I kept my conscience clean.

—————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

The Legacy Of Billy Joe

The Legacy Of Billy Joe

People come and people go.

All except for Billy Joe.

He kinda just hung around.

He liked what he had found.

Though she paid him no mind.

At least she was not unkind.

The days turned into months.

Then it happened all at once.

Someone had shot her down.

Turned her life upside down.

She was an emotional wreck.

Billy Joe rubbed her neck.

He was supportive and kind.

She was at the end of the line.

She had no idea where to go.

She had never felt so low.

Billy Joe was there to lift her up.

To help her dig out of this rut.

In time, she felt much better.

He was there in any weather.

Then she finally met another.

Let nothing tear it asunder.

But, in the end, that died too.

She was hurting as to what to do.

Here came Billy Joe to give support.

He had only good things to report.

He was there till she felt better.

She wrote the guy a ‘Dear John’ letter.

Then, came that terrible day.

Billy Joe was taken away.

It was a terrible accident.

She wondered where he went.

Then, she realized he was the one.

Always there through tears and fun.

It hit her like a ton of bricks.

Cut her to her very quick.

Oh, what will she do now?

Without Billy Joe to help somehow.

Then, she remembered what he said.

The night he tucked her into bed.

“Take the good with the bad.”

“Don’t walk away feeling sad.”

“Tomorrow will be another day.”

“There will always be a way.”

She will miss Billy Joe a lot.

He helped her with all she got.

She remembered all he said.

Tomorrow, she will be wed.

He said this day would come.

Billy, I wish you were the one.

——————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

The Hitchhiker’s Guide To Happiness

The Hitchhiker’s Guide To Happiness

I met her while hitching through the western states.

She said she was ‘drifting’, if I heard her straight.

She gave me a lift into Reno, where we stopped.

We shared a room to save on the cost.

We decided to travel together. We needed jobs.

We found them in a casino. We beat the odds.

I worked security and she was a dealer.

We lasted about a year till long hours defeated her.

We pulled up stakes and traveled on.

Ended up in San Jose. I got work before dawn.

She painted and sold them on the street.

Also at flea markets and at artist meets.

We liked where we were. It was quiet.

Till we got caught up in a Trump riot.

We decided to look for greener pastures.

I remembered a little place from last year.

We ended up in Pahrump. Not a lot here.

Desert like country. Hot . I needed a cold beer.

Little work to be found. Fast food or car wash.

In two months we left, at any cost.

We headed for an ocean side town.

Much cooler for us all around.

Fishing and work with seafood was good.

We had a good time doing what we should.

We came to depend on one another.

Before she knew, I was more than a brother.

She became the most important thing to me.

We stayed six months, before we got itchy feet.

We went east and ended up down south.

The Alabama food was watering to our mouth.

We ended up in New Orleans during Marti Gras.

Things were kicked back. There was no boss.

We liked it and wanted to stay for awhile.

We found good jobs and were living in style.

I started thinking of maybe settling down.

She looked at me with a funny frown.

She really didn’t have much more to say.

Then, came that wonderful, fateful day.

She told me she was in a ‘family’ way.

She was pregnant, she meant to say.

So, we decided to marry and settle down.

This would be our final town.

I am not sorry for the way it turned out.

You will never see me sit and pout.

I had all I wanted the day I met her.

It was the end of her ‘drifting’, that’s for sure.

We now have two boys, who are doing fine.

I sit back with a glass of wine.

I said, “Let’s make a toast to their future.”

“If they ‘drift’, let them be true to her.”

“For they will find the girl of their dreams.”

“Let them enjoy the road and all it brings.”

—————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Freedom Has Its Price

Freedom Has Its Price

See the wild horses running free.

The eagle flies far above the trees.

The butterfly flirts here and there.

There is freedom everywhere.

My heart is chained and nailed down.

I have no freedom to move around.

If I try to be free, I will not succeed.

I am caught in the spell you’ve weaved.

Usually, lovers don’t want to be free.

They are enjoying all they see.

In this case,—- it is a living hell.

I am being smothered, I can tell.

There is no way out for me.

I will die in total misery.

You will never let me go.

I am the star of your show.

Without you I am half a man.

With you, I only do what I can.

I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t.

I feel like I should, but you know I won’t

This is going to end in a bad way.

I can see it coming this very day.

It will be nasty for both of us.

I can’t just get on the bus.

There may be 50 ways to leave your lover.

But, my only way out is like no other.

I can separate the light from the dark.

Despite saying we will never part.

Where I go you won’t be able to follow.

I am not talking about Sleepy Hollow.

It will all come as a shock to you.

Then, you will realize you have been a fool.

————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Love Is A Mystery

Love Is A Mystery

There is mysteries all around.

Always, there are more found.

But, the greatest of them all

is love. Do you hear its call?

It can beacon from near or far.

It can reach you where you are.

Some love makes no sense at all.

Others can leave you standing tall.

Love can come and love can go.

Love can make your entire show.

Be it sweet or heartbreaking.

Love is worth the undertaking.

Love can lift your spirits high.

Love can hurt till you want to die.

It can tear your heart into.

It can make a fool of you.

Love can fill your every need.

It can leave you wondering , indeed.

love for one another is great.

Each giving what they take.

Why love comes our way

is a mystery for every day.

Where it comes and where it goes

only God really seems to know.

You can know how to make it better.

Or, you can get a ‘Dear John’ letter.

Just give love as you want to be loved.

The rest will come from God above.

——————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

Infatuated

Infatuated

The aqua color in your eyes

matches the sea at sunrise.

The tan color of your skin

Shows the beauty from within.

The color of your lovely hair

Is enough to make me care.

Your stature, straight and tall

is like a goddess; you enthrall.

Your lips are of a color, rare

that blends with all you wear.

Your walk is quite the sight,

it brings one to his knees , alright.

But, the beauty from within

Is what makes you a win.

You are ‘personality plus’

with nothing I don’t trust.

With all of this going out the door,

you are someone I can’t ignore.

Somehow, I have to make you mine.

Someone I can cherish for all time.

—————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)