The Turtle And Hare Race

      The Turtle And Hare Race

I think you’ve heard the story about the race.

When the hare & turtle were setting the pace.

The turtle wins, or so the story goes.

But, we all know that story blows.

It is time to set the record straight.

Time to tell the world the hare wasn’t late.

The race started and the hare was way ahead.

He decided to take a nap instead.

When he awoke the turtle was still behind.

The hare, then, decided to dine.

He ate a big slew of carrots.

The turtle was late, he could hardly bare it.

The hare ran circles around the turtle.

Then he took off and did a hurtle.

Jumped a log with room to spare.

He landed right in a rabbit snare.

Hours later, here came the turtle.

The hare begged for help. who helped? The turtle.

After setting the hare free.

The turtle said “Have pity on me.”

The hare was thankful to the turtle.

He said “I’ll let you win, since I am fertile.”

“I have plenty to keep me busy.”

“I’ll be spending time with the missy.”

The turtle smiled and off he went.

Hours later, the turtle was close to the end.

Here came the hare, running like the wind.

The turtle won, only by a nose.

The hare was nursing some sore toes.

So, there is how the story really went.

The hare acted upset, but he really wasn’t bent.

The hare was fast, in more ways than one.

The turtle, truly, can’t even run.

Yet, the turtle won, we are told.

We’ll keep his secret till we are old.—R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

 

 

A Lost Pixie Finds Home

 

      A Lost Pixie Finds Home

She awoke thinking about  this.

He’s been gone long enough to miss.

There was a whisper of light.

A rare thing since it was night.

The moon was full, time to collect.

She never left this to neglect.

She was alone in the down under.

She could still hear rain and thunder.

Tonight, though, it was warm pleasure.

Time to look for more treasure.

She arose, washed her face, hands, & feet.

She didn’t look for food to eat.

She got her box with light within.

Off she went, her face had a grin.

 

She is Auril, a pixie. Named by him.

She didn’t have a name till then.

No memory of her past exists.

All her knowledge is just this.

She didn’t know she was a pixie.

Though, very small, this she could see.

She was like those above.

Like him, except he didn’t shove.

He rubbed against the world.

Yet, he accepted her and she was thrilled.

She only knew herself, no others.

This was her world. She knew no mother.

Silent things were her company.

They all impressed her. One could see.

She knew each thing had a special vibe.

She could read this far and wide.

 

She made her way out of down under.

Watchful not to attract like thunder.

She slipped off into the woods.

In search of food & what she could.

She went where she hadn’t been before.

A space in the trees,— like a door.

Moonlight guided her path.

Then, she heard a little laugh.

Quiet as moss growing on a rock,

she slipped up to the spot.

It was like she was drawn there.

There was laughter & singing in the air.

A pond with a waterfall at one end.

Fairies and pixies were swimming within.

Some were sitting on the shore.

Behind them were even more.

They were giving off vibes, bright.

Singing and playing in the moonlight.

She quietly slipped down among them.

All of them stopped and began to grin.

“Our lost sister has finally come home.”

Auril said “What?,” Then she was shown.

“Your mother & you were caught by men.

Long ago. We felt we wouldn’t see you again.”

“We felt your essence when we came back”

“But, we didn’t know where you were at.”

‘Every full moon, we would come, all of us.”

“Hoping you would be drawn here thus.

“So here you are, back at last, where you belong”

“It has been years since you have been gone.”

She told them she had no memory of her past.

They said her mother’s essence winked out fast.

They knew that she had died, or was killed.

Still, your essence, had not been fulfilled.

She told them how a man had named her.

How he came, at times, just to make sure

she was o.k. Otherwise, he left her to herself.

The fairies and pixies prayed for his health.

“Such a man is rare.” they said.

“He didn’t let it all go to his head”

So, ends the story of the lost pixie.

She made it home like it should be.

As an afterthought, she saw the man again.

She thanked him &. wished the best for him.

“If others treated fairies & pixies like that.”

She said,” it would be a different world. It’s a fact.”

———————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

 

 

 

 

Little Knight’s Girlfriend Has Dreams

 

      Little Knight’s Girlfriend Having Dreams

The little knight’s girlfriend wasn’t sleeping well.

She was having  nightmares now. She could tell.

The bed was a mess when she would awake.

She was drenched in sweat, make no mistake.

She thought back about one of the dreams.

She was dreaming on the little knight theme, it seems.

She was with the little knight’s former best friend.

She really didn’t want to be with him.

All she wanted was for the little knight to be assertive.

If he would win her back, it would be worth it.

She always wanted the little knight to be brave.

To fight for her, even to his grave.

She didn’t want him to be hurt or die.

She just wanted him to fight for her, or at least try.

Seems, he always was a little wimpy.

She wanted a man that was brave. It was meant to be.

Then, the little knight appeared.

He was so assertive, he projected fear.

He kicked his former best friend’s ass.

Then treated his girl with respect and class.

Till he inquired why she strayed from him.

The fear of the answer, she held within.

The little knight was becoming quite enraged.

 

She awoke then, and was really afraid.

Her and the little knight were together.

Yet, she feared he would leave & forget her.

Would she ever overcome this fear?

She knew the answer wasn’t clear.——————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

 

Lesson At The Banyon Tree

      The Lesson At The Banyan Tree

“Where will we play today” asked Panda Bear?

The Orangutan shook out his underwear.

“How about in the Banyan Tree?”

“I guess that would be fun for me.”

They set off through the forest.

They met a Monkey that looked like a florist.

He had a big armload of flowers.

He was hiding, like a coward.

“Don’t be afraid” said Panda Bear.

“We’re not going to give you a scare.”

“We’re headed for the Banyan Tree.”

“Would you like to come along and see?”

The Monkey tossed the flowers aside.

“I will come and be your guide.”

So, off they went as happy as could be.

They were in search of the Banyan Tree.

They came upon a babbling brook.

They got closer and took a look.

“How will we get across this raging river?”

Said the Monkey, with a quiver.

“This is just a small babbling brook.”

The Orangutan said, with a stern look.

“Right up there we can jump across.”

“Come here Monkey. I’ll give you a toss.”

On they went, deep into the forest.

It seemed to get darker along their course.

The Monkey was getting a little frightened.

The grip of Panda Bear, on his hand, tightened.

“Hey Monkey!,” “ I thought you knew the way?”

“I did but, things look a lot different today.”

On they went, till they came to a gigantic tree.

It had lots of trunks, you see.

“There it is,” yelled the Monkey with glee.

“I can’t wait to climb that tree.”

As they got near they heard a deep voice.

“What brings you to my tree of choice?”

They all jumped and looked around.

There was no one to be found.

“Look up here in the tree.”

“Now, do you see me?”

It was a huge vulture sitting on a limb.

He looked like the devil was his next of kin.

“We came to play in the Banyan Tree.”

Said Panda Bear, as nice as could be.

“Nobody plays in my tree without a gift.”

The vulture was sounding a little miffed.

“What kind of gift?” asked Orangutan?

“I usually like something dead.”

They all looked at him with dread.

“I was thinking more of love” said Panda Bear.

“Love? What is that? Something for my hair?”

“No, love, like from the ‘Father’ above.”

‘He made all nature and all we love.”

“He even made this Banyan Tree.”

“He even made you and me.”

“I have never heard of this ‘Father’.”

They all told him of the creator God and His love for us.

The vulture was moved. “Join me” he said, with no fuss.

Soon they were all playing in the Banyan Tree.

Sharing brotherly love .There’s a lesson here for you & me.

Share your knowledge of the savior with all you meet.

You may end up with a Banyan Tree treat.

——————————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

Dragon Tears

  Dragon Tears

As life flows

through the years,

it can be bitter

like dragon tears.

 

It can be sweet,

like music to your ears.

It can be scary,

like your inner fears.

 

But, always remember.

As life’s end nears,

it was your life

through all those years.

 

You were the one

who made those tears.

As sweet as honey,

or—-dragon tears.————R. W. Johnson—–(1994)

Dog Does Good

      Dog Does Good

We were going for a short walk.

We looked up when we heard some talk.

A gang of kids were in the street.

Before we could redirect our feet,

two kids to the side started fighting.

As I watched, two kids were gliding.

They tiptoed by quiet as a mouse.

Then they went into our house.

They were trying to steal our TV.

When our dog came out to see.

He was in the other room.

He growled and jumped the first buffoon.

The other kid was setting down the TV.

While he was saying— “Nice doggie.”

Then he turned and ran real fast.

With the dog nipping at his ass.

He tried to jump the picket fence.

Caught his toe and down he went.

Landed flat upon his face.

Hit so hard he shook the place.

He ran, dripping blood from his mouth.

We went back into the house.

We looked for the other thief.

But, he was pretty fast on his feet.

Out the back door he had run.

The entire day was not much fun.

This neighborhood had gotten bad.

We decided to move, and I was glad.

We moved to a gated community.

They had neighborhood watch, you see.

So we felt much safer and happy there.

Better than we had felt anywhere.

Our big black lab was happy too.

He was happy to be away from that zoo.

No more kids yelling an being brats.

Always whenever he took his naps.

The moral of the story in the end

is that our dog is our best friend.————-R.W. Johnson—–  (2011)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Transformation

      Transformation

Here is the story of a foul little piglet boy.

When he acted dumb he thought it was coy.

He made noises and burped and farted.

He jumped around and acted retarded.

Other kids didn’t want him around.

Because he was always acting the clown.

This made him worse so he acted about 3.

Oh, what a great baby, was he.

He often got beat up for such behavior.

But, his behavior did not waver.

Till one day he met a girl.

Not just anyone, but one with a curl.

He fell hard and his behavior changed.

From his foul behavior, he refrained.

He acted like a young gentleman.

All stopped thinking he was mental then.

Seems he was decent and so refined,

when he was around others didn’t mind.

The girl with the curls took notice too.

Instead of acting like he belonged in a zoo,

he acted courteous and polite.

Being kind to her was his delight.

So ends the story of the piglet boy.

Who changed his ways and became a joy.—-R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

 

“Pookey”

      “Pookey”

Oh, Pookey—you’re the most.

Your hard to find.

Just like a ghost.

You come and go.

just like the wind.

I never know

when you’ll be in.

Can you take me

wherever you go.

So that I’ll always be

part of your show.

From the highest mountains

to the deepest seas.

To life’s bubbling fountains.

Just you and me.

We’ll slide down a rainbow.

We’ll dance in fairy dust.

We’ll have a sparkling  glow

like the sun at dawn or dusk.

We’ll get lost in our magical world.

Riding dragons and having thrills.

Morning will find me curled up

In my bed . But,— where will you be??——-R. W. Johnson—–(2011)

 

The World Of The Duck / A Perfect World

 

The World Of The Duck

Have you ever felt like

you ran out of luck?

Enter now the

world of the duck.

 

Everything you do

Is not working for you.

You feel knocked around

like a hockey puck.

Enter now, the

world of the duck.

 

You pray to God;

Lord, give me a job.

Your busted, your broke.

You don’t have a buck.

Enter now,

the world of the duck.

 

Just take to the skies.

Get out of the rut.

Similar to the

world of the duck.

 

Be foot loose and fancy free.

Swim all around, splashing with glee.

Keep your feet

away from the muck.

Enter now, the

world of the duck.——————-R. W. Johnson——(1994)

 

In A Perfect World

Alcohol would not be addictive.

Chasing women would not be wicked.

Popping drugs would cause no ills.

What is left to produce the thrills?

Things would soon become a drag.

Using alcohol and drugs would lag.

No, that’s not a perfect place.

Not for this here human race.

What we need is a higher power.

To see the beauty in a flower.

To love nature on a sunny day.

To learn to love and how to play.

We need God to show us how.

Then a perfect world can be ours now.——R. W. Johnson—–(2005)

 

Hop, The Frog / Wild Places

 

Hop, The Frog

I knew a frog.

His name was Hop.

A friendly frog.

I liked him alot.

One day he ate

my favorite fly.

The sight of that

just made me cry.

Hop was sorry,

but, couldn’t resist.

“I was hungry”,

as he smacked his lips.

“Would you rather

I ate a Gnu?

Or, maybe, chewed

an old shoe?”

“I will be nice

as you will see.

Before you decide

you will eat me.”

At such a thought

I started to shake.

“I wouldn’t eat you

for heaven’s sake.”

Hop then said;

“I’m glad of that,

But, don’t be upset

if I have a snack.”—————-R. W. Johnson—–(2003)

 

      Wild Places

Daily, it seems, our lives were hanging by a thread.

Never twice in the same place to rest our weary heads.

Listening at night, with our hearts full of fright.

Often, running for our lives in the middle of the night.

 

We searched for wild places.

Places where we can touch the Father’s hand.

We longed for wild places.

Places that are untouched by human hands.

 

We plan to rebuild the fountains.

Let the gardens spread across the land.

Bring back art, music, poetry, & books.

All the beautiful things that were so grand.

 

For now, we seek wild places.

Places where we can touch the Father’s hand.

We long for wild places.

For all the rest has been destroyed by man.

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2006)