Category: Factual

Based on true incidents

The Wind And I

 

      The Wind And I

This is my life and all I have done.

It has been different, but lots of fun.

I have been called successful along the way.

Still, it was a struggle, day after day.

 

I have been profoundly deaf over half my life.

This has caused some problems and strife.

I overcame my hearing loss early on.

Before the last little bit was finally gone.

 

I used my many and various other senses.

Sight, touch, smell, and brains, not being defensive.

I compare my life to the wind all around.

Why?  Because, of itself, it has no sound.

 

Till it touches something where it is bound.

Then, all are aware of the wind, I’ve found.

I too, can’t ‘hear’ a recognizable sound.

But, by the people I’ve touched, I’ve found.

 

They are aware of me like they are the wind.

I try to stick to my principles and seldom bend.

The wind and I have made ourselves known.

By who and what we touch, it has been shown.

——————————————–R. W. Johnson and Anita Wonder—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Imagination

      Imagination

My imagination is at the extreme.

The lunatic fringe to some, it may seem.

I dig deep into all levels of possibilities.

Never under estimate my abilities.

 

I can turn night time into day.

Make the bad guy run the other way.

Do magic with the wave of a wand.

Have two opposites form a bond.

 

Give extreme happiness to a forlorn lover.

Make a lonely girl become a mother.

Create a world for your wildest dreams.

Cause it to come apart at the seams.

 

Make your dreams come true.

I can make it so just for you.

I can save you from eternal damnation.

Or, have you burn in hell with elation.

 

Have you ever ridden a bike on a tight wire?

It can happen, if that’s your desire.

Do you want to be the first in deep, deep space?

Would you rather someone else take your place?

 

There is no limits to what I can do.

If I can imagine it, it can happen for you.

But, it will be on a written page.

I write poetry for every age.——————-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

Reminiscing

 

      Reminiscing

Remember when bullies were few & far between?

It just wasn’t in people’s nature to be so mean.

People have called them the good old days.

I guess they were good in their own ways.

A whole lot different than things are today.

People spoke up if they had something to say.

They didn’t worry about drive by shootings.

They were more concerned with their shoestrings.

Did they have cardboard for the holes in their soles?

Were their clothes washed & hung between poles?

Sabbath days were days to look forward to.

First to church, then maybe to the zoo.

Or, at least a picnic, if the weather was nice.

The whole family came. We ate every bite.

During the summer free movies were shown.

Downtown, in the park, for the kids & grown.

No matter if you walked to school or rode a bus.

It was plenty of fun for all of us.

Riding your bike to the local swimming hole.

Racing other kids with your dog in tow.

Staying up late to look at the stars.

Trying to tell which one was Mars.

Building forts and tree houses too.

Throwing spit wads while in school.

Numerous other fun things we did.

are much different than today’s kids.

We had no computers to play games on.

We made up games to play on the lawn.

We did use guns, but, only for hunting.

We didn’t think killing was a fun thing.

We didn’t have a lot of money or things.

We still got by. We thought we were kings.

We learned to love God and trust in him.

We knew if it was wrong it was a sin.

We knew to treat others like ourselves.

We didn’t believe in pixies or elves.

We just loved life & all it was worth.

WE loved & respected this place called earth.

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

 

 

Return Of The Little Knight

      Return Of The Little Knight

The brave little knight’s life was good.

His girl was back with him, like she should.

After a few months time had passed.

The little knight dreamed again, at last.

He dreamed an evil force was after him.

Not just him but, the whole world then.

The little knight knew he should fight.

Somehow he knew it meant his life.

How to fight an evil he can’t describe.

All the while his girl was by his side.

the evil seemed to be hunting him down.

It would always appear without a sound.

The little knight was too brave to hide.

He would take on the evil tide.

He planned a place to fight the evil.

A ‘house of mirrors ‘ seemed ideal.

He went to the local boardwalk.

Into the ‘house of mirrors’, he did walk.

He waited for the evil to appear.

When it did it was really queer.

The evil cast no reflection of its own.

The little knight felt cold to the bone.

The knight made his presence known.

His reflection in a hundred mirrors shown.

But, the evil rushed right toward him!!

 

The little knight awoke all covered in sweat.

Would this evil finally get him yet??

Was it a nightmare or a clairvoyant  show?

The little knight just didn’t know.

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

The Little Knight Finds Victory

 

      The Little Knight Finds Victory

The little knight was looking at the ads in the paper one day.

He saw an ad that said:  Assertive Training Classes start today.

The little knight said “that’s for me.”

He went straight there so he could see.

He signed up for the complete course.

He finished top in his class, of course.

That night the little knight had another dream.

He was one mean ass kicking  machine.

He found where the conniving beast was hiding.

the one who stole his girl without even trying.

He intended to get her back at any cost.

He would show the ‘beast’ who was boss.

The little knight caught them in an alley way.

The little knight said: “It’s time to play!!”

A tremendous battle took place that night.

The little knight easily won that fight.

The little knight said: “Now, you’re back with me.”

His girl fell into his arms & said: “Right where I want to be.”

 

The little knight awoke with a start.

This was the first dream since they had been apart

where the little knight had come out on top.

The assertive training had hit the spot.

He knew then just what he would do.

‘Beast’,—- I’m coming for you.

He went to his x-friend’s house.

Snuck up & peeked in, quiet as a mouse.

They were both there watching TV.

It might be the last thing they would see.

He beat on the door really hard.

Yelled at them “Come out in the yard.”

The little knight was super assertive and to the point.

He had the ‘beast’ wanting out of that joint.

The ‘beast’ was shaking in his boots.

Pleading for mercy. Yelling “Turn me loose.”

The ‘beast’ said he didn’t love her anyway.

He only tried to get her because he was jealous that way.

The ‘beast’ ran in and locked his door.

After he had yelled “She is only a whore.”

The little knight said to her: “I know that’s not true.”

“You were meant for me & I was meant for you.”

She flew into his arms apologizing all the while.

She said she only did it to make him stand up for her in style.

She said she wanted him to be more of a man.

She used to say: “Be more assertive. I know you can.”

The little knight said he could do that now.

Nothing nor no one will come between us now.

So ends the tales of the brave little knight.

Does he still dream?— Sometimes at night.

But, now,  he always wins every battle.

Rides away with his girl on the saddle.

From now on they will always say.

One brave little knight rides away.

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

 

 

A Tornado Tale

      A Tornado Tale

Twenty four people busted through heaven’s gate.

From Moore, Ok., where they met their fate.

Ten were children, whose lives were snuffed out

By an F-5 tornado, that threw them about.

There were hero’s that day that saved many.

Even during the storm, they did plenty.

Like, the teacher who covered a few classmates

with her own body. The best shield she could make.

It broke her back and did much more damage.

To save the children, it was all she could manage.

The few children under her were safe.

Without her, who knows what would be their fates.

Many ask: “Where was God when the tornado hit?”

He helped all but twenty four get out of it.

Satan was doing his best to see all would die.

You must admit, he gave it one good try.

May all the survivors give testimony for God.

There is nothing about this that would be odd.

Calamity causes a paradigm shift in thinking. If you didn’t love God before, you weren’t thinking.

You end up in the valley of decision .

Praise God or curse Him . You will be driven

to choose one position or the other.

You need a Father as well as a mother.

Choose the heavenly Father & tell it to others.

Soon, they will be your sisters and brothers.

For the day is coming when the F-5 in Moore

will be a minor storm by ‘end time’s’ score.

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

 

 

Loving You

 

      Loving You

How to describe how I feel about you.

It feels like something that I’d like to do.

Yet, feelings are the hardest thing to express.

Maybe in a poem I can say it best.

 

There is this overwhelming feeling of desire.

The thought of you sets my heart on fire.

I want to hold, caress, drown myself in you.

You mean more to me than anything I do.

 

I want to protect, shelter, & cherish you.

I want you to want me the way I do you.

Put you on a pedestal high for all to see.

Yet, no one can have you except for me.

 

You’re a living walking dream.

You’re the best I’ve ever seen.

The angles outdid themselves with you.

You are a shining star in a sky of blue.

 

My heart beats faster at your nearness.

Your touch only surpassed by your caress.

I want to make you happy with my every touch.

I want to excite you untill it’s too much.

 

I get all excited inside when you’re near.

I am always careful not to be unclear.

I don’t want to come in a heated rush.

Always putting you first with a gentle touch.

 

Always learning what pleases you most.

Executing it in the gentlest way, no boast.

To please you is utmost at all times.

Because I love you till the end of time.——-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

Yearning For The Gift

      Yearning for the gift

I can almost reach it.

It’s within my grasp.

When it is brightly lit,

it is like shining brass.

 

I have gone days

with it not around.

When it should amaze,

I am wearing a frown.

 

What is it I fear?

How come I can

never keep it near?

I need to be a man.

 

I want it close.

I want it to cover me.

When I need it most

is when I am running free.

 

Should I do my thing?

Or, let Him do His?

If I want Him to bring

me much more than a kiss.

 

I need to believe in Him.

To surrender totally.

He will take away the sin.

I can come to the cross boldly.

 

Then He will cover me.

I will be one of His.

I know what needs to be.

I must accept His gift.—————–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

On And On

      On And On

I keep thinking about what’s going on.

About the “end times” we are upon.

Could the human race be checking out?

Is that what this is all about??

People are worried the end is near.

I say there is nothing to fear.

Just take it all a day at a time.

Keep moving on down the line.

God will only give you what you can bear.

Through the worst He will be there.

Keep the faith and do your best.

God will handle all the rest.

In the end there should be no sorrow.

You will be stepping into tomorrow.

But, those without faith go on and on.

Always worrying till they are gone.

While those with faith will have no fear.

Even though the end is near.——————–R.W. Johnson—-(2011)

 

Just Any Old Kind Of Day

      Just Any Old Kind Of Day

Sitting here, relaxing in my easy chair.

Just some time to rest my tired eyes.

Thinking about the State Fair.

Thinking about how time flys.

Thinking how my grandson really tries.

 

It was just an any old kind of day.

The kind that comes and slips away.

The kind that fills up easy my life’s time.

The night brought any old kind of dark.

I felt the beating of my heart.

Seems to me that everything is fine.

 

Wondering about my old friends?

Hope their all doing fine?

Thinking how it all begins?

Then wondering about the end of the line.

Knowing there’s more to kill than time.

 

It was just an any old kind of day.

The kind that comes and slips away.

The kind that fills up easy my life’s time.

The night brought any old kind of dark.

I felt the beating of my heart.

Seems to me that everything is fine.

 

I heard what sounded like a chicken.

Coming from the field out in back.

Then I heard the clock a ticking.

Telling me it’s time to hit the rack.

Time enough for thinking in the sack.

 

It was just an any old kind of day.

The kind that comes and slips away.

The kind that fills up easy my life’s time.

The night brought any old kind of dark.

I felt the beating of my heart.

Seems to me that everything is fine.

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