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Back To Our Roots

Back To Our Roots

Word on the street is something is coming down.

There is something brewing this side of town.

Maybe it’s a rumble between rival gangs.

Maybe it is only Friday night football signs.

It all depends on where you are located.

In the slums, where trash is accumulated.

Or, in the suburbs, or maybe, a rural town.

Or, it might be someone clowning around?

Most likely, it is serious to those involved.

They will push it as far as they are allowed.

I turn on the TV and what do I see?

Occupy Wall Street going on near me.

Is this what the fuss is all about?

Have not’s wanting the haves to feel the clout.

Do they think the world owes them a living?

Or maybe, they like taking instead of giving?

Capitalism is the American way.

Socialism is not. What else can I say.

Maybe things have tipped too far

In favor of those with money and cars.

When people can’t make a living

they will blame those who are not giving.

If everybody was working today

they would have a means to say:

“I can work my way to the top.”

“I will no longer have to push a mop.”

But, no work means no way to improve.

Which leads to rally’s and a lousy mood.

Our country did fine for 200 years.

Now, hard times has everyone’s ears.

Is there any way out of this terrible mess

that greedy leaders have caused, I’d guess?

Somehow, we have to get back to our roots.

Back when our nation produced the fruits

of ambitious, hard working men.

Who put God first and fought to win

the right for all to have the choice

to go to the top and have a voice

in all that is decided to be done.

Always knowing we all are the ones

that make this country what it is .

The greatest country that there is.———–R. W. Johnson—–(2011)

The Falcon

The Falcon

The falcon flies

upward toward the sun.

The falcon dives

toward the rodent on the run.

His graceful wings

spread to reflect the sun.

The wind sings

as he swoops and dives for fun.

The falcon knows

as he’s soaring through the air.

Wherever he goes

he must avoid the snare.

To be free.

To fly on wings up high.

Able to see

forever in a cloudless sky.

This is all

a falcon lives to do.

Should he fall,

his earthly life is through.—————-R. W. Johnson—–(2002)

Summer, The First Time

Summer, The First Time

Remember the fun you had as a kid?

Building tree houses with a trap door lid?

Building forts and secret caves?

If in the country, those were the days.

We rode bikes everywhere we went.

There were no gangs. Threats weren’t sent.

We had fun exploring in the woods.

The dog was with us, like he should.

He kept us safe and we never got lost.

He would get us home at any cost.

We had our swimming hole in the creek.

Every summer that’s where we would meet.

We didn’t have phones to call home.

Our parents weren’t scared cause we were alone.

We would ride our bikes to meet one another.

Before we left we’d tell our mother.

We knew how to stay out of trouble.

There were mostly boys in our huddle.

We didn’t have computers or games.

We would read a book when it would rain.

No i-pods, cellular phones, or x-boxes.

Yet, we kept busy finding where our sock is.

We would make up games to play.

Or, just lie around in the sun all day.

When we got older we had a summer job.

All of us found work. It wasn’t odd.

There was still swimming after work.

On weekends we’d pull on our clean shirt.

Then off to church we would go.

It was the way things were, you know.

When old enough to finally drive.

To the A & W, we would arrive.

Checking out the cute little car hops.

Playing the music that wouldn’t stop.

Dating at the drive in with your favorite girl.

The entire time was such a thrill.

But, it’s all just memories now.

If I had the chance somehow.

I would go back and live it again.

It would be good to see old friends.

Now I look forward to heaven.

That time won’t end.. No home by eleven.

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

Ode To Joyce

Ode To Joyce

Well tell me now Joyce, for heaven’s sake,

how you’re always getting the breaks?

You must have been really smart in school.

You can do more than you think you can do.

All the years haven’t slowed you down.

You just keep on marching all around.

Your looks don’t show the passing of years.

There’s no reason ever to shed tears.

You may be in Kansas.—Far away.

This gives you more time to pray.

A lot is going on, besides the lies.

But, the parade is not passing you by.

You keep up on all that is happening.

yet, you still keep your family laughing.

Joyce, you’re a flower, ready to bloom.

When you walk in you light up the room.

Your husband is a lucky man indeed.

He got a flower garden with this little seed.

The perfect example of one who trusts God.

Turning all worries over to Him with a nod.

Living life to the fullest each day of your life.

Never looking back on the worry or strife.

You have memories, like we all do.

But, yours are as sweet as honey dew.

Those who are your friend are truly blessed.

Even acquaintances are touched like the rest.

Family members know the jewel that you are.

Even your BFF admires from afar.

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

The Computer Age

The Computer Age

You’ve heard it said many times before.

You’ve heard me scream it as you went out the door.

I’m a pre computer person in a post computer age.

I’ve read the book & don’t understand a single page.

When I was young we used a slide rule.

Hand calculators ‘not allowed’ was the rule.

Then, as a young adult, computers came along.

I ignored them and kept singing my song.

My son said. “Get a computer. What could go wrong?”

“Pop, you have to stop singing that song.”

After some time I gave into the pressure.

I got a computer and let it sit here.

My son came and hooked it up.

Learning the basics was really tough.

A mouse was what I set traps for.

A ‘floppy disk’ was a real horror!!

Words now seemed to mean a different thing.

learn a new language just to play with the thing.

To turn it off I have to press start.

If I pressed the delete button it could break my heart.

Very slowly, I learned most of the basic things.

It often caused nightmares in my dreams.

Cut and paste I could never get.

Kindergarten stuff, I couldn’t do on a bet.

Then came Outlook 6, 7, and 8.

I just didn’t have what it takes.

I was lost in a world of words and phrases.

The hell with this!! It can go to blazes!!

Then I was told to get a Galaxy S II phone.

I can get on the internet while gone or at home.

I can take pictures & put them on line.

Facebook would take up most of my time.

I can tweet and twitter galore.

I can text people. What is a phone for??

When I was young we used it to talk to each other.

That is all that was needed . So said my mother.

This electronic crap is driving me insane.

Pay bills on the computer. It seems so lame.

No wonder the mail service is dwindling away.

No time for mail while on the computer all day.

Get outdoors folks. Learn to have some outdoor fun.

Kids can’t ride a bike but, have calluses on their thumbs.

It’s a sign of the times you say to me.

I say get outside. Learn to be free.

I’m a pre computer person in a post computer age.

I have to use a computer some, despite the rage.

But, the pre computer life was way better for me.

At least, back then I actually felt free.

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

Poor Body Image Blues

Poor Body mage Blues

I’m a pot bellied native.

And I wear it with pride.

Some call me a sadist.

But, you know they lied.

I’ve tried about every diet

to try and lose the weight.

I need someone to buy it.

Maybe that’s all it’d take.

I have exercised to no end.

Just to lose a few pounds.

I have got to be able to bend.

to just a few more rounds.

I’ve cut out all the snacks

I taken the laxatives too.

Then people say it smacks

of anorexic ways to you.

Except, I’m a pot bellied native.

I am not a skinny skeleton.

I feel like I’m a weighted

down relic, —-son.

I could go on a hunger strike.

I would only drink water.

But, would I win the fight

of losing the weight like I otter?

I guess I need a new body image.

Or, others need one of me.

I MUST be slim like my linage

to be accepted, you see.—————–R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

Love And Devotion

Love And Devotion

I gave up all just to be with you.

I hoped that our love would be true.

Time will tell if I am right.

I pray I am with all my might.

There will come a day for reflections.

May they show not one rejection.

Let the pattern of our lives

be a perfect quilt with no lies.

May it show only love and devotion.

Much deeper than any ocean.

Let it be said we tried our best.

The love we display will do the rest.

There will be challenges to be sure.

May they all become only a blur

in our memory of our past.

Let us know we found a love that lasts.

As we grow old and set in our ways.

May we remember we never strayed.

But, found strength in each other’s arms.

Smothered in each other’s charms.

When we are both laid down to rest.

Keep this promise. It’s not a jest.

We will both step into tomorrow.

Where there is no pain or sorrow.

For, throughout our lives we have found

trust in God has kept us around.

We trusted in Him to guide our lives.

More than once He saved our hides.

He guarantees we have eternity.

The perfect place for us, you see.

For we had a lifetime being together.

So eternity will be easy to weather.———-R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

Mother Earth

On the darkest night or the brightest day.

She is always around to play.

Some act as they hate it with all their heart.

Others miss her when they are apart.

She sings us songs without words.

It’s the loveliest thing you ever heard.

It blends with the colors in her dress.

As she turns & twirls without any rest.

She is valued above any other like her.

All her children want to be like her.

She shines like a bright diamond.

Yet, covers herself in mystery blinded.

She was here through every age.

Each day she turns a new page.

She may cry and she may smile.

Sun shining bright all the while.

She gives life to everyone.

Yet, may turn sick without any sun.

She will fast & make herself well.

How long she can last, only time will tell.—R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

The Sounds Of Silence

The Sounds Of Silence

When a city goes under does this mean the end?

Is it happening now to the city you’re in?

In this day and age changes happen fast.

One day you’re on top. The next you’re under the grass.

What do you do when congress runs amuck?

It seems every problem is just too tough.

They can’t seem to agree on anything at all.

It’s enough to make a grown man bawl.

Makes you think of the song: “Tobacco Road”.

The way they resolved the heavy load.

Tear it down & start all over again.

Can we start over with this nation again?

Seems unlikely. A good start; bring God back.

Let them read the Bible. Cut them some slack.

Put prayer in schools and give children a choice.

When they grow up maybe they’ll have a voice.

Put the 10 commandments on the courthouse wall.

For all to see, & let it be a guide to one and all.

Teach creationism along with evolution.

Let people have a choice & come up with a solution.

Reestablish the U.S. Constitution & amendments.

When in full effect it’s hard to condemn it.

Strongly enforce freedom of religion.

Separate church and state. Make the decision.

Pray to God for guidance in all you do.

Do all to the glory of God. Don’t be a fool.

Try these things for a start.

Once under way don’t tear it apart.

It’s our only chance to delay the end because

if we don’t there will be trouble like there never was.

So fight for the right to stand up and be heard.

You’re very life may depend on every word.

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

A Radical Change

Exercise is a real gas.

Sweat like a pig to reduce your ass.

Some people call it pretty rash.

But, it really is a real blast.

To do it right you must eat right too.

Healthy food is good for you.

Not talking hay, like in a zoo.

Fresh food that has good flavor too.

Soon your body starts to get toned.

You have your muscles really honed.

When beach is mentioned, you no longer moan.

You say yes instantly by voice or phone.

You worked for this look. Now show it off.

Don’t even think about the cost.

You’re looking good. Now you’re the boss.

Be proud to tell of your weight loss.

Tell others it wasn’t so bad.

The end result has made you glad.

The lifestyle change is really rad.

Sugar sucks!! —-So don’t be sad.————-R. W. Johnson—–(2013)