Factual – Page 2 – Word Smith Wisdom

Missing Friends

I have people I know in other states.
To visit, maybe I should hop a freight.
Otherwise, it is doubtful I will see them.
Some are relatives, besides being friends.
The social network allows us to talk.
Without having to put myself in hock.
I know some who used to live here.
Till they got out of Dodge. That was clear.
It seems, for one reason or another.
We’re no longer living close to each other.
Well, isn’t that how they say it goes.
Some leave. Others come. Who knows?
Yet,. I miss those who are no longer near.
I think of them when I tip back a beer.
Because they are in there, just out of sight.
Memories of them remain through the night.
In the morning, I long for more.
Even if they are on a foreign shore.
So I scrimp and save and keep the dime.
Hoping that I will find the time.
To go and visit all of them.
And start the memories all over again.

——————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Who Wrote Those Fairy Tales?

Have you ever wondered where fairy tales came from?
What twisted mind would put a kid on a bun?
Why did the witch have a ginger bread house?
Then want to eat kids? Better to eat a mouse.
That’s just one fairy tale that is pretty gruesome.
Red Riding Hood trembled till the ax man grew some.
Her grandmother wasn’t so lucky.
The wolf should have been full. That’s no plucky.
You’ve heard the fairy tales same as me.
Most are as gruesome as can be.
Not recommended reading by today’s standards.
I wonder if, when written, they raised any banners?
Maybe there’s a certain amount of truth in every one.
If so, just take a look at where we’ve come from.
No wonder things are so gruesome today.
History repeats itself, or so they say.
There is some sick stuff mentioned in fairy tales.
Whoever recommended it for kids should be in jail.
That’s my 2 cents on fairy tales.
Now, back to my horror movie. The modern fairy tale.

————————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

That Morning Cup Of Coffee

A cup of coffee in the morning is great!!
I was half awake cause I stayed up late.
I poured the coffee and took a swig.
Burned my mouth doing that little gig.
Verbal vomit flew from my mouth.
Along with the coffee that I did spout.
Well,—- I am wide awake now!!
And mad enough to kick a cow.
As I nursed my swollen mouth,
I staggered over & sat on the couch.
Eventually, the coffee cooled down.
I started sipping it with a frown.
Why do we need this java every morning?
So we can burn ourselves without warning?
But, if careful, we can manage one cup.
To drag our tired ass out of the rut.
Coffee!! Nectar of the gods.
Bitter as hell, but against all odds,
It has become a popular drink.
Start your day feeling in the pink.
Is it the caffeine perking you up?
Is it the flavor, with creamer in your cup?
Whatever, it seems to be addictive.
Healthy effects are also predicted.
Despite the burned mouth, it is a plus.
The favorite drink for most of us.

——————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Always A Storm

Our love can no longer remain.
That is because you have broken the chain.
The chain of love that bound us together.
So strong, it would survive any weather.

I struggled to find the reason for this.
What caused our love to go amiss?
Since, I have been feeling so forlorn.
I have found I am always a storm.

Strong emotions of hurricane strength.
Always in a stir over whatever you think.
It would take a lot to settle me down.
I could only do it if you were around.

But, this was taking its toll on you.
It took all you had just to get through.
It all finally came to the breaking point.
Nothing helped, not even a joint.

The chain of love was finally broken.
I could use the pieces as a token.
All I can do now is to mourn.
And remember, I am always a storm.

——————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Love: The Only Answer

What will it take to turn the tide?
To put an end to this terrible ride.
Aside from taking one’s own life.
There must be a way to end the strife.
Some think politics is the answer.
Others think social change is a cancer.
The war to end all wars has been tried.
It ended in misery with loss of many lives.
Some think AI will be the cure.
With AI in control, there’s nothing to fear.
Science fiction writers see that differently.
Terminators put an end to things efficiently.
Stricter laws to control all you do.
You’ll need permission just to poo.
Are we on the verge of 1981?
Government approval to even have fun?
It seems the only answer is love.
Love that comes from the Father above.
Love one another and love each other.
Don’t forget to love your brother.
Love cannot be made in the lab.
Love can’t be sold, stolen, or nabbed.
Love comes from within the heart.
Love is forgiving right from the start.
Love is God, and God loves all.
Removal of love will be the fall.
A world without love cannot exist.
It would be hell, for those who resist.
Think about it and then turn to its author.
That would be God. Don’t be a mocker.

——————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

The Zoo

They say it’s all happening at the zoo.
I don’t believe it. I don’t believe it’s true.
I know the zoo is fun to see.
But, there is other places I’d rather be.
Especially since the monkey’s flung their poo.
The laughing hyena was laughing at you.
The tiger roared and charged the cage.
You bet your booties I was afraid.
The elephants are very smart.
But, have you ever smelled one fart?
The snakes hiss and have beady eyes.
The lions, they wear a thin disguise.
I took a look at the gnu.
For some reason, it reminded me of you.
The giraffes are nice. They make no noise.
The gorillas would break me up like toys.
All the birds are pretty colored.
They stink like bird poop, I uttered.
The stupid seal got me wet.
People laughed. I wanted to forget.
This place is freaking me out.
Maybe the animals know what it’s about.
As for me, let me out of here.
I would rather be home sipping a beer.

————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Make Time For This

Hard to find free time in the everyday life.
It is filled with so much hassle and strife.
Running here, rushing there, no time to spare.
Something is going on everywhere.
Time to kick back and smell the roses.
The answer is right under our noses.
Set priorities. Make a list.
The most important you can’t miss.
The others go on a back burner.
Make time for you. Be a learner.
Take up a hobby. Work the ‘honey do’ list.
You’re on vacation. It beats being pissed.
It could be a couple hours a day.
Save a little time to play.
Just relax and unwind.
Time to enjoy a little free time.
The benefits you reap will be a lot.
Lower your stress, b/p, and tension knot.
It will overall help your health.
Add diet and exercise for little wealth.
In the end, you will be glad you did.
Maybe then, you won’t flip your lid.

———————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Funny How Time Slips Away

I had a surprise the other day.
I went to lunch in the usual way.
There I met an old high school friend.
I never expected to see her again.
The high school years were long ago.
Far from here now, don’t you know.
She was happy, almost in tears.
Because she hadn’t seen me in years.
We were close. She dated a friend of mine.
I thought they would get married, in time.
She said she had been married for years.
To another though, she added with fear.
She said her husband recently died.
She was on vacation to forget, she lied.
She was with a female friend.
She needed a change. Why pretend.
We had a long talk about the good old days.
We laughed, and joked about our silly ways.
After awhile, it was time to go.
I said now I would miss her so.
She said it was good we met anyway.
Isn’t it funny how time slips away.

——————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

A Draw Like Greased Lightening

It’s a sight that’s unbelievable to some.
But, the man is really fast with a gun.
Throw a coin into the air.
He would draw and shoot it there.
Blow a hole right through its center.
Then holster without a glimmer.
Even three coins before they fell.
This guy is fast and accurate as hell.
He could split a playing card edgewise.
That should really be no surprise.
He could draw, fire, and holster so fast,
you cannot see it. It is a real blast.
He can shoot riding, running, lying down.
He is the greatest shot ever found.
You might catch a film of him on U-Tube.
You will think ‘How can anyone beat this dude?’
A lifetime of practice made him this good.
He uses his talent properly like he should.
No one can put him to the test.
He would be the best in the old West.

————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Just Wasting Time

Sitting here thinking how time flies by.
When I was young time didn’t fly.
But now, before I know it.
The day is gone. I couldn’t slow it.
If I could write my life in rhyme.
It would probably be a real crime.
I would dwell on the good times.
Pass over the bad. It doesn’t rhyme.
Most anyone would do the same.
To dwell on bad is really lame.
For most, the past is always better.
But, if you really stick to the letter.
Life is good at any time.
It can also be bad. A real crime.
Pretty much it is what you make it.
If your negative, you can’t fake it.
If your positive things are better.
You don’t have to be a go getter.
Just be you. Your one of a kind.
On with my dreaming, if you don’t mind.

—————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)