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The IRS Blues

The IRS Blues

I got the blues.

Those government taxes blues.

Those back stabbing, wage nabbing blues.

You can never win, but you can lose, blues.

Dig deep into your pockets & cough it up.

Drop your donations into the IRS cup.

Uncle Sam needs a new pair of shoes.

I got the big time tax paying blues.

There is little left for the little guy.

The irony of it is kind of wry.

The American Dream is gonna die.

If you don’t pay you’re gonna fry.

Where’s the answer to this mess.

There is no answer would be my guess,.

You can only pay more, never less.

The whole system sucks, I confess.

If I never paid a dime

then I would have the time

to live the good life.

I would have the money for

all the things I have wished for

without the IRS strife.

I have been on the soapbox.

I have checked my vote box.

I have yelled and screamed.

I have really caused a scene.

Yet, I MUST pay before I play.

That is your tax laws today.

There has got to be a better way.

There is nothing else I have to say.———R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Another Of Life’s Mysteries

Another Of Life’s Mysteries

I was reading “Peanuts” the other day.

It wasn’t going Charlie Brown’s way.

He really liked the little red haired girl.

When she was around it gave him a thrill.

But, like most boys his age, he was shy.

He couldn’t speak up before the other guy.

I realized just how true this cartoon was.

I was afraid to talk till I outgrew the fuzz.

Call it lack of self confidence, or even shy.

I could never be—– ‘the other guy.’

The one who is popular with the girls.

The one who gives them all the thrills.

Not that I didn’t want to be the best.

Be proud and stick out my chest.

Having a girl, one on each arm.

Hugging on me with all their charm.

But, I was the Charlie Brown type.

Never could come up with the hype.

As an adult I outgrew the shyness.

Was able to go out and try this.

I pulled it together enough in life

to finally be able to get a wife.

Now, in my older years I find,

I, quite often, speak my mind.

I don’t give a hoot what others think.

I blurt out garbage like the disposal in the sink.

Seems like life has passed the buck.

At first I couldn’t talk, now I can’t shut up.

There is a lesson somewhere in this.

It is NOT a punch in the face from a fist.

While I am trying to figure it out.

You can decide what it’s all about.————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Attitude Adjustment Needed

Attitude Adjustment Needed

I’ve never met anyone like you.

You stand out by the things you do.

Your personality would turn off rain.

Seems all you do is want to cause pain.

You must have been burned bad.

This is your defense. It’s very sad.

No one gets close to you.

Even friends don’t have a clue.

You never give anyone a chance.

First they must do the dance.

Jump the hoops you put them through.

In the end they end up a fool.

I’ve never met anyone like you.

You’re behavior, I can’t get used to.

You are the most difficult person ever.

Yet you think you are really clever.

Voted in school most likely to be killed.

That should let you know to chill.

Why so afraid to be a nice person?

All you do is leave people cursing.

You’re doomed to be a loner all your life.

Then you complain about all the strife.

I’ve never met anyone like you.

There is only one thing that will do.

You need an extreme attitude adjustment.

The butt kicking you need won’t be pleasant.

But, hopefully, it will wake you up.

Otherwise, you’ll remain in this rut.

No hope of ever finding reciprocal love.

Except for the love that comes from above.

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

Thinking Back

Thinking Back

Ain’t it funny how time slips away.

Before you know it you’re old and gray.

Sliding into the winter of your life.

You hurt in the places where you used to play.

But, your heart’s still in it all the way.

You’ve planned for this time with your wife.

When you were young did you used to say, “When I’m a man will I like the things I do today?”

When all grown up did you stay the same?

I still like to go out of my way to play.

But, some things changed from day to day.

Then there are others that still remain.

No longer a child. Children came my way.

Children get older. They are adults today.

Remember, were getting older too.

Now they can remember how they used to play.

They can say: “It’s still in the same old way.”

It’s not the same as when they were in school.

They may view things in a different way. “I am just older’ is what they say.

I may be older but, not dead yet.

I remember it all like the other day.

They say one thing, I say “No way!!.”

They say “Would you like to make a bet?”

Never bet against what old guy’s say.

They were not born yesterday.

They know what happened & what did not.

They have a right to what they say.

It comes from experience during their day.

They have fought for everything they’ve got.

I seem to have gotten a little astray.

But, I do have one thing left to say.

It’s for my wife, who was there too.

If I had to travel along this road till today.

It was sure nice having you with me all the way.

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

Only One Way

Only One Way

What’s the proper thing to say

when a friend or relative hurts you?

Speaking verbally, it’s not okay.

The pain still hurts through & through.

It hurts because you love them so.

You really don’t want to let them go.

Saying something hurtful to get back

is a defense mechanism. It’s a fact.

To remedy the situation takes strength.

Regardless of what you think.

Swallow your pride for a start.

It is better than being apart.

Apologize, though your heart says no.

There is nowhere else you can go.

You don’t feel you are to blame.

Yet, it is driving you insane.

Words hurt when aimed at you

from a loved one that you knew.

Erase the past and start anew.

It is best for both of you.

Turn it all over to God.

Let Him be the judge. It’s not odd.

He is MUCH wiser than us.

He will leave little to discuss.

He functions on love, so get on board.

Then all will vanish, except for the Lord.—–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Insight Needed Badly

Insight Needed Badly

Looking into the maelstrom, trying to get a view.

Trying to, somehow, better understand you.

It’s like riding a mechanical bull.

The ups and downs take its toll.

It’s true. A woman thinks different than a man.

But, this much difference, I can’t understand.

The contrast is wide and somewhat twisted.

The real cause of her death is often not listed.

Not that it would come to that.

But, radical reactions is where it is at.

I make all effort to stay under control.

Life around you is never at a lull.

I can say something is black.

You will say it is white, then attack.

What is a no no for others is o.k. for you.

This keeps everybody in a stew.

You project onto others all that is wrong.

Never seeing it was you all along.

What a twisted tale we tell.

When we lie to ourselves like hell.

How long till you see that it is true?

You can never run away from you.

I am bailing. It is too much for me.

Let someone else give it a try and see.

Until you finally come to your senses,

your life will always be blocked by fences.

Fences you’ve created in your own mind.

A spinster life for you would be kind.——–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Soapbox Poet Gives Thanks

Soapbox poet gives thanks

Writing poems all the time like I do.

I thought I would write this poem for you.

So reader of this poem, enjoy it much.

It won’t be about violence or lust.

It won’t be about how people betray.

Or about how players play.

It won’t have a sad and tearful ending.

No, not this poem I am sending.

It won’t have fantasy or magic in it.

It won’t be comical. Don’t have a fit.

It won’t be about nature, which I really love.

It won’t be a message from God above.

I know you often like many of these.

But, this poem is special from me.

Why? Because I am writing it for you.

It is what I want to do.

I can’t rhyme orange, purple, or silver either.

But, they are colors true to the believer.

So I will leave them alone.

They have a place all on their own.

This poem is about my gratitude.

That, in your busy life you would include

a little time to read my poems.

You read them without me paying you coins.

You often have kind things to say.

This will often make my day.

This poem isn’t much except a way to say thanks.

I appreciate the responses without any pranks.

It makes my efforts worth it all.

So, thank you now, one and all.—————-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Thinking Of Us Again

Thinking Of Us Again

Lately I’ve been thinking about my life’s time.

All the things we’ve shared since you were mine.

The children that we’ve raised.

The many games we’ve played.

The ups & downs, the all around.

The things that make up life abounds.

I have to say all and all

it’s been a good life overall.

I thank God for treating us so kind.

Just the other day, when a grandchild was here .

The way you laughed & played with her brought tears.

It brought back memories from the past.

The kind of memories that will always last.

Just one more reason I love you so much, dear.

I always cherish the moments that your near.

Things are slowing down some now.

Still, the spark of love burns somehow.

I thank God for giving us this time.

Overall we’ve done our best.

We’re at ease with all the rest.

It’s as much fun now as it was back then.

I’m sure we’d make the same choices again.

The little things add up.

When you fill my coffee cup.

You always say to my health.

I ask “What about the wealth?”

I thank God when you say I’m your gold mine.

As I think of it all.

There is no other call.

I couldn’t have done better if I tried.

Especially with you right by my side.

Through the thick and thin.

I knew we would always win.

Having you is my greatest prize.

Loving you means never telling lies.

I thank God for being there all the time.—–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Another Mystery Of Life

Another Mystery Of Life?

There’s something going on. Can’t you see.

It’s right behind most every tree.

Watch out!! It might be hallowed ground.

Yet, there’s a secret to be found.

An apple hanging from a tree

eventually leads to an equation, you see.

What goes up will come down.

Keep a watch out all around.

Gather your facts & put them is order.

Maybe it will be worth a quarter.

Open your mind & see the light.

You may behold an eerie sight.

Then again, you may find out

exactly what it is all about.

The answer is there disguised as another.

I am not talking about a brother.

Just disguised as something else.

Not really seen but, always felt.

It has no color. It has no smell.

You weren’t aware until it fell.

Does it have weight? I’m not sure.

I doubt if that would be the cure.

Without it things would really change.

Our lives would never be the same.

Just another mystery of life.

Have you got the answer or have you got strife?

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

Ode To Prostate Biopsies

Any day that starts with an enema can’t be good.

I took my antibiotic and did my enema, like I should.

Then, Had my daughter accompany me to the Dr.

A Urologist , who would complete the shocker.

A Prostate Biopsy to make sure all is right.

It could cause nightmares during the night.

The whole procedure only took about 10 minutes.

But, it seemed a whole lot longer, once you’re in it.

“Lie on your left side with knees bent.”

“First a digital exam.” In the Doc’s finger went.

Talk about a ‘goose’. Quite a jolt it sent.

Then the camera went where no man has gone.

It had a BIG end and was mighty long.

Smarted quite a bit going past the sphincter

Once in it was tolerable. I hoped he didn’t tinker.

“Next,” he said, “a shot of Lidocaine to numb it”

I didn’t feel a thing. I hoped he didn’t shun it.

He took some quick ultra sound pictures.

“Your prostate is enlarged.”— No shit sir!!

“Now, we’ll take some samples . 12 in all.”

“What!! 12!!”—- I felt like climbing the wall.

There was a loud click as the needle jabbed in.

I tried to count, but the Doc was talking then.

They were painful but, tolerable until # 9.

I gave a jerk like I’d lost my mind. Did that one hurt?” , the Doc asked .

“It smarted pretty good,” I gasped.

“Hold on. Only 3 more to go,” he said.

I thought he was out of his head.

The next 3 hurt somewhat less.

I had made it through.—- What a test!

I was told I could have blood in urine & stool

from 1-2 weeks. Now, that’s not very cool.

Fortunately, it stopped in a day, or two.

The results of the biopsy would take a week or 2.

So, be forewarned if this ever happens to you.

Just relax. It’s all over in 10 minutes. Don’t be blue.

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