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Hoarder Blues

Hoarder Blues

All these possessions stacked everywhere.

It is almost more than I can bare.

There is books, mail, magazines, & junk.

About ten times more than can fit in a trunk.

Just narrow pathways to walk around.

“This can’t be real”, I say with a frown.

“Is there no room out in back?”

I take a look, & almost fall flat.

The entire house is over flowing.

Even in front & back, it’s growing.

There are no chairs for visitors to sit.

They wouldn’t, if they had any wit.

There is a name for such a disease.

It’s called hoarding, if you please.

Usually such a person is in great denial.

I only say that with a covered smile.

It is a problem almost impossible to deal with.

People say “why put up with it?” You’re a twit.”

Pappy always told me; he never wrote.

“You can’t train a dog by killing the goat.”

Think on that as I move on.

Someday I wish it would all be gone.

But, things happen in their own time.

It’s God’s time, it’s not mine.

Other things are going good.

I have to treat her like I should.

The answer is somewhere down the line.

It is only a matter of ‘God’s’ time.

——————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Gold Digging Bitch

Gold Digging Bitch

Walking on the wharf, I spotted her.

She was reaching for what wasn’t hers.

She was headed for pier thirty four.

There was the yacht, tied up as before.

She went on board & then below deck.

The yacht wasn’t hers but, what the heck.

She was looking for the yacht’s owner.

She wanted to know why he hadn’t phoned her.

She was just a gold digger at best.

She was no better than all of the rest.

The man was married with children.

It didn’t matter since she would kill him.

She would over dose him on heroin.

She didn’t want to take care of him.

She would dump the body way out at sea.

Then she would say “He meant nothing to me.”

I had a feeling she was up to no good.

I followed her, just like I should.

I had dealt with her kind before.

I knew it before she went in the door.

I over powered her as he lie dying.

Turned her into police. She didn’t try lying.

Now she is serving time for her crime.

His family, without him, spends much time crying.

I shake my head at what she has done.

I’m just so glad I wasn’t the one. ————–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Sweet Baby Becomes a PITA*

Sweet Baby Becomes A PITA*

My son’s girlfriend is a lot of fun.

He says she is a PITA* in most she’s done.

I would ask him what he meant?

He said it might be her way to vent.

She does stuff. Almost like practical jokes.

She fibs about it then laughs and gloats.

I thought he was exaggerating some.

Till I got caught up in some of her fun.

She got me to try ghost pepper ice cream.

Just a taste and I darn near screamed.

It was hotter than Billy be damned.

I coughed, choked, & my head swam.

It took an hour to stop the burning.

My eyes were watering. I was really hurting.

“See a PITA*. Now you will believe me.”

Said my son. Yes,—- now I see.

She is no longer a sweet baby.

She is a PITA* & I don’t mean maybe.

She fussed about it all day.

Insisted we look at it her way.

But, my mouth hurt too bad to fall into her trap.

She is a PITA*, not a sweet baby & that’s that.

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

*PITA is: Pain in the ass.

It Is Only Me

It Is Only Me

If you ever wondered who it could be?

More than likely, it is me.

I don’t try to be more than I can be.

I am satisfied to just be me.

I may seem different at times, you see.

The reality is it’s only me.

There are many sides of me to see.

But, in the end, they all are me.

It is me

and only me.

I am all that

I want to be.

I may not be

the one you

want me to be.

I can only say

sorry, you see.

Cause in the end

it’s still only me.

I like to think that I am free.

Just as free as I can be.

Yet, what others do influences me.

So I guess I’m not really free.

Still, I am all I want to be.

You may or may not learn from me.

That is all o.k. with me.

I don’t claim to be a learing tree.

A tree to hang your troubles on.

Or, provide shade until you’re gone.

All I claim is I am me.

I am all I want to be.

It is me

and only me.

I am all that

I want to be.

I can only say

sorry, you see.

Cause in the end

it’s still only me.———————-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Earthquake Calamity

Earthquake Calamity

On August 24, 2014 at 0320 I thought I was dead.

I woke up with a freight train running through my head.

The whole place was shaking, things falling everywhere.

“EARTHQUAKE” my wife yelled. I knew she was there.

It was darker than the pit of hell. The power was off.

Dust was in the air.—– I began to cough.

Finally, my wife found the flashlight she keeps by the bed.

There was a big cloud of dust over our head.

The shaking had stopped by now.

We started looking around. “Holy cow!!”

Things had fallen everywhere up to the level of the bed.

I started getting a real bad headache in my head.

The other flashlight was by the front door.

I had to climb over mounds of broken gore.

I barely could squeeze out the bedroom door.

My shoes were in the hall with half the house on the floor.

I didn’t have pants but, I had shoes.

I climbed on, trying not to be verbally rude.

I finally reached the front door.

The flashlight wasn’t there anymore.

The door would only open a couple inches.

I was searching for the flashlight without britches.

Then I heard someone just outside.

It was my daughter checking if we survived.

I said we were o.k. but, I couldn’t open the door.

She said o.k. She knew the score.

She was going back home. She will be back later.

“Thanks, bye.” Then I found the light, I fear.

What a mess!! Where to start?

It was enough to break our hearts.

I started at the door to clean it all up.

30 days later we are still cleaning up.

All I have to say is: “EARTHQUAKES SUCK!!!”

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

The Insanity Of Man

The Insanity Of Man

The desolation was unbelievable.

To look at a city hit by a nuclear bomb.

Anything left standing was inconceivable.

Total annihilation before the calm.

Anything of value was unretrievable.

A coating of gray covered it all.

Death in the ultimate sense.

One of the most horrible things I saw

were human bones tangled in a fence.

Nothing moved. The dust slightly stirred.

Tossed about by the dry endless wind.

Then I swore there was moaning I heard.

Cries of the dead from this unspeakable sin.

Time has passed but, almost no change here.

A scar on the earth, a reminder for man.

This is something to always fear.

Never do this again to the land.

How did it ever happen before?

How could one country think that way?

Did they run in when Satan opened the door?

There is no justification that they could say.

Man is a slow learner in the school of hard knocks.

History should teach him to change his ways.

Instead they try to bluff, bully, and out fox

their so called ‘enemy’ in every way.

I don’t want to see the day when it happens again.

Next time on a world wide scale, I say.

That will be the end of man’s peaceful pretend.

Man will be a figment of the imagination

to those who look upon the ruined earth.

They will wonder with fascination.

If a race does this what were they really worth?

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

Rainy Day Thoughts

Rainy Day Thoughts

It is raining all around.

It really makes a pretty sound.

It hasn’t rained in a long time.

3 years of drought isn’t kind.

Things have gotten pretty dry.

Forrest fires have gone awry.

I decided to take a walk.

A walk in the rain. Time for thought.

There must be something we can do.

As a human race to defeat the flu.

Ebola is spreading by leaps and bounds.

No solution seems to be found.

Crime and violence is on the raise.

Financial institutions surmise

that a financial crash may happen.

What will that do to our faction?

Things will go to hell in a hand basket.

Robbery will become a daily habit.

Enough about depressing thoughts.

I look at the present I had bought.

A surprise for my wife’s soon birthday.

She celebrates it more than Earth Day.

We have a lot of happy things planned.

Yes, troubling things are at hand.

But, with the ones we love near,

one thing stands out very clear.

Praise the Lord for the rain for the parched land.

And praise the Lord for the loved ones at hand.

They can make a depressing day happy.

I love it when my kids call me Pappy.

———————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Cat In The House

Cat In The House

What’s a house without a cat?

Having a cat is where it’s at.

Despite the scratches & shedding.

A cat is better than a wedding.

A cat will sleep most of the day.

Very seldom does he play.

Just eats, pees, poops & sleeps.

He knows he is here for keeps.

He has gained weight like crazy.

Due to being ‘fixed’, maybe.

His claws can rip your skin.

Depending on what mood he’s in.

Sometimes he can even bite.

If he is looking for a fight.

He is finicky & picky with his food.

He will only eat when in the mood.

That mood is frequent for him.

That accounts for the shape he’s in.

I guess this all sounds pretty lame.

Having a cat is not a game.

Despite all that’s mentioned above.

He will fill your house with love.

So, if you do not have a cat.

Get one, because a cat is where it’s at.——-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

A Lifetime Of Love

A Lifetime Of Love

People said it was just a summer romance.

Now, in our winter years, there is no chance.

They were wrong about me and you.

A million to one. We made it through.

Only problem is:

None of them still lives.

Yes, we are still together.

Still in love and will be forever.

You complete me in every way.

Just as I complete your day.

You’re there in the mornings when I awake.

You’re there in the evenings with what it takes.

What it takes to make me whole.

You enrich my very soul.

Without you I can’t exist.

Without me, others are like a mist.

Not substantial enough for you.

I need you, you need me too.

It wasn’t all rainbows and lollypops.

Hopping & bopping at the high school hops.

Real life with one another wasn’t easy.

Our ups and downs were never sleazy.

They, none the less, were .bumps in the road.

On our walk to winter with each other to hold.

We are strong when we have each other.

We have been a wife a husband a father & a mother.

Yet, we overcame. We are unstoppable together.

We made it through, despite the weather.

Our love has grown during this trying time.

It is stronger now that you are still mine.

As we face a future beyond the winter of our lives.

We will overcome, because, together we are wise.

Together we will see it through.

This is my promise to you.———————-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)