Life Lessons – Page 49 – Word Smith Wisdom

The Odd Couple

The Odd Couple

Well, there you go again. Saying I’m a looser.

Just because I don’t want to do it your way.

All you need to know is that I’m not a snoozer.

I won’t miss the opportunity to play.

We go round and round about the same thing.

Why must it always be your way?

We need to look at what we both bring.

We both need to have our say.

Rulers only listen when they are losing.

Otherwise, they always get their way.

Lovers will still love if they are losing.

But, they are better if they have their say.

The day will start out fine with plans you made.

But, let me change just one little thing.

All of a sudden, you’re done with the charade.

Lightning strikes again into our fling.

You will not see any view but your own.

Rational arguments is like spitting into the wind.

They come back twisted & hurt to the bone.

This is definitely coming to a rapid end..

Rulers only listen when they are losing.

Otherwise, they always get their way.

Lovers will still love if they are losing.

But, they are better if they have their say.

After a month or two of not seeing you.

You still will not discuss the problem.

You must think no one can see through you.

But, this does not bring a solution.

After all is said and done, it’s sad.

The good times were some of the very best.

But, they don’t outweigh the bad.

Even so, I don’t think of you any less.

Rulers only listen when they are losing.

Otherwise, they always get their way.

Lovers will still love if they are losing.

But, they are better if they have their say.

—————————————————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)

Self Mutilation

She was burning herself.

And her hair was filled with ashes.

She was burning herself.

Using a cigarette instead of matches.

What could make a person go that far?

To bring pain upon herself.

Not to mention it left a scar.

Was she punishing herself?

See the shiny blade cut into her arm.

Watch the blood flow freely.

Seems all she does is harm.

She was never greedy.

She had enough to be content.

Her life seemed to be going fine.

There was nothing to resent.

That’s what made it such a crime.

What would make one do it?

The pain of the knife cutting flesh.

Was she driven by demons to do it?

Was her desire for attention at its best?

I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know.

HER PASSION IS HER PAIN!!

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

A New Outlook On Life

I saw the beginning of the rain.

Rivulets of rain running down my window pane.

Nothing is worse than this pain in my heart.

Ever since we have been apart.

My precious love has gone from me.

Left me here in misery.

Guess I will close the door to my heart.

Keep it all inside me, in the dark.

I cannot be hurt like this again.

The suffering is too great to even begin.

All alone with no one to see

just how miserable can I be?

But wait, here’s a shoulder to lay my head.

Gently holding me as I lay here on the bed.

You have always been there through good and bad.

To give me hope when I am sad.

You never anger. You’re just supporting.

No matter who it is I’m courting.

Why? Why would you treat me this way?

Then it hit me. “You love me, “ was all I could say.

As I lay there and thought it through,

you are the only one for me too.

“I think I love you,” I said with affirmation.

His smile was my conformation.

From then on it was Jesus and I.

There may be others by and by.

But, always with Jesus in our mist.

There is no greater thing than this.

You and me and Jesus makes three.

Now that’s what I call a real family.

Why not come along for the ride.

Start walking with Jesus by your side.

With Jesus added to the equation,

your life is in for a new sensation.

On top of the world looking down on creation.

Just you, Jesus, and your friends and relations.

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

Self Meditation

Self Meditation

I had a little quiet time to myself.

I began thinking I need some help.

I am nearing the winter of my life.

I’ve seen the danger and the strife.

Life was always better in ‘the old days.’

It’s impossible to keep up with “the new ways.’

The important things now are family & friends.

I hope this list gets longer & never ends.

Everyone needs something to give their life meaning.

Be it religion, a job, a hobby , or just a feeling.

By feeling, I mean a strong desire to love others.

Not in a physical way. More like an agape mother.

Love thy neighbor as thy self type of love.

This desire must come from God above.

People need people. They need God too.

All are brothers and sisters under God’s rule.

I am but a sinner. I feel like chief of them all.

I don’t think I’m one to spread the beckoned call.

But, I can’t keep quiet about changes going on in me.

It’s a strange feeling to have but, it can set you free.

So, as I sit here , deep in meditation.

Some people may say I need some medication.

But, whatever the case may be.

There are changes going on in me.

I haven’t reached my final destination yet.

I have a long way to go. On this you can bet.

But, I prefer a more sure thing.

In the Bible, I can hear the truth ring.

It is calling me loud and clear.

So, I guess I will proceed without any fear.

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

Various Poems

The Crow

Crows are black, as we all know.

But, that doesn’t make them evil though.

Crows usually fly in flocks and squawk.

They make a lot of noise on my block.

But, sometimes, one crow will be near.

However, there is no need to fear.

If you go out he may fly away.

Then he is back the very next day.

When he squawks answer him.

Most likely he will squawk again.

His head will swivel back & forth.

Looking around for you, of course.

Crows could be a good omen.

You turn away and go back in.

Crows are only birds,—-right?

To answer that may take all night.

Some say yes. Others say no.

I guess you’ll have to ask the crow.———–R. W. Johnson—–(2006)

The Secret

Way down deep in the recesses of your heart.

There is locked away a secret.

Deep within your heart.

Something cries to be released.

Within your heart.

Something causes you pain.

In your heart.

It wants to be released.

Aching heart.

It gives you pain.

It is time.

Time.

For the secret

To be revealed.————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2006)

Forbidden Fruit

You say you’re worried about a civil suit?

After tasting some forbidden fruit.

I might think that a little odd.

But, not after you tasted it on the job.

What’s the matter? Have you lost your mind?

You just might end up doing jail time.

If you’re not tasting with whom you are wed,

you are thinking with the wrong head.

The end result——–You lost your job.

You can plead your case to God.

But, lust is a sin in His book too.

I’d hang it up if I were you.———————R. W. Johnson—–(2005)

Stuck In The Middle With Two

Stuck In The Middle With Two

I was feeling really down in the dumps.

Girlfriend problems is giving me thumps.

Is it on or is it off? No answer coming .

It is enough to start me running.

Then, quite by accident, it happened.

I met the one who has the caption:

‘Forbidden fruit’, because she’s married.

We clicked and my heart, she carried.

She took it away and eased my anxiety.

Now, how can I face society.

I’m damned if I do .

I’m damned if I don’t.

Maybe I will.

Maybe I won’t.

Stuck between a rock and a hard place.

I should keep my distance and play it safe.

I’m damned if I do.

I’m damned if I don’t.

Maybe I will.

Maybe I won’t.

My girlfriend has let me know it is still on.

What a mess. Don’t know if I can go on.

Torn between two lovers. Feeling like a fool.

Loving them both and not knowing what to do.

One is young but, with great social skills.

The married one is mature & knows my will.

They both have their pluses and minuses.

I want both. I don’t know how kind that is.

This can only end up with someone getting hurt.

I would hate that, for what it is worth.

I’m damned if I do.

I’m damned if I don’t.

Maybe I will.

Maybe I won’t.

Stuck between a rock and a hard place.

I should keep my distance and play it safe.

I’m damned if I do.

I’m damned if I don’t.

Maybe I will.

Maybe I won’t.

The married one’s marriage is dead.

She wants a divorce before she loses her head.

For 4 years she has wanted a divorce.

Nothing yet shows she will take this course.

Friends say she is ‘forbidden fruit’, beware.

This may be true but, it’s hard to bare.

The girlfriend is busy with work .

Will soon be in school to . What a quirk.

She seems to have little time for me.

A commitment from her just cannot be.

I’m damned if I do.

I’m damned if I don’t.

Maybe I will.

Maybe I won’t.

Stuck in between a rock and a hard place.

I should keep my distance and play it safe.

I’m damned if I do.

I’m damned if I don’t.

Maybe I will.

Maybe I won’t.—————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

Eternal Peace When Needed

Eternal Peace When Needed

“What are you going to do?” he asked.

His charm had been slipping more lately.

He was a lizard beneath it. She gasped.

There was something wrong with him lately.

Something thin. An essential shallowness.

How had she not noticed it before?

When he touched her he was callus.

She grew cold to her very core.

She had to extract herself from this.

There was hatred deep in his breast.

She didn’t know how? It was a risk.

She had to be sure, not a guess.

At first he was charming, loving, & kind.

He left her in a dream state a lot.

Gradually, he changed she did find.

Slowly, more possessive he got.

He was like an animal when uncaged

You never knew what he would do.

She began to fear his potential rage.

He was similar to an animal in a zoo.

“I have a Dr’s appointment”, she said.

It was a lie to distract him for awhile.

She left, shaking inside, holding her head.

“See you later” he said with a smile.

This man was psychotic. She could feel it.

She had to do something or be killed.

she was cracking up with the fear of it.

Can’t it all go away if she willed?

She went to church and she prayed.

Poured out all her fears to the Lord.

“Help me Lord before I’m slayed

by this psychopath I abhor.”

An eternal peace came over her.

A voice said: “It’s been resolved my child.”

She left the church feeling sure.

All would be taken care of in awhile.

When she got home she turned on the TV.

The news said He had been arrested.

A serial killer of women was he.

He surrendered & never protested.

“Thank you.—- Thank you Lord!!”

She wept as she fell to her knees.

She couldn’t help but wonder,

what would he have done to me?

Without God’s help, a certain blunder,

it would have been for me to see.

———————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

The Path To Respect

The Path To Respect

I rolled into town late at night

after hitching a ride with a trucker.

I said thanks as he pulled out of site.

The diner was open. I’m in luck here.

I stuck my pack under the table.

I ordered coffee, strong, & a steak.

The waitress turned the TV on to cable.

She said ” I need it on to stay awake.”

“Not much business that I can see.”

She said ” It’s slow this late at night.”

I got up and went to pee.

I returned and tried my first bite.

“How is the steak?” she asked so sweet.

“Just like my mother used to make.”

She laughed & slid into the seat.

“What brings you here this late?”

“I hitched a ride with an 18 wheeler.

Back to my old stomping ground.”

“Are saying you’re from here in Cleaver?”

“It’s long ago since I was around.”

“Split in my teens in the dead of night.

Back then the world owed me a living.

I headed for those big city lights.

I starved. The world is unforgiving.”

“I finally landed a job as a busboy.

Minimum wage and a share of tips.

In time I moved up to waiter/busboy.

Then, my break came. I was up for it.”

“The fry cook died. I took his job.

More pay and better hours.

A place to live. That felt odd.

I had access to regular showers.”

“After a couple years, I moved on.

Picked up odd jobs here and there.

A few months & I would be gone.

I never stayed long anywhere.”

“I had my share of small town glories

Life was just a crazy carousel.

Sometimes I suffered more fleas

than I would really care to tell.”

“Lately, I been feeling sorry for myself.

I needed something to turn my life around.

Then, one day, It came to me and I felt

I had to come back to this town.”

“Back to where the whole thing started.

I needed a second start to do it right.

I have felt this is where my heart is.

To do it right, I’ll have to fight.”

“Fight for a respectable name in this town.

Fight to be a man people will respect.

I don’t want you to think I’m a clown.

But, I have a plan that I don’t regret.”

“What kind of a plan do you have in mind?”

“I met a rich friend in my travels.

I saved his life. But, that’s another time.

He had plans he started to unravel.”

“He wanted vineyards and a winery.

There is big money to be had in that.

But, he needed land, you see.

I inherited 100 acres. Right here, in fact.”

“He said this was ideal to grow grapes.

He would put up the money to plant.

I would share 50-50. Nothing to waste.

I owned the land on which he’d plant.”

The waitress said “Sounds super to me.

I own this diner & business has been slow.

I could use the extra business you see.

There’s a motel 2 blocks down for you to go.”

—– 0 —–

10 years later the wine business was booming.

They had acquired more land & planted.

Tourists came to buy & taste the wine for consuming.

“I married the waitress” he said, quite candid.

He was elected mayor in the local election.

He had respect & the family he wanted.

But, the greatest thing he confessed then.

He had found God & the peace he wanted.

————————————————-R. W. Johnson —–(2012)