Life Lessons – Page 55 – Word Smith Wisdom

Scheming Ways

Scheming Ways

Every evening you come around with your cloak of lies.

Half-believing, I sit & listen as you offer up the prize.

Give up the act, my friend, I don’t think you’re worthy.

There is no way you can be an angel of mercy.

Imitations of the good life were your stock and trade.

Poor imitations, you run for cover as they start to fade.

You play the game well. You’ve got the knack.

With your hand in the till and a knife in my back.

You’re a space invader of my privacy.

A tricky trader in webs of fantasy.

Sorry, the bank is closed today.

Find another way to earn your pay.

You can never be an angel of mercy.

Your more like a robber, so curse thee.

You steal not only financial gain.

You steal hopes & dreams, only sorrow remains.

My door is closed to your scheming ways.

With you out of my life there will be better days.

You do not seem to see what you have done.

Some day you’ll wonder. Was I 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.

More Than Good Looks

More Than Good Looks

I remember the night clear as a bell.

The night we first got cozy enough to,— well—-.

The moment I removed my shirt for more.

Your smile fell straight to the floor.

Haven’t you seen a man like me before?

I didn’t mean to shock you to your core.

My body is covered with ugly scars.

More of them than there are stars.

I was tortured. That was my fate.

I was an undercover agent, mate.

No, despite it all, I didn’t talk.

So, in the end, they let me walk.

Thank God, they didn’t touch my private parts.

Or else I might have sang like a lark.

Why I was released, I have no idea.

They just turned me loose & said, “I’ll see ya.”

But, they won’t ever see me once more.

I quit the service as soon as I walked in the door.

I was hospitalized for weeks & nearly died.

They couldn’t tell if I was dead or alive.

Somehow I managed to pull through.

It was enough for me. I ain’t no fool.

It took you some time to get over the shock.

Other girls couldn’t and left me to rot.

Later, you accepted me for who I am.

I am more than good looks. I am a man.——R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

A Soul Sickened Beyond Saving?

A Soul Sickened Beyond Saving?

Oh, the sweet addiction

of forbidden fruit.

Oh, the strange affliction

that has taken root.

It is worse than the cancer.

The cancer of the soul.

The curse of the necromancer.

There is nowhere he can go.

The one who is afflicted

with desire for forbidden fruit.

Is someone who is addicted

to the desires of his root.

Be they young

or possibly married.

They are among

the ones he carried.

Carried off to a place in hell

A place no one should be.

There, his mind does dwell.

There is much for him to see.

He does things that are twisted.

That no human should desire.

In the ‘book’ he is listed

as maybe first into the fire.

There is no help for one so sick.

So demented in his head.

Everything he thinks is twisted.

Better he wasn’t born instead.

If you know of one such as he.

Avoid him at all cost.

If not, you will never be free.

A living nightmare you have wrought——-R. W. Johnson—–(2014).

Tested

Tested

Night rolls in.

Gone is the wind.

Fireflies dancing in our eyes.

A night bird singing as he flies.

Our thoughts turn to long ago.

A footprint lost in the snow.

Where we went in the winter.

The cabin where you got the splinter.

The time we had snuggling together.

We didn’t worry about the weather.

Snowed in for at least a week.

We had enough food to eat.

The seeds that we did sow.

We are still watching them grow.

The flickering firelight.

As we sat snuggled together tight.

The world in all its marvelous ways

has not erased those seven days.

The night rolls in.

Gone is the wind.

Fireflies dancing in our eyes.

Being together has been our lives.

Neither of us has any regrets.

Were still together, we’ve passed the test.

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

Love Is A Scam?

Love Is A Scam?

Long ago there was a man

who thought love was just a scam.

Who needs love to survive?

I don’t need love to chuck & jive.

I can go and do it all.

Love will only make me fall.

His beliefs became so extreme.

He didn’t care about anything.

He didn’t care if babies died.

His mother died & he didn’t cry.

People asked him what was wrong?

He said love’s a scam. It won’t take long

for all the emotions to come on strong.

Just ignore all of loves mistakes.

Don’t get sucked in is all it takes.

People dying is part of life.

Never let it bring you strife.

So your ‘lover’ breaks up with you.

There is nothing he can do.

If you’re not sucked into the scam.

You can walk away like a man.

Love triggers many accompanying feelings.

Often these can leave you reeling.

Live a life almost stress free.

If you’ll only do like me.

Then, one day, he was hit by a car.

It was life or death with a lot of scars.

He started feeling really scared.

Should he voice it, if he dared.

Then he told a really understanding nurse.

She gave him comfort. She didn’t curse.

She read the Bible to him when she had time.

After a few verses he saw his crime.

God was love, as pure as it can be.

It was no scam, he could now see.

If you love another it’s just like God.

Spreading love around is in no way odd.

He left the hospital a different man.

He said I will do all I can

to spread love to all in every way.

He is still doing that today.

He is the pastor of our local church.

He loves all who come to church.

He would never turn anyone away.

He says love is the only way.——————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

What To Do?

What To Do?

Do you say to yourself each day.

I’m going out to save the world today.

Probably not, if you’re like most folks.

Easier to stay home herding goats.

But, think awhile about what I’ve said.

No problem. You can do it in bed.

Is there something you can do

to make the world better for me & you?

Maybe it’s a letter to the editor.

Maybe it’s helping the sick feel better.

Maybe it’s a missionary project to do.

There has to be something that comes from you.

If you’re lucky, a Wal Mart greeter.

Or, maybe just be a little sweeter.

Not to just the ones you know & love.

To anybody not mentioned above.

Just a smile will go a long way

to help someone have a better day.

There is a lot of other things you can do.

I should not have to name them all for you.

Work on it in your spare time.

You don’t have to spend a dime.

If you need examples, read the Bible.

Read about Christ’s life. He is liable

to make that change in you.

So you can ‘improve’ the world too.———-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Communicate With Your Mate

Communicate With Your Mate

Every day I raise

hoping to see your eyes.

Hoping just once more,

you will finally realize.

I didn’t want you to leave.

I didn’t want you to

think I tried to deceive.

All I’ve done since is cry.

I want to see your eyes.

We had been so close.

Much closer than most.

I thought that you would see

when I took that trip to the coast,

I wasn’t with someone else.

it was only business that day.

If I only knew how you felt.

I would have held you so close.

It was business, not for boast.

I should have let you know.

Why I was going to go.

Why I didn’t ask you to go too.

It was something I had to do.

I wasn’t thinking at all.

I should have never made that call.

It was something not involving us.

Yet, I made it hard for you to trust.