Nostalgia – Word Smith Wisdom

Fading Memories

The time has gone. Its faded away.
Just a memory of another day.
The further it slips into the past.
The more I wish that it could last.
But, now, it is only a memory.
A hitch in time no one can see.
No one but me can understand.
The fading footprints in the sand.
What goes around comes around again.
I am waiting, but there is only wind.
Wind that blows without end.
Covering the footprints and memory.
Destroying all that’s left of you and me.
In time, all will be gone.
Though the feelings linger on.
When I die I will be free.
Maybe,—- to return to you and me.

————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2019)

A Writer’s Snare

A Writer’s Snare.

I am leaving on a jet plane.
Not sure if I’ll be back. Don’t complain.
What am I saying? I’ll be right here.
I am not leaving. You have nothing to fear.
I’m just fooling around with lyrics from songs.
There is no way I’ll be saying so long.
As I come closer, inch by inch.
I am more quiet than the Grinch.
Still fooling around with words.
Quit saying it is for the birds.
O.k., I have never seen a tree
with a bark as pretty as thee.
What? That’s poetry, is it not?
Funny, all you can do is squawk.
He tucked, he rolled, he stopped.
He managed to ditch the cop.
All right, all right, I will try it again.
Tonight, after dark, when all is free.
You will find me hugging my TV.
Fine, I’ll quit writing when you are present.
I would just as soon be eating pheasant.
Thank God, she is finally gone.
Now, maybe, I can write that song.
I forgot what I was going to write now?
A short nap and it will come to me somehow.

———————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

A Long Time Coming

You sit there all alone with no friends.
Who knew it would be like this in the end.
You had plenty of friends back in the day.
Back in high school. Those were the days.
One of the most popular kids in school.
No one took you to be a fool.
Since then, they have all moved away.
Or, got married and went their own way.
Like the old country western news.
Good time Charlie has got the blues.
But, you are not alone in your druthers.
I can tell you now, there is another.
Someone who had a crush on you.
Back when you were both in high school.
But, to you he was just a friend at best.
As for him liking you, you wouldn’t have guessed.
Don’t be surprised when I say,
he still admires you to this very day.
His crush is as strong as it ever was.
But, he was afraid to act on it because
he thought of you as above his level.
Being in this position is really the devil.
If you are tired of being lonely and blue.
Look him up. Just say: “It’s you.”
That will send him into a tail spin.
But, you can save him with a grin.
Pick a place and a time to meet.
For old time’s sake. It will be a treat.
You will be treated with such tenderness.
He is well practiced at this quest.
He has dreamed of nothing else since high school.
He would never make a fool out of you.
Sincerity, sweetness, loving all the way.
Something you’ve dreamed of since those days.
This won’t be a fantasy high school Romeo.
This will be mature full blown love. Hello.
Are you finally ready to be swept off your feet?
I think it is time for you and I to meet.

——————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

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)

Remeniscing Again

Reminiscing Again

Here I go one more time again.
Thinking about way back when.
No need then to lock your doors.
No rioting or any nasty hoards.
A time to walk in moonlight.
Enjoying the quiet of the night.
No fear of being attacked.
No problem with being hacked.
Cell phones weren’t invented yet.
Letter writing was a big outlet.
Playing outside was a way of life.
No one threatened you with a knife.
People were honest. Robbery was low.
People felt safe where ever they would go.
On Sabbath, church was the place to be.
Families were strong and you felt free.
There were bullies, but not like now.
We did farm work and milked the cow.
Kids had great imaginations back then.
Entertaining each other with games of whim.
Nighttime brought us restful sleep.
No nightmares about nightly news repeats.
Security is an important word.
A wonderful feeling that’s not absurd.
We felt secure back in those days.
Back when things were simpler ways.
Not all changes since then have been good.
I would go back to the old days, if I could.
But, just remembering brings peace of mind.
Back when the world once knew a better time.

————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Breakfast Surprise

I took a walk just the other day.
I ended up at the Buttercup Café.
I walked in and took a seat.
I thought I would get something to eat.
Then I saw my son walk in.
He was with his wife and a friend.
I waved them over and they sat down.
We ordered coffee all around.
I asked what they were up to?
“Why, having breakfast with you.”
“No shit Sherlock” was all I said.
“Don’t let it go to your head.”
We ate, talked, laughed, and had fun.
Then paid our bill and were on the run.
I walked home and they did their thing.
What a pleasant day my walk did bring.

————————–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)

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)

Love In The Moonlight

Love In The Moonlight

A moonlet sky.

Night birds fly by.

No one. Just you and I

The apple of each other’s eye.

We stroll along.

Humming our little song.

Arm in arm, feeling strong.

Sneaking a kiss, before too long.

We stop. A view to see.

Soon, you melt into me.

Standing there, feeling free.

I’m into you and you’re into me.

Wishing this would never end.

Remembering when you were just a friend.

A special message I want to send.

I’ll always be yours until the end.

Message sent and message received.

Our love for each other will do the deed.

Our world is filled up with two, indeed.

With each other, there is no other need.

A night to remember, like a reward.

We became of one accord.

Distractions trimmed away by a sword.

The sword of truth, it’s own reward.

———————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Thinking Back

Thinking Back

A simple time, a simple place.

It brought a smile to my face.

Thinking back when I was a kid.

Pressures now will flip your lid.

Back then, things were better.

No computers. We wrote letters.

I can remember my first kiss.

Now, what made me think of this?

Probably what I saw on T.V.

It was quite vulgar, you see.

Not a simple childhood kiss.

For that, I am not remiss.

There is no way to go back.

Or, I’d be there. It’s a fact.

I didn’t know what I had back then.

I do now.—– Let me begin.

I wouldn’t trade those times for the world.

The memories are great. They have held.

Nothing like being able to reminisce.

Thinking back on doing the twist.

Watching American Bandstand on T.V.

Listening to the old songs. You and me.

We always knew Father Knows Best.

My Little Margie knew the rest.

Hi Yo Silver was the weekend cry.

Along with The Cisco Kid and I.

Cartoons were funny, not gory.

Servicemen got all our glory.

We were kids just having fun.

None of us had to carry a gun.

Violence was for boxing.

And Texas Wrestling. Not mocking.

Just saying things were better then.

I think it’s time we make amends.

———————————R.W. Johnson—–(2017)