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Love And Devotion

Love And Devotion

I gave up all just to be with you.

I hoped that our love would be true.

Time will tell if I am right.

I pray I am with all my might.

There will come a day for reflections.

May they show not one rejection.

Let the pattern of our lives

be a perfect quilt with no lies.

May it show only love and devotion.

Much deeper than any ocean.

Let it be said we tried our best.

The love we display will do the rest.

There will be challenges to be sure.

May they all become only a blur

in our memory of our past.

Let us know we found a love that lasts.

As we grow old and set in our ways.

May we remember we never strayed.

But, found strength in each other’s arms.

Smothered in each other’s charms.

When we are both laid down to rest.

Keep this promise. It’s not a jest.

We will both step into tomorrow.

Where there is no pain or sorrow.

For, throughout our lives we have found

trust in God has kept us around.

We trusted in Him to guide our lives.

More than once He saved our hides.

He guarantees we have eternity.

The perfect place for us, you see.

For we had a lifetime being together.

So eternity will be easy to weather.———-R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

Coming Together In A Heated Rush

Coming Together In A Heated Rush

The wind howls across the ice flows

It sends the frozen snow skimming.

A hardened river on a river. So it goes.

It is not the same as in the beginning.

Is it flowing North, South, or Westward?

It just glides to the shoreline till it’s free.

Ice above & the water below. It’s end is heard.

As the glacier breaks & falls into the sea .

You come to me on fast forward.

You try to put the bums rush on me.

I am not one to rush toward.

I’m like the glacier headed to the sea.

Like a moth drawn to a flame.

You have no control over your impulses.

We both push and pull to make a claim.

Within this moment that encroaches.

History is relived through your own intent.

You’re drawn to me for that very reason.

We each try to mold the moment.

I know it’s coming in due season.

This is where the whole world keeps on turning.

This is where we come undone—–undone.

It has been brought to this point by yearning.

Which you cannot mix with fun.

Will they measure me by branches.

Count the rings and sift my ashes.

Mark the ground where I fell & carry on.

Or, will we fight against the silence.

Fill our days with noise & violence.

Not recognizing our hearts when we are done.

The moment of heated rush passes by.

We are left to piece it all together.

I find that you’re still you & I am I.

You’re touch is gentle. Like a feather.

No words pass between us.

We’re both lost in our own world.

There is no longer an interest in lust.

I lie on my side with my legs curled.

We soon get up & go about our business.

It’s as if we were someone else.

Video games & sports become your business.

I sit a & wonder how it felt.

I think of the glacier slowly sliding to the sea.

It’s history is there left behind.

An open book for all to see.

Slowly, I finally start to unwind.

I am not frigid nor turned off by love.

I just don’t deal with it in high gear.

It makes me feel like a glove.

Out of place when you are near.

For awhile we came undone—–undone.

Nothing mattered but this moment in time.

But, such emotions shouldn’t be for fun.

Only if I’m yours & you are mine.

Will they measure me by branches.

Count the rings and sift my ashes.

Mark the ground where I fell & carry on.

Or, will we fight against the silence.

Fill our days with noise & violence.

Not recognizing our hearts when we are done.

——————————————————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)

Right Next Door

Right Next Door

It happened today. What a big surprise.

I met the person who opened my eyes.

I must have traveled a million miles.

On Trains, planes, and cars. Even walked awhile.

I was searching. But, I didn’t know for what.

Seems I was kind of in a rut.

Just kept truckin & roaming around.

Till I finally came back to this town.

Yes, this town where I was born & raised.

I haven’t seen it in many days.

Why I came back? I haven’t a clue.

It wasn’t a girl because I didn’t know you.

It seems you were the ‘girl next door.’

Somehow, I never talked with you before.

Then I saw you out front in the street.

That is how we happened to meet.

You said” Didn’t you used to live next door?”

I said “Yes, my parents are still here, as before.”

“I have been just traveling around.”

“What I was searching for I never found.”

“What was that?” she said with a smile.

“I guess just a place to belong for awhile”

She laughed at that and we continued to talk.

She remembered me but, I was caught.

I had to admit I had forgotten how pretty she was.

She smiled bigger at this because

I was blushing very brightly now.

She smoothed it all over somehow.

After a week I found she was always on my mind.

She was charming, beautiful and very kind.

We started hanging out together.

We went places despite the weather.

As time went by I began to see.

She was the one who was meant for me.

She was what I had been searching for.

All this time she was right next door.

Let this be a lesson to all who read this.

Never let your life run amiss.

Take a good look at what is around.

You will be surprised at what is found.———-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)

A Better Time & Place

A Better Time & Place

Think of a world with no TV.

Would you then be closer to me?

Think of a world with no internet.

Would that bring you closer yet?

Think of a world without any phones.

Could we then spend time alone?

Think how wonderful it would be.

It would be great for you and me.

We would find lots of things to do.

All of them bringing me closer to you.

It’s only a dream that won’t come true.

Some say such talk is real cruel.

But, I remember a time when it was like that.

I may be old but, it is a fact.

In those days most married for life.

You loved no one more than your wife.

This modern world has it’s pros & cons.

But, if I had a magic wand.

I would wave it & go back in time.

Back when I would be yours & you would be mine.

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

Cruise Night

Cruise Night

Remember those days when you were young?

Remember ‘cruise night’ was so much fun.

Every Friday night we drove to the city.

Cruising up & down the streets looking pretty.

“American Graffiti” before it was a movie.

Driving around feeling really groovy.

I thought I would try it the other day.

Things had changed in a major way.

Streets were heavily patrolled by cops.

They were making many stops.

At one stop, as I looked around.

I got egged by a bunch of clowns.

There were nasty people with road rage.

They didn’t care about your age.

They would run you off the road.

Smash you flat, like you were a toad.

Things are NOT what they used to be.

Isn’t this the land of the free?

It doesn’t seem so anymore.

Everyone is out to make a score.

You don’t ‘cruise’ if you value your life.

You don’t want to be on gangland turf at night.

It is best to just stay at home & mope.

The closest to ‘cruising’ is with the remote.

Watch the news for the latest tussle

between all the gangland muscle.

They fight where ‘cruising’ used to be.

All of that is just too much for me.

Cruise night is gone, along with the pleasures it brought.

Just another memory that time forgot.

————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

The Way It Is

The Way It Is

Peek a boo.—– I see you.

What the heck is a Pick-a-chew??

Poke-e-mon names for you and me.

Spelled wrong, no doubt, as you can see.

Whatever happened to kick the can.

Try and catch me if you can.

Hide and seek and guessing games?

Today they are only a name.

Kids are glued to video games.

To us it all seems pretty lame.

Yet, it keeps them occupied most of the time.

Is it a good way or is it a crime??

When you wish upon a star.

It does make a difference who you are.

Bring them up right & they will follow the Lord.

Not be a member of some angry hoard.

Video games can be good or bad.

It all depends on the upbringing you’ve had.

So get it down and get it right.

Raise them properly with all your might.

The rest will be up to the Lord.

Sit back & watch. You won’t be bored.——-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Reminiscing Again

Reminiscing Again

“The hardest thing for me to do.

Is to be like Captain Kangaroo.”

“Are you daft?”, you say to me.

“You’ve got to be at least 83.”

“I’m not even close” I say with a huff.

“What about H. R. Puff N. Stuff?”

“What the heck are you talking about?”

“Nothing, nothing at all” I say with a pout.

“Just thinking how it was as a kid.”

“Who were those weird people?”

“Cartoons and TV people.”

“Like Howdy Doody and Clarabelle.”

“Or the Tasmanian Devil from hell.”

“Bugs Bunny and Yosemite Sam.”

“ Catch the Road Runner if you can.”

“Before TV there was radio shows.”

“Like Inner Sanctum & The Space Patrol.”

“Amos and Andy. The Shadow knows.”

“Gunsmoke and Roy Rogers too.”

“So many I can’t tell them all to you.”

“What? No Dragon Ball Z or Pokemon?”

“Nothing on today was on back then”

“Those were simpler days back when.”

“I miss those days & the fun we had.”

“Too many people these days are sad.”

“Reminiscing is fun to do.”

“You can do it when your older too.”———R. W. Johnson—–(2014)