Month: November 2014

Imagination

My imagination is at the extreme.

The lunatic fringe to some, it may seem.

I dig deep into all levels of possibilities.

Never under estimate my abilities.

 

I can turn nighttime into day.

Make the bad guy run the other way.

Do magic with the wave of a wand.

Have two opposites form a bond.

 

Give extreme happiness to a forlorn lover.

Make a lonely girl become a mother.

Create a world for your wildest dreams.

Cause it to come apart at the seams.

 

Make your dreams come true.

I can make it so just for you.

I can save you from eternal damnation.

Or, have you burn in hell with elation.

 

Have you ever ridden a bike on a tight wire?

It can happen, if that’s your desire.

Do you want to be the first in deep, deep space?

Would you rather someone else take your place?

 

There is no limits to what I can do.

If I can imagine it, it can happen for you.

But, it will be on a written page.

I write poetry for every age.——————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Between The Lines

I sat down to write my girl a letter.

I had to get to know her better.

Sweet nothings & commitment so sublime.

The real message was between the lines.

 

Just a simple love poem at first glance.

I was afraid to take a chance.

I felt safer between the lines .

If I want to tell her what’s on my mind.

 

As the poem flowed along,

I felt like I was writing a song.

I let her know that she was mine.

But, the real message was between the lines.

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Between the lines.

Between the lines.

I felt safer between the lines.

For her to know what was on my mind.

She would have to read between the lines.

 

I wrote it smooth with little to lose.

A simple love poem from me to you.

Hidden there between every line.

Was the devotion I knew was mine.

 

I mentioned things we have done.

The games we played that you usually won.

How being with you was really fine.

But, if you could only see between the lines.

 

Now that I was nearly done.

I decided it was a lot of fun.

Then another thought crossed my mind.

What if you can read between the lines?

 

Between the lines.

Between the lines.

I felt safer between the lines.

For her to know what was on my mind.

She would have to read between the lines. ———-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)