Month: December 2014

Change Time

 

    Change Time

It’s getting late.

Almost out of time.

The end of the year

is next in line.

Will the New Year

bring about a change?

Will there be an end

to hunger and pain?

Will people start to see

It’s time for a change.

Without that happening

there can be no gain.

It will be the same old crap.

Not much to hope for.

Time to shape up.

Or, walk out that door.

You can step into tomorrow.

You can end it all.

Nothing gained from that.

It is a way to stall.

There is change coming.

It should start from within.

Read the Bible, maybe

then, the change will begin.

Time is almost at an end.

Time to get off the fence.

Decision time is here.

It is the way it was meant.

You can’t change the past.

Only the future can benefit.

The decision is yours.

It’s your only way to win with it.————–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

Poet Goes Off Track

 

      Poet goes off track.

I’ve tried it once & I’ve tried it twice.

The camels have ‘hump day’. Is that nice?

Being hit can leave you black and blue.

I’m not drinking gas. I ain’t no fool.

If I could sing, people would gather around.

Have you ever heard of an ugly clown?

Mickey Mouse was once a rat.

How the heck does he do that?

I have a car that runs like a sewer.

It gurgles and burps. I wish it was newer.

It is cold. My lips are blue.

One flew over the cookoo’s  nest too.

Video games are full of violence and hate.

At least they aren’t playing Crazy Eights.

The power went off, then came back on.

I had a poem done, but now it’s gone.

I’ve gone off track. I am now on tilt.

I sure hope my flowers don’t wilt.

Everything is spinning around inside.

I couldn’t produce a poem if I tried.

ahhh,—- love and affection.

Do you see a human connection?

I am leaving it up to you.

I think I’m coming down with the flu.

Forget this poem writing, it’s late.

This doesn’t look good for my fate.———–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

The Root Of Confusion

 

      The Root Of Confusion

Driving down this country road,

feeling like I’m growing old.

Windshield wipers are keeping time,

as I mull things over in my mind.

 

The day is dark, dreary, and wet.

How much darker can my mind get?

I try to find some sort of pattern.

Thoughts are circling like the Rings Of Saturn

 

It is not a mystery

as many say it seems to be.

Round and round

goes the secrecy.

No way ever to

set yourself free.

Sometimes the meaning

starts to become clear.

Then it blurs

and leaves me in fear.

 

On I drive, on this miserable day.

My destination, I cannot say.

I don’t know if I can go on?

Yet,  I must.  It’s not a con.

 

Someone like you can understand.

Why it is so hard for a man.

My thoughts keep spinning with no focus.

I don’t even know what the joke is?

 

It is not a mystery

as many say it seems to be.

Round and round

goes the secrecy.

No way ever to

set yourself free.

Sometimes the meaning

starts to become clear.

Then it blurs

and leaves me in fear.

 

I’ve gone so far I’ve lost my way.

I am not even sure of the day.

It is not a mid life crisis.

I’m still young. It’s what the price is.

 

I could be lost for eternity.

Till someone makes it clear to me.

It’s the way it is when in this trap.

If I only knew where I was at?—————–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Wind And I

 

      The Wind And I

This is my life and all I have done.

It has been different, but lots of fun.

I have been called successful along the way.

Still, it was a struggle, day after day.

 

I have been profoundly deaf over half my life.

This has caused some problems and strife.

I overcame my hearing loss early on.

Before the last little bit was finally gone.

 

I used my many and various other senses.

Sight, touch, smell, and brains, not being defensive.

I compare my life to the wind all around.

Why?  Because, of itself, it has no sound.

 

Till it touches something where it is bound.

Then, all are aware of the wind, I’ve found.

I too, can’t ‘hear’ a recognizable sound.

But, by the people I’ve touched, I’ve found.

 

They are aware of me like they are the wind.

I try to stick to my principles and seldom bend.

The wind and I have made ourselves known.

By who and what we touch, it has been shown.

——————————————–R. W. Johnson and Anita Wonder—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wind, And More

      Wind, And More

Just one word will make it clear.

Something you can’t see or hear.

Unless it touches something.

 

You can feel it on your face.

But, that’s not all it takes.

It has to touch something.

 

You can see it in the trees.

When it shakes the leaves.

It has touched something.

 

You can hear it through the walls.

You hear the moan when It calls.

It just touched something.

 

When I’m gone, you will see.

This will be a lot like me.

I will touch something.

 

When you see it move.

You’ll know I am in the mood.

To touch something.

 

If you feel me touch your face.

If you feel my embrace.

Know I have touched someone.

 

If you hear what could be me.

Maybe then you will see.

I may be something.

 

Something one step beyond.

But, still felt, though I am gone.

Does that mean something??—————–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

Footfalls In My Mind

 

Footfalls In My Mind

“Ring phone.”—-RING.

“One more time.”

“Come on”—- “Answer,

Crisis line.”

 

“Hello, —- thank God!

I’m glad you’re there.

You really gave me

quite a scare.”

 

“Remember me —-?”

“From yesterday?”

“I have to talk

some more today.”

 

“I feel I’m running

out of time.

I hear his footfalls

in my mind.”

 

“I don’t go out.

I cannot eat.

At night, I scream

myself to sleep.”

 

“I can’t sleep now,

though I’m in bed.

I hear his footfalls

in my head.”

 

“I know you think

he doesn’t exist.

But, I know different.

I’ve felt his fist.”

 

“He’ll come bustin

thru the door,

cuss me out an

call me a ‘whore’.”

 

“He’ll walk over

and slap my face.

Then, kick me all

around the place.”

 

“He’ll tie me nude

into a chair.

Then, run his fingers

thru my hair.”

 

“If I yell,

or act upset,

he’ll burn me with

a cigarette.”

 

“What happens next,

I can’t talk about.

But, —- I know

a sure way out.”

 

“I have a gun

with me in bed.

I’m going to shoot

him in the head.”

 

“Don’t say what

I shouldn’t do.

You don’t know

what I’ve been through.”

 

“Wait!! —-Listen,

I think he’s near.

I hear his footfalls

in my ears.”

 

“Hello, —- Hello.

“Are you still there?”

Nothing but, silence

in the air.

 

BANG!!

 

“Hello again. —-

Yeah, —- it’s me.

I said it would work.

Now, you can see.”

 

“’It’s the police’,

I think he said,

before I shot him

in the head.”

 

“Now, at last,

I can be free.

He’ll no longer

bother me.”

 

“I shot him good.

I know he’s dead.

But,? —- I hear

his footfalls in my head.”

 

BANG!!

 

“Hello!!, —- Hello!!

Are you still there?”

Only silence

in the air. ———————–R. W. Johnson—–(2011)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Can’t Take It Anymore

 

      Can’t take It Anymore

My patience is running mighty thin.

I am your whipping post again & again.

Drive another nail into my crucifixion.

But, I can’t redeem your sinful affliction.

 

Your tongue is like a nine pound sledge.

Breaking down my feeble hedge.

Defense mechanisms just won’t do.

When you come slamming your way through.

 

You leave me laying as a mental wreck.

A shell, my former confidence, a speck.

Destroyed, to never raise again.

Do you feel proud that you always win?

 

You are a mental vampire.

Making truth into a liar.

You would make even Dracula proud.

Your abilities stand out loud.

 

Others say “What’s the matter with you?”

“Why are you always acting the fool?”

“Letting her kick your heart around.”

“While you crawl on your belly, like a clown.”

 

Their observations are all right on.

I have groveled and it is wrong.

Time for me to walk like a man.

I am out of here as fast as I can.—————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Imagination

      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 night time 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)

 

 

 

 

Reminiscing

 

      Reminiscing

Remember when bullies were few & far between?

It just wasn’t in people’s nature to be so mean.

People have called them the good old days.

I guess they were good in their own ways.

A whole lot different than things are today.

People spoke up if they had something to say.

They didn’t worry about drive by shootings.

They were more concerned with their shoestrings.

Did they have cardboard for the holes in their soles?

Were their clothes washed & hung between poles?

Sabbath days were days to look forward to.

First to church, then maybe to the zoo.

Or, at least a picnic, if the weather was nice.

The whole family came. We ate every bite.

During the summer free movies were shown.

Downtown, in the park, for the kids & grown.

No matter if you walked to school or rode a bus.

It was plenty of fun for all of us.

Riding your bike to the local swimming hole.

Racing other kids with your dog in tow.

Staying up late to look at the stars.

Trying to tell which one was Mars.

Building forts and tree houses too.

Throwing spit wads while in school.

Numerous other fun things we did.

are much different than today’s kids.

We had no computers to play games on.

We made up games to play on the lawn.

We did use guns, but, only for hunting.

We didn’t think killing was a fun thing.

We didn’t have a lot of money or things.

We still got by. We thought we were kings.

We learned to love God and trust in him.

We knew if it was wrong it was a sin.

We knew to treat others like ourselves.

We didn’t believe in pixies or elves.

We just loved life & all it was worth.

WE loved & respected this place called earth.

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

 

 

The Little Knight Overcomes ‘Evil’

 

The Little Knight Overcomes ‘Evil’

The little knight was dreaming again.

Once again, the ‘evil’ was after him.

The little knight would make a stand.

“I will defeat this ‘evil’,— if I can.”

The little knight had no idea what to do.

The ‘evil ‘was after him. This he knew.

What exactly was this ‘evil’ thing?

Something in his mind began to ring.

Maybe the ‘evil’ was really sin.

It was coming after him.

But, everyone has to deal with sin?

There was only one way that he could win.

He surrendered himself to Christ.

He trusted God with all his might.

Then, suddenly, the ‘evil’ was there.

It seemed to be around him everywhere.

He held up a Bible and a crucifix.

Said “In the name of Jesus be gone quick.”

 

The little knight awoke with a jerk.

He was shaking & sweat soaked his shirt.

He knew exactly what he must do.

He knelt & prayed like in a pew.

He asked forgiveness for his sins..

He accepted the Lord as his God within.

After that his ‘nightmares’ stopped.

The ‘evil’ was gone from his thoughts.

The little knight praised the Lord day & night.

He was precious in the Lord’s sight.

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