Month: December 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.

Day Trippin, Or Prophecy?

       Day Tripping Or Prophecy??

If you hear a step upon your star tonight.

See a light not much brighter than a candlelight.

It’s not your imagination leading you astray.

It’s only me. Talk for awhile, before I slip away.

 

I have fought my way through fairy dust.

Followed a rainbow till it turned to rust.

Traveled beyond the imagination of man.

Just to talk with you while I can.

 

I love how the colors dance on your dress.

Your beauty leaves poets trying to guess

what to say to capture it in words.

You’re more beautiful than exotic birds.

 

You have been with us throughout time.

Every man has wished ‘you were mine.’

Your wisdom stretches to infinity.

Then back again as you check on me.

 

I have blundered in many ways.

Yet, you never let me stray.

Tell me what you have in mind?

Asks a humble servant from one so kind.

 

The answer will come as I travel the road.

I feel as  unworthy as a horny toad.

Your thoughts  are so beyond my own.

I can only lie here and moan.

 

The knowledge has been put in my head.

It’s like magic, all that you’ve said.

I will go forward with your words.

Tell everyone what I’ve heard.

 

Others will find their way to you.

Then you can tell them what to do.

Before long, all will know the way.

Take us all  to your place to stay.————–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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)

 

 

 

Always Concerned

    Always Concerned.

Why couldn’t she understand?

It is easy for a man.

We deal with it everyday

There is no extra time to play.

A woman doesn’t have to deal with this.

She can live her life in bliss. While a man must deal with it everyday.

There is little more that I can say.

Sure, we act as if nothing is wrong.

We just go about singing our song.

But, deep inside, we are concerned.

Based on everything we’ve learned.

it’s going to be a problem, no matter what.

We say a little prayer just for luck.

Then we go on as if nothing was wrong.

But, sooner or later it will come along.

There is no way to get around it.

It is always there chomping at the bit.

Maybe things will work out all right.

Hopefully, there will be no fight.

In the end someone will win.

Either way, it’s not a sin.————————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

Really Getting To Know You

 

        Really Getting To Know You

We’ve been together now for almost a year.

It flies by fast when I’m with you.

I have more fun when I know your near.

I really enjoy whatever we do.

 

I don’t really know how I feel about you.

Your quiet most of the time.

You never talk about me and you.

You just don’t say what’s on your mind.

 

I know you care enough to put me first.

You’ve had your problems in the past.

For you to talk about it really hurts.

You have a pain that seems to last.

 

So, it’s you, then it’s me.

On & on it seems to be.

There is little left for us to see.

Do you want to move on with me?

We are stuck in one place, it seems.

Beyond this I can only dream.

 

I often wondered if you’ve thought of me?

Of what I’ve gone through in my past.

You never mention anything, you see.

We have to go there to make this last.

 

I don’t know how to approach this issue.

I don’t want to cause a scene.

If we go there one of us will need a tissue.

If I go there, don’t think I am mean.

 

I want to know how I feel about you.

You have to open up to me.

Communication is a precious tool.

it’s the way to set us free.

 

So, it’s you, then it’s me.

On & on it seems to be.

There is little left for us to see.

Do you want to move on with me?

We are stuck in one place, it seems.

Beyond this, I can only dream.—————–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It Comes On A Stick

 

     It Comes On A Stick

It is really quite a trick

to eat your candy from a stick.

You can eat a hotdog on a stick.

Even cotton candy does the trick.

Even sic kabob is on a stick.

But, some things just don’t fit.

Ice cream bars do the trick.

Marsh mellows even fit.

It may be odd to eat from a stick.

If the food falls off you have a fit.

But, it is an acceptable lick.

To consume some things from a stick.

Never try it if it is lit.

You just might end up burning a lip.

Sometimes, if it’s on a stick.

You can use it as a handle to dip.

So, no matter what you get.

I think that you will enjoy it.————-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)