Month: December 2014

The Drought

 

                      The Drought                     

The sun is going down across this blistered land.

Little is left alive except a few trees, lizards, & man.

A lone guitar is heard in the fading light.

Man won’t give up the land without a fight.

Summer is over.

 

The city swelters in the welcomed dusk.

Florescent lights shine through the dust.

A soldier in a bar dreams of a love affair.

While children & mothers swat bugs in the air.

Summer is over.

 

It’s a never ending show.

Traffic moves by very slow.

Afraid to stir the dusty air.

Flowers lie dead everywhere.

In this cursed, drought dried land

stands a sunburned, lonely man.

His heart is aching for the one he lost.

This is what the drought has cost.

Everything dies from lack of water.

Thanks to man & his foolish fodder.

 

A small ray of hope burns in the air around all.

Summer is over. —-Will this end it all?

A few more weeks till cooling autumn comes.

Then, maybe, blessed rain for everyone.

Summer is over.

 

This cannot go on like this for another year.

Man will die without rain. There will be no beer.

There will be no crops to keep man alive.

Animals will die. Bees will mummify in their hive.

Summer is over.

 

It’s a never ending show.

Traffic moves by very slow.

Afraid to stir the dusty air.

Flowers lie dead everywhere.

In this cursed, drought dried land

stands a sunburned, lonely man.

His heart is aching for the one he lost.

This is what the drought has cost.

Everything dies from lack of water.

Thanks to man & his foolish fodder.———-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

Heavenly Dream

           Heavenly Dream

I went in search of the silver star.

I made a left just past Mars.

I went past the asteroid belt.

I flew so fast I thought I’d melt.

But, it’s really cold in space.

Not a very friendly place.

I traveled beyond the solar system.

Now I have to use my wisdom.

There are no direction signs out here.

Very little around, I fear.

Out, out into the galaxy.

I flew fast & I flew free.

Finally I reached the nearest star.

But, nothing silver here so far.

I headed for Orion’s belt.

I went fast  with what I was dealt.

When I arrived there  was a giant star tunnel.

Stars on all sides like a funnel.

Into the funnel I dived.

I began to think; soon I will arrive.

At the end I found the silver star.

Often called the Northern Star.

I was about to land when I awoke.

I heard a voice as it spoke.

“It’s not time for you to be here yet.”

“You can come home when everything’s set”.

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

Loving Just One

 

              Loving Just One

To love someone, you should stay with that one.

Playing the field is a lot of fun.

But, it doesn’t work if you love someone.

If you really love someone.

 

A roaming mind is the devil’s playhouse.

That’s how to give a hot romance a douse.

just go sneaking around quiet as a mouse.

You will soon be known as a louse.

 

Be with one.

Let her know.

You intend

to take it slow.

You want this

romance to last.

Not like what’s

happened in the past.

 

Get close and intimate with her.

Let her know it’s her for sure.

Put her first no matter what.

Cherish her like a golden cup.

 

Spend time with her.

Make time to just be with her.

Include her in most of your life.

Make her the center of your life.

 

be with one.

Let her know.

You intend

to take it slow.

You want this

romance to last.

Not like what’s

happened in the past.

 

Time with her will be your reward.

Put this time of life on record.

Play it over & over in your mind.

Simply think about her all the time.

 

You may find a deeper trust.

A confidence that is not lust.

It is  a real love of the soul.

With someone who won’t let go.————–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s ‘Alien’ To The Aliens

 

         It’s ‘Alien’ To The Aliens

I was walking down a country road.

I was all alone, looking for a toad.

Then, I saw the thing coming out of the sky.

A UFO here?—– I wondered why?

It stopped over head 200 feet up.

The bottom looked like a paper cup.

It was metal, but, the shape, you see.

Looked like a paper cup to me.

All of a sudden a blue light came on.

I was thinking ‘color me gone.’

Next thing I know I was lifted away.

Scooped right up into its bay.

What I saw then was really weird.

Looked like overgrown veggies had appeared.

Big green lumps like broccoli heads.

Mushroom tops and carrot shreds.

All apparently made of metal.

There were even big things like a kettle.

I got to my feet and walked around.

There was nobody to be found.

Then I saw what could have been a door.

Except it was weird, coming out of the floor.

I got close and it opened up.

It led to a slide into a buttercup.

I slid down into something soft.

A spongy consistence set on a loft.

Down below were alien beings.

They were busy at whatever I was seeing.

Then a voice came to me within my head.

It was in English, not Martian instead.

It must have been mental telepathy.

I was alert with no lethargy.

It said “Welcome to the stellar ship Orion.”

I said “You kidnapped me. I ain’t lying.”

“Relax, we only have a few questions.”

“I hope this isn’t to teach me a lesson.”

“How does your race feel about alien beings?”

“It’s hard to say without first seeing.”

“Would they join a Space Federation?”

“You should ask the President” I said with elation.

“Do not you all have an equal say?”

“Hell no!! Not in this world of today.”

“It seems we have questioned the wrong person”

“Oh, I don’t know. At least I’m not cursing.”

Next I knew I awoke in a pile of leaves.

I was deep in a forest with many trees.

I walked till I came to a road.

Flagged down a truck with a heavy load.

I found out I was  about 30 miles from home.

I had lost a day in my ‘stellar’ roam.

I didn’t tell him of my situation.

I just said I was on vacation.

But, one thing I know as sure as bacon.

If they ask the President, he’ll make them

honorary citizens if they vote for him.

“Have some food stamps.” he’ll say with a grin.

But, he won’t have us join any Federation.

Only a Socialist society, then he’ll take them.

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It Is Only Me

               It Is Only Me

If you ever wondered who it could be?

More than likely, it is me.

I don’t try to be more than I can be.

I am satisfied to just be me.

 

I may seem different at times, you see.

The reality is it’s only me.

There are many sides of me to see.

But, in the end, they all are me.

 

It is me

and only me.

I am all that

I want to be.

I may not be

the one you

want me to be.

I can only say

sorry, you see.

Cause in the end

it’s still only me.

 

I like to think that I am free.

Just as free as I can be.

Yet, what others do influences me.

So I guess I’m not really free.

 

Still, I am all I want to be.

You may or may not learn from me.

That is all o.k. with me.

I don’t claim to be a learing tree.

 

A tree to hang your troubles on.

Or, provide shade until you’re gone.

All I claim is I am me.

I am all I want to be.

 

It is me

and only me.

I am all that

I want to be.

I can only say

sorry, you see.

Cause in the end

it’s still only me.———————-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

Communicate With Your Mate

 

Communicate With Your Mate

Every day I raise

hoping to see your eyes.

Hoping just once more,

you will finally realize.

I didn’t want you to leave.

I didn’t want you to

think I tried to deceive.

All I’ve done since is cry.

I want to see your eyes.

 

We had been so close.

Much closer than most.

I thought that you would see

when I took that trip to the coast,

I wasn’t with someone else.

it was only business that day.

If I only knew how you felt.

I would have held you so close.

It was business, not for boast.

 

I should have let you know.

Why I was going to go.

Why I didn’t ask you to go too.

It was something I had to do.

I wasn’t thinking at all.

I should have never made that call.

It was something not involving us.

Yet, I made it hard for you to trust.

 

Every day I raise

hoping to see your eyes.

Hoping just once more,

you will finally realize.

I didn’t want you to leave.

I didn’t want you to

think I tried to deceive.

All I’ve done since is cry.

I want to see your eyes.————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

Mysterious Journey

           Mysterious Journey

Down rugged, misty, long forgotten, mountain trails

we struggled on until we could finally see.

Down in the mysterious valley.

It is where ‘they’ will be.

In a land of mystery and enchantment.

We knew the only answer was down

in the valley at the macabre encampment.

Where the ‘mystic ones’ were reported to be.

Though, never seen.

No matter how much we would stare.

We could feel ‘them’.

We knew that ‘they’ were there.

Down in the valley is where ‘they’ had to be.

We had to know. We had to go.

Though the risk was so high

it threatened our very souls.

Down in the valley

was where we had to go.———————–R. W. Johnson—–(2004)

 

Earthquake Calamity

               Earthquake Calamity

On August 24, 2014 at 0320 I thought I was dead.

I woke up with a freight train running through my head.

The whole place was shaking, things falling everywhere.

“EARTHQUAKE” my wife yelled. I knew she was there.

It was darker than the pit of hell. The power was off.

Dust was in the air.—– I began to cough.

Finally, my wife found the flashlight she keeps by the bed.

There was a big cloud of dust over our head.

The shaking had stopped by now.

We started looking around. “Holy cow!!”

Things had fallen everywhere up to the level of the bed.

I started getting a real bad headache in my head.

The other flashlight was by the front door.

I had to climb over mounds of broken gore.

I barely could squeeze out the bedroom door.

My shoes were in the hall with half the house on the floor.

I didn’t have pants but, I had shoes.

I climbed on, trying not to be verbally rude.

I finally reached the front door.

The flashlight wasn’t there anymore.

The door would only open a couple inches.

I was searching for the flashlight without britches.

Then I heard someone just outside.

It was my daughter checking if we survived.

I said we were o.k. but, I couldn’t open the door.

She said o.k. She knew the score.

She was going back home. She will be back later.

“Thanks, bye.” Then I found the light, I fear.

What a mess!! Where to start?

It was enough to break our hearts.

I started at the door to clean it all up.

30 days later we are still cleaning up.

All I have to say is: “EARTHQUAKES SUCK!!!”

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

 

 

A Documentary On My Life

 

           A Documentary On My Life

I sat down to watch a documentary on my life.

There I am thinking people aren’t worth the pain & strife.

Then I see you walking in.

You stand quietly as you take it all in.

What was that running down your cheek?

Was it a tear? Did you spring a leak?

Why in the world would you cry for me?

There is something more here than I can see.

As the documentary rolls along.

We come to the part where  I am gone.

I should have been there for support.

Instead I was making an appearance in court.

There I am without a job.

“This world is cruel” I hear myself sob.

later on I’m all alone.

I cry and sigh. Then I moan.

Finally someone comes along.

This is it. Am I right or am I wrong?

I am feeling like a solitary man.

Like the Neil Diamond song can.

Again I’m on the road alone.

Then I notice how you’ve grown.

It seems you have been there most of my life.

Not my focus, just there for support through the strife.

Now I see what I missed before.

It is you I’ve been looking for.

TO BE CONTINUED appears on the screen.

I have a feeling the ending will be keen.

——————————————————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)