December 2014 – Page 37 – Word Smith Wisdom

There To Play A Different Game

There To Play A Different Game

The young man came into the room.

He walked with a confident stride.

It seemed he didn’t come too soon.

The girls stared with eyes open wide.

He made his way to an empty seat.

He was watched the entire way.

He sat down & ordered a drink.

The waitress smiled & left with a sway.

The band started playing an oldie.

A number of people got up to dance.

One girl said “I’m going to see.”

She walked by & looked at his hand.

No ring was noticed on his left ring finger.

He is either single or removed the ring.

There was no lighter than a tan line that lingered.

That means he must be here for a fling.

The band played more songs.

He did not ask anyone to dance.

He sat there for far too long.

The girls were getting ants in their pants.

After an hour & a couple of drinks,

he got up and left the place.

The girls all said “That sure stinks.”

They were wondering if he had what it takes.

For several nights the act was repeated.

Regulars were at a total loss for words.

Finally, one girl asked him what he needed?

He said he was just there to hear his brother play.

Seems his brother was in the band.

It was his first paid session.

He told his brother “Take a stand.”

“I’ll be there to support your lesson.”

The girl just blushed and walked away.

She didn’t know what to say or do.

Seems all good looking men who stay

are not there to make a score too.————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Believe It Or Not

Believe It Or Not

I took a trip on a sailing ship.

We sailed into a mysterious fog.

The captain didn’t give any lip.

He wrote it all in his captain’s log.

When we emerged all had changed.

We didn’t know where we were.

Our compass readings had rearranged.

How in the world had this occurred?

Then we saw it. We didn’t believe it.

Sea monsters in the water below.

A rock ahead with sirens on it.

Mermaids swimming around real slow.

An island just a half league ahead.

A nice harbor to dock the ship.

“This place is spooky” was said.

“We’ll go ashore & explore it.”

Once on land all seemed quiet.

Only the splashing of the waves.

Then, what sounded like a riot,

coming from the jungle maze.

We went to see what was going on.

In a clearing stood a Tyrannosaurs Rex.

“What is this we’ve come upon?”

“What? Dinosaurs? What the heck?”

He was eating on a fresh kill.

Birds were squawking all around.

He didn’t notice us. We stood still.

Then, something else we found.

A giant egg hidden in the weeds.

Could it be a dinosaur egg?

Then we saw who the mother must be.

A Pterodactyl with extended legs

swooped down & grabbed the egg, you see.

We dove for cover real fast.

It flew away up over the trees.

We cautiously crawled out of the grass.

We saw unicorns and fairies too.

We expected to see Bigfoot anytime.

Instead, we saw King Kong, then we knew.

All weird tales or nursery rhymes

existed here. It blew our minds.

This was like a Twilight Zone.

We had to get out of here in time.

The thought of being trapped made us groan.

We got back to the ship as fast as we could.

We headed back toward the fog..

None of us really understood.

But, the captain wrote it all in his log.

Once through the fog again

we were back on our course.

None of us knew where to begin.

We would keep quiet with no remorse.

To talk of it would label you a nut.

No one would want to have such glory.

But, we each knew the truth deep in our gut.

Believe it or not; this little horror story.—–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

Woman Of Mystery

Woman Of Mystery

Sometimes you can be really nice.

Then again, you can be cold as ice.

You’re driving me crazy.

Take my advice.

Get it together now.

Quit saying you don’t know how.

I love you baby.

Pull it together somehow.

We go out & it’s really great.

I try not to keep you out too late.

Don’t say maybe.

Next time I ask for a date.

I’ve been struggling for a long time.

Are you or are you not mine.

I don’t know how you spend your time.

Sometimes you are hard to find.

I love you baby.

Please don’t be the hurting kind.

I text you with no reply.

I wait.— I really try.

You say you’re sorry.

But, no change as time goes by.

You say you are confused.

Being with me makes you feel soothed.

You never party.

I don’t want to be crud.

What you’re thinking, I don’t know.

You’re the one running the show.

I’m never tardy.

But, the response is slow.

I’ve been struggling for a long time.

Are you or are you not mine.

I don’t know how you spend your time.

Sometimes you are hard to find.

I love you baby.

Please, don’t be the hurting kind.

It’s a lot I’ve been through.

I hang in there just for you.

I’m losing faith.

Is it something I didn’t do?

My patience is running thin.

I don’t know if I can ever win.

Give up the chase?

The thought brings a grin.

This fiasco has run its course.

It is easier to train a horse.

I’m losing face.

Nothing left but, remorse.——————–R. W. Johnson—–(2013)

The Meaning Of Christmas

The Meaning Of Christmas.

It’s that time of year again.

A time when we think of all our friends.

Some we haven’t seen in years.

Our only contact is a card bringing Christmas cheer.

Relatives and other close friends receive

a present from the heart, we believe.

Yes, the lights are pretty, the tree smells nice.

The Santa’s and reindeer & streamers of ice.

All the other commercial treats

leaves little to remember why we feast.

It’s not really Jesus birthday; thats in the fall.

But, that is why Christmas exists at all.

The Son of God came to earth as a baby.

To grow up & save all men and ladies.

By giving His life for the wages of sin.

Though He himself knew no sin.

So when you read that Christmas card

or open that Christmas present, pard,

remember to give thanks to the one who gave all.

that you could be saved from sin and the fall.

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

More Than A Friend

More Than A Friend

Hello girl.

I see your back in town again.

When you left

you only called me a good friend.

Tell me girl.

Your several ages older now.

Have you learned,

maybe it was more somehow.

I’ve heard tell

you’ve had several boyfriends since.

Could be now

you understand just what I meant.

When I said

It will all come back to you.

Then you’ll think

maybe I have not been the fool.

We had something that would never end.

A relationship upon which you could depend.

I was there helping your heart to mend.

There for the hard times again and again.

If you only knew, I was so much more than a friend.

Tell me girl

you’ve been burned, or so I have heard.

It hurts girl.

For that I have no helping word.

Could it be

you came home so you could lean on me?

I heard girl

you’ve gone through hell , despite your charms.

Did you miss

the comfort you felt snuggled in my arms?

Can you see

that maybe it was meant to be.

You ran away

when what you wanted was here to stay.

Your faithful friend,

and so much more along the way.

We had something that would never end.

A relationship upon which you could depend.

I was there to help your heart to mend.

There for the hard times again and again.

If you only knew, I was so much more than a friend.

—————————————————–R. W. Johnson——(2011)

She Is Gone

She is gone!!

Time passes slowly in my meaningless, empty world.

I succumb to the exhausting fog of depression.

The walls close in on me as I lay curled

into a fetal position. Looking dead with my pale complexion.

She is gone!!

I am unable to move. I cannot face the light of day.

I can neither eat nor sleep. My body plagued with rigor.

They have found me . I wish they would leave me alone I pray.

My physical body has shriveled. it has lost its vim & vigor.

She is gone!!

My mind is as dark as the soul of Satan.

No light shines in. I am closed as tight as a clam.

They try to awaken me with the smell of bacon.

But, I don’t respond to the smell of eggs nor ham.

She is gone!!

Soon, I imagine, I will be following her.

I have no desire to remain on this cruel earth.

Then, somehow , a new thought occurs.

Exactly where did she go? What is it worth?

She is gone!!

Maybe she went in the wrong direction?

it suddenly didn’t seem worth dying to find out.

Will she be in the resurrection?

I need to find out what it’s all about.

She is gone!!

But, I am not leaving here yet.

The Lord has work for me.

I pray I will see her. I have my mind set.

Until then, the Lord is all I see.

She is gone!!

Others ask how I can cope with it so well?

I say “she stepped into tomorrow & awaits there.

I leave it all in the Lord’s hands to tell.

In the meantime, I walk with my cross to bear.”

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

Searching For You

Searching For You

I’ve gone to war.

I’ve slept with whores.

I’ve traveled around.

I’ve been up & I’ve been down.

But, the best I ever feel

Is when I’m sitting behind the wheel.

Heading home to be with you.

You’re on my mind day and night.

I hate it when you’re out of sight.

I like the fact when you’re around.

You don’t mention my leaving town.

Lately, I’ve been thinking of settling down.

That thought is easy when you’re around.

You’ve turned my world upside down

I’ve never felt this way before.

Usually, it’s just a quick score.

Then, on my way looking for more.

Now, I linger at your door.

Wishing I could linger more.

Something has a hold on my heart.

This feeling is ripping me apart

I could settle down & change my ways.

No roaming around looking for lays.

Reject this life that moves me on.

The wandering urge would be gone.

To take it’s place there would be you.

I can’t think of what else I can do.

So, I am heading home to you.

Home to a life I can only dream of.

Where I will shower you with love.

I will raise you upon a pedestal high.

Treat you like an angel from the sky.

You are the apple of my eye.

You’re the one I’ve been searching for.

The search is over,—- forevermore.——-R. W. Johnson——-(2011)

Early In The Morning

Early In The Morning

It’s my favorite time of the day.

Sitting at the breakfast nook table.

Watching the birds outside play.

It’s so misty I can barely see the maple.

As a light rain falls, the birds are chirping away.

The dog is looking out the window.

He is watching for a cat gone astray.

He barks, though they be quick and nimble.

On my second cup of coffee & toast.

A little butter and jam makes it extra good.

I eat little for breakfast. Different than most.

I suppose I could eat more, like I should.

The newspaper opened to the word jumble.

I try to figure out the jumbled word.

I really feel warm and humble.

I have spent my time already with His word.

It is a time to give thanks .for all the blessings.

Time to take a look within.

It is not a time to be guessing.

Lord please guide my footsteps today from all sin.

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

Creatures Of The Night

Creatures Of The Night

I’m often on the run and scared.

I wouldn’t stay even if I dared.

Too much killing on the news.

Too much violence caused by booze.

Everywhere I look there is sin.

What chance have I to ever win.

I am a creature of the night.

I’ve lost the will to stay and fight.

I sneak along from door to door.

I do not want to make a score.

Is there no hope for one like me?

There is no end that I can see.

Then, suddenly, I see the light.

It doesn’t give me such a fright.

I know I’ll never have to fight.

I hang on with all my might.

The light is God from up above.

Sending down His precious love.

I can walk upright and never fear.

Just as long as I keep Him near.

I hold Him tightly in my heart.

I know we’ll never be apart.

No longer a creature of the night.

I now walk proudly and upright.

I know I am not of this world.

I let my fingers now uncurl.

I am just a stranger passing through.

Once I was feeling just like you.

You can join me in my quest.

You’ll learn we are the very best.

We are of the family of God,

that speaks softly & carries a rod.

He will be with us wherever we go.

Others will join us because they know.

We are travelers who are going home.

To a heavenly place we call our own.———R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

What The Future Holds?

What The Future Holds?

Will it be the same when we are old?

Will we still want each other to hold?

Will your touch still give me a tingle?

Or, will we wish that we were single?

Will I still do all to keep you happy?

Will you respond with something sappy?

Will we both still love ‘sweet nothings.’?

Or, will we be fighting and cussing?

Will I take you to your favorite spots?

Will you say, for me, you have the ‘hots’?

Will I still turn you on at night in bed?

Or, will you be sorry we ever wed?

Will you still meet me at the door?

Will you talk of your day & more?

Will we share the same interests?

Or, will we wish for another entrance?

Will we always put each other first?

Will we think our life is a curse?

Will you still love me when I’m 64?

Or, will you throw me out the door?

The answers to these I do not know.

I just know it is worth a go.

The answers may be yes or may be no.

As for me , I’d rather not know.—————-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)