Month: February 2015

Mirror, Mirror On The Wall

 

      Mirror, Mirror On The Wall

I walked by the mirror & glanced at it.

I snapped around and looked again.

I just stood there looking for a bit.

I turned around, not believing it then.

I looked the same as ever.

But, the background had changed.

It wasn’t my bedroom. Very clever.

It seems castle walls had been arranged.

I knew it had to be somehow a joke.

I went to the bathroom mirror.

I looked at it and what a jolt.

It was the same, that was clear.

I went running out of the place.

Picked up my girl and brought her back.

I told her about it to her face.

“I was warned you were crazy, but that?”

“Your family was cursed, so were you.”

“I’ll check out the mirrors for the fact.”

She looked in both mirrors & it was true.

She was shocked, but suspected a trick.

We checked behind the mirrors.

Nothing there. We just didn’t get it.

She was so shaken she was almost in tears.

Then, I put my hand on one of them.

My hand went right into the mirror.

I pulled it out quickly, like it was sin.

I said, “ It felt cold and queer.”

We realized we could go right in .

We feared to do so. Could we get out?

What if it trapped us within?

Would it do us any good to shout?

We covered the mirrors & disposed of them.

We dumped them at the city dump.

They were never mentioned again.

There was one mirror left in a trunk.

Out of sight, out of mind, ——until????

—————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

Long Enduring Love

      Long Enduring Love

Coming into town on the afternoon train.

I hope this long trip is not in vain.

I have been gone for way too long.

I know its been eons I have been gone.

 

The shadows from trees flash across my face

as I contemplate going back to the place.

Back to where and when it all started.

I often wish we had never parted.

 

Yet, I had to leave for the reasons you know.

You said you would wait through sleet and snow.

It has taken much longer than expected.

My letters to you were never neglected.

 

But, lately, responses have been fewer.

I am nervous, thinking that you flew.

Our romance, put on hold too long.

Till, eventually, another came along.

 

The train is finally slowing in its approach.

I am praying I am not met with reproach.

Passengers unload and then it’s my turn.

I can feel my stomach began to churn.

 

I step down and you fly into my arms.

All kisses and tears and all your charms.

I am overwhelmed with joy and tears.

I hold you like I won’t let go for years.

 

I will never be going away again.

It is over. I am staying until the end.

We have a lot to catch up on.

But, we have time. Now is our song.

———————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

Love Finally Found

      Love Finally Found

I’m on the road to never, never land.

I have to find out who I really am.

I’ve searched the whole world over.

Yet, I never found my 4 leaf clover.

My sweet honey suckle companion.

The one who I will meet at land’s end.

Once she is found, I will settle down.

With no one but her around.

Until then, I travel on day to day.

Stumbling along. Trying to find my way.

The ins & outs of relationships

can be a rocky road leading only to friendships.

I must dive deeper into the human gene pool.

Scuba diving for a pearl in the blue.

One more precious than life itself.

I will never just set it on the shelf.

She will be the world to me.

Can anyone be her, I plea?

There is so much to learn and do.

Yet, I must continue on, to get to you.

There is never an easy way.

I learn that lesson every day.

Stubborn persistence finally paid off.

I found her one day, up in the loft.

A farm girl, with the charms of forever.

Left me standing out in the wet weather.

After the shock wore off, I explained.

She smiled and made it very plain.

She did things the old fashioned way.

A fellow would have to court her every day.

This I did with great exuberance.

I hoped that this would move her hence.

It worked like a charm. Now, we are one.

Now, the fun has really begun.

———————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

 

 

 

 

Rebound Love?

 

      Rebound Love?

Here we are, talking together again.

Are you looking for more than a friend?

You say yes, but then there’s her.

You have to get yourself free, for sure.

You want my help with this.

I want to punch her with my fist.

You say you want her out of your heart.

You want to try to make a new start.

She controlled all you did and thought.

You can’t discuss the misery she brought.

Seems you could easily forget her.

Achieving this, you’re not so sure.

Talk about your mind manipulation.

She is totally a new revelation.

I love you and want to be with you.

I just want you to be true.

I’m everything a guy could want,

but I’m not her. That’s not a taunt.

I am me and you are you.

Together, we can be two.

If we run into her, make a stand.

I think it will be time to hold my hand.

Turn and walk away with me.

The reaction, you will see.

Soon, she will be out of your heart.

From then on, we will never part.—R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

Maturing Love

 

      Maturing Love

Love can be new.

Or, love can be old.

Will you stick like glue?

Would you be that bold?

If the love has aged,

it’s like a fine wine.

Good bouquet

developed over time.

But, first love must grow,

age, and mature.

It’s not how much you know.

It’s what you can assure.

When you can overlook faults.

or, other defects of character.

Then you can open the vaults.

Let that deeper love mature.

Each day that love will become richer.

It will fill all nooks and crannies.

No one will ever be a bitch here.

Your devotion & respect is dandy.

You have a partner to share all with.

Someone to be there for you.

Overall, this is a precious gift.

Connecting all, love being the glue.—–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

Searching For Love

 

      Searching For Love

I fall in love every day, just a little bit.

Always with someone new.

I have only been looking for a fit.

Someone perfect,—- just like you.

It sounds fickle and a little conceited.

But, you are getting the wrong idea.

You see, it’s not all completed.

My plans—- for when I see ya.

I need someone who thinks like me.

Someone who wants the best.

Someone who always thinks free.

That person will pass my test.

What kind of test is that, you ask?

The quest to find a soulmate.

To find a love that will last.

Not one who is crow bate.

Call me a little bit odd.

Eccentric, is a word I hear alot.

I want a love approved by God.

A love that will fill the spot.

The one left when I made a wrong choice.

My love was true, but hers failed.

The disaster that followed can’t be voiced.

That’s what started me down this trail.

I keep searching for that ‘special’ one.

I know others are searching too.

Once found, there is no end to fun.

Neither of us will feel like a fool.

It is only a matter of prayer and time.

The right door will be opened to me.

I have faith I always keep in mind.

Once it happens, then all will see.—–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Natural Love

 

      Natural Love

Think of a love that flows.

It starts from a source.

Like how a river grows.

It gets bigger every day.

Like a river that’s on its way.

Sure, there are rough spots.

Like rapids along a rivers plot.

There are smooth, pleasant stretches.

Like a river without vexes.

It becomes strong as it flows along.

Like a river flowing strong.

It is a source of pleasure for others too.

Like a river raft trip for me and you.

It will come to a natural end.

Like a river, when, into the sea, it blends.

The love will then be all encompassing.

Like the sea. That is really something.

It is a ‘natural’ love, all for your mate.

If you both end up with this fate.

You will have heaven on earth.

The trip will be its greatest worth.

May this type of love come to you.

Then you will be in heaven on earth too.

————————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

 

 

 

 

Love In Vain

      Love In Vain

The table is set & dinner is ready.

The kids are staying with friends.

They are spending the night at Eddie’s.

I can’t wait for this evening to begin.

 

I patiently wait, but you don’t show.

This is our chance to make amends.

Another chance to make it a go.

To, finally be real,—- no pretends.

 

The dinner is being kept warm.

It is getting later by the hour.

My heart is slowly being torn.

It is wilting—- like a flower.

 

Must this night be ruined before it begins.

Like so many others before this.

This was going to be our time to make amends.

Instead, our relationship is sinking, like a ship.

I don’t want it to end this way.

I didn’t want it to end at all.

But, if you’ve found someone else for play.

I see the handwriting on the wall.

It looks like another night for my tears to fall.

 

It’s way too late. I put the dinner away.

I couldn’t eat.—- My heart wasn’t it.

I lie in bed, but I am wide awake.

My good mood is gone. I feel like s—t.

 

Finally, I hear you come in.

You slowly come up the stairs.

You smell of cigarettes and gin.

Tell your excuses to someone who cares.

 

I turn over and don’t say a thing.

You get undressed & slip into bed.

Soon, I hear your snores as they ring.

Then, the tears start falling from my head.

 

Must this night be ruined before it begins.

Like so many others before this.

This was going to be our time to make amends.

Instead, our relationship is sinking, like a ship.

I don’t want it to end this way.

I don’t want it to end at all.

But, if you’ve found someone else for play.

I see the handwriting on the wall.

It looks like another night my tears will fall.

————————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

 

 

Everlasting Love

 

      Everlasting Love

There was a time when fairies danced.

A time when Pixies had romance.

A time when unicorns ran free.

A time before there was you and me.

A time when magic was used to rule.

A time when dragons were really cool.

A time of wizards and dungeons.

A time of elves and munchkins.

A time of centaurs and dwarfs.

A time of mermaids and banshees, of course.

A magical world of witches and spells.

A time when, under bridges, trolls dwelled.

But, this time has come and gone.

Now called fiction & fantasy, along

with stories of knights in shining armor.

That time didn’t last for eternity.

Like the love you have for me.

We have the magic of love .

The blessings from God above.

Let our time go down in history.

Let it be known, it wasn’t a fantasy.

It was real and goes on and on.

Even though we may, eventually, be gone.

We will exist for eternity.

You, me, and God makes three.—-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Love Glow

 

      Love Glow

I want to see you glow.

I want you to steal the show.

The more things change,

the more they shine.

I want to hear

that you are mine.

The change in you

will make you glow.

When you’re in love

everyone will know.

 

Then you can shine, shine, shine.

Tell the world that you are mine.

I don’t care how many know.

For me, you are the only show.

 

I want to see you grow.

Let this new love of yours show.

The changes now have just begun.

Soon you will sparkle.

Then, I will know.

You’re love, I have won.

Like a rainbow,

all aglow.

Everyone will know.

You love your beau.

 

Then you can shine, shine, shine.

Tell the world that you are mine.

I don’t care how many know.

For me, you are the only show.———R. W. Johnson—–(2015)