Month: March 2015

Life

 

      Life

There is only one way out and one way in.

If you find your way in, can you get out?

If you can’t get out, you’re stuck within.

There must be a way to work it out?

There are mirrors that show your sin.

Don’t just stare, or start to pout.

Find your way out. Time is slim.

You have got to work it out.

You’ll be stumped again & again.

Don’t waste time nosing around the grout.

There is only one way you can win.

Face your fears head on while you’re about.

To look deep within is not a sin.

Keep on working till you figure it out.

Be brave, like other women and men.

It takes time to find the right route.

You can’t always end up with a win.

That is what it is all about.

A learning process that comes from within.

When you succeed, it will all work out.

—————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

Did She Fool Ya?

 

      Did She Fool Ya?

You met her & you thought you found.

The first person to tie you down.

So, you said I do and then you found.

It was something much more profound!

Did she fool ya?

 

First the changes came on small.

A little at a time and that was all.

You have to walk after you crawl.

You were blinded after the fall.

Did she fool ya?

 

Then, the changes became more bold.

You were told, “Do as you’re told.”

She was something to behold.

As her plans began to unfold.

Did she fool ya?

 

She had you sitting in a chair.

As she proceeded to cut your hair.

You looked in the mirror and got a scare.

You’ll have to look like this everywhere.

Did she fool ya?

 

Next she changed what used to be you.

She got new clothes that you never knew.

Dressed you up like some kind of fool.

Then you were told just what to do.

Did she fool ya?

 

Last, she tried to change who you are.

When she tried that she went to far.

So you left and jumped in the car.

No one changes who you are

She didn’t fool ya.———R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

 

The Magic Of Spring

 

      The Magic Of Spring

It’s that time of year again.

When flowers bloom and children grin.

Spring has sprung once more.

Spend more time outside the door.

Love is usually in the air.

Find yourself some time to spare.

Take a stroll and smell the roses.

Don’t get stung. Watch where your nose is.

Hear the birdies chirp.

See the bees, how hard they work,.

Everything is green and fresh.

Get your worries off your chest.

Enjoy the mood of spring fever.

Don’t even think that you may leave her.

It is a time for love, not loss.

Treat her right, at all cost.

Take a nature walk with her.

Let nature ruffle her fur.

She will fall to its deceptive ways.

She will be romantic for many days.

Call it splendor in the grass.

Just as long as it will last.

Give her a bouquet of wild flowers.

Laugh and dance with her in April showers.

Enjoy your lives while you are young.

A time when love can be such fun.

Yes, spring has sprung again.

This time around, her heart, you’ll win.

This will be your favorite time of year.

So, don’t hold back. There is nothing to fear.

——————————————R. W., Johnson—–(2015)

Frogmania

      Frogmania

In the land before time.

There was a frog who was a mime.

Eons passed, and he was still around.

He still did mimes & played a clown.

Finally, here comes modern times.

Where is that frog who mime’s?

I saw him on the WB.

Doing commercials for the network, see.

He wears a top hat & has a cane.

But, his act is much the same.

He jumps and dances around.

He kind of looks like a little clown.

What has this world come to?

Where a frog can entertain you.

But, a lot of animals are stars today.

Not much left for us to say.

Animals have moved up the chain.

While humans have become too vain.

If you are entertained by a talking frog.

How much longer till you’re in a fog.

Unable to think for yourself.

An organic robitoid, with a little wealth.

You’ll probably be a liberal without thought.

Look around and see what you have wrought

Bring back the frog who was a mime.

At least, he was quiet all of the time.—-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

 

 

Old Before Your Time

      Old Before Your Time

Girl, you’re gone again.

You are out of town.

You are not with men.

But, you aren’t slowing down.

 

You are busy all the time.

Always up to something new.

If a little of that time was mine.

I could be happy too.

 

Our dates are few, at best.

You have to fit me in.

I don’t even have to guess.

It’s up to you. I can’t win.

 

I always wish that you were mine.

That all you did was with me.

I have only one fear on my mind.

it is something that just could be.

That you’ll grow old before your time.

Then, it will be too late for me.

 

You are booked up for two weeks.

Beyond that, you are not sure.

You always have these promises to keep.

Time goes by so fast, it’s just a blur.

 

You say you want to make the time.

But, obligations get in the way.

Maybe, sometime, the time, you will find.

You will have to find another way.

 

If not, I may decide for you.

I have free time on my hands.

‘The Devil’s Workshop’ hype may be true.

I’ll find another with whom I can make plans.

 

I always wish that you were mine.

That all you did was with me.

I have only one fear on my mind.

it is something that just could be.

That you’ll grow old before your time.

Then, it will be too late for me.—R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

 

 

 

Geezer

      Geezer

People tend to call me old Geezer now.

Formally known as Stud Muffin. WOW!!

Back in the day, I was ‘The Man!’

I had girls all across this land.

Most guys wanted to be me.

Don Juan had nothing on me, you see.

My black book was a valuable tool.

I kept it locked up. I was no fool.

I would have a girl on each end of town.

And be dating one from the middle ground.

I had a line that wouldn’t quit.

Girls would line up, just to hear it.

Saturday night, I would turn on the charm.

I’d have two girls. One on each arm.

So it was through high school and college.

Guys were envious, without my knowledge.

I never really settled down.

My reputation spread all over town.

I tried marriage once, but separated.

Later, she cut me loose. I was elated.

As I aged, I lost my mojo.

I started slipping. I was a no go.

I was getting old and set in my ways.

I dreamed a lot of my younger days.

Eventually, I became an old Geezer.

My love life was in the freezer.

Till Viagra came along.

Now, I sing a different song.

I ache in the places where I used to play.

But, a fire still burns under all this gray.

Thanks to Viagra, I can now say.

This old Geezer is ready to play.—–Look out. I’m back!!

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

 

 

The Bitter Truth

 

      The Bitter Truth

Things have really gotten wild.

She wanted money for an unborn child.

People have sold their soul for success.

just to get ahead of all the rest.

 

People have thought they found a way.

To exploit others in every way, every day.

The mighty dollar rules all thought.

To get rich is all they have sought.

 

It seems honest ways are forgotten.

They are so corrupt, they are rotten.

They’d  rob their mother to get ahead.

They won’t be missed when they are dead.

 

Jail time doesn’t detour them much.

They just scheme more to make the bucks.

They will switch to ‘white collar crimes.’

They will work at home. They have time.

 

Is nothing anymore on the up and up?

Can you be sure they’re not out to make a buck?

What you would say: By hook or crook.

Opportunity for many is all it took.

 

Is society responsible for this downward turn?

Is it the destruction of the family unit, of concern?

Things just aren’t like the ‘good old days’.

When most people were honest at work or play

 

You didn’t have to lock your doors.

People respected your private hoard.

There was almost no ‘white collar crime.’

If you did the job, you did the time.

 

Things are on a downhill roll.

Things will get lower than low.

When we hit bottom it will be over.

We will be pushing up daises & clover.

 

There is no recovery in sight.

Start praying with all your might.

There is little else you can do.

The end is coming for me and you.-

———————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Local Deaths Bring On Thoughts

      Local Deaths Bring On Thoughts

“What was that?” I said in shock.

“I heard a bang that shook the cot.”

After 6 bodies were found in just 5 days.

I had been scared in many ways.

In this quiet, agricultural town.

Usually, there is not much going down.

There hasn’t been a murder in some time.

Now, there seems to be all kinds.

One was killed in a shootout with police.

A winery owner killed his investor with a shot.

Then, with police chasing, about to be caught.

He committed suicide on a whim.

Saved us the money of a trial for him.

Two older folks were found.

Dead in their apartment. Neither was bound.

The woman died about 3 weeks ago.

She was sitting up, fully clothed.

The man had been dead about a week.

Naked, lying on the floor near her seat.

Then, a man about 56 years old.

Was found naked, dead, and cold.

He was found kneeling in a freezer.

Weird way to go, even for a geezer.

He had been in there for some time.

I have no idea what was on his mind.

These things all happening in a week.

Is kind of scary, the rest of us think.

It’s another indication of ‘the end of time.’

‘It will wrap up soon’, is on my mind.

God’s presence is slowly being withdrawn.

Satan is running rampant among the fallen.

“REPENT!!, REPENT!!” time is very short.

When the angels make their report.

Make sure your record is washed clean.

By the blood of the lamb, I mean.

Then, no matter what happens next.

You are saved for eternal life, I’ll bet.

There won’t be death or killings then.

A perfect world, like ours should have been.

And a perfect universe without an end.

—————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

The E-Mail Routine

 

      The E-Mail Routine

Waiting for an E-Mail from you.

How long till you shoot one through?

A little antiquated, to be sure.

It is the way things always were.

 

I could chat with you on Facebook.

I could take a second look.

Check my phone for a text.

See if any calls came in, next.

 

But, the way it always is.

An E-Mail saying: This one is his.

I fight the ad’s to search for it.

I will search & never quit.

 

It is ‘old fashioned’ to be sure.

A way not used much, as it were.

Still it is faster than a letter.

Maybe archaic times were better.

 

It gave you something to look forward to.

Yet, a letter, sent from me to you.

Would take forever to be delivered.

That idea has really withered.

 

Not to mention the cost of stamps.

it would cost my shirt and pants.

No, an E-Mail is fine for now.

If I only receive one, somehow.

 

Sometimes they are like a small book.

Other times, read, with one quick look.

No matter how short or how long.

It lets me know I still belong.

 

Belong on your long list of friends.

Ones you write to without depends.

It doesn’t depend on if I write you first.

You will still write. It’s like a curse.

 

But, it is a blessing for me.

Because I finally hear from you, you see.

That gives me much pleasure and joy.

Better than getting a brand new toy.

 

Then I will set right down.

Peck out an answer then turn around.

Send it on its way first.

Before going to quench my thirst.

 

Next day there I am.

Waiting for an E-Mail again.

So it goes each and every day.

It leaves me little time to play.—R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

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The Way It Went Down

 

      The Way It Went Down

It was time to try again.

Another woman. Where to begin?

I stammered out a few words.

I wasn’t sure if she had heard.

So, I repeated them again.

“You’re approach is pretty thin”

I said “What do you mean?”

“I have heard it all before”

“You’re not the first. But, you’re local lore.”

“Some bartender flappin his jaws.” I said.

“They exaggerate the women I’ve taken to bed”

“You can only believe half of what you hear.”

“Why don’t you let me buy you a beer?”

“You don’t give up easily, I’ll say that.”

“What makes you think I’ll fall for that?”

“We both are here, so, why pretend.”

“We will probably never be here again.”

She laughed at that and said “Why not.”

I smiled & thought ‘I will give it all I’ve got.’

We started talking while sharing a drink.

“Had ya going”, she said with a wink.

I laughed and nodded my head.

“I hope you weren’t scared with that talk of bed.”

She said it wasn’t the first time it’s been heard

“Sometimes, it’s more common than a cuss word.”.

We both laughed and continued to talk.

I found out  about her whole life’s walk.

I told her quite a bit about myself.

She said. “Time to come down off the shelf.”

“What do you mean?”, as I hid a belch.

“You’re up there like a well read book.”

“Time to come down & take a second look.”

“What is it you really want from life?”

“I hope that doesn’t make you uptight.”

“I hadn’t really thought about it before.”

“Most last one night, till she walks out the door.”

“Are you saying you’re looking for a relationship?”

“I guess I am,—– come to think of it.”

“That takes commitment on your part & hers.”

“That would be a ‘new book’ that’s for sure.”

Well, you can guess where this conversation went.

I am not sure if she hooked me or if I wanted to vent.

But, we connected in a way that never happened before.

When we left, we were together as we went out the door.

Years later, we still haven’t been apart.

Fill in the blanks. We each did our part.

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