April 2015 – Word Smith Wisdom

Side Streets

Side Streets

Time rolls along down the main highway of life.

Here, we face happiness, also, our strife.

Yet, there are many things we learn and say

that we didn’t pick up along the main highway.

It seems there are many side streets.

Some that offer us many treats.

They may or may not be best for us.

I guess it depends on who you trust.

Other side streets offer adventure.

But, we may find, if we venture

down these streets, we get off course.

To get back, it may take force.

A force of will to overcome.

Overcoming is hard for some.

Yet, to reach our full potential,

It will be far from uneventful.

We may be following a goal.

So, we have some idea which way to go.

But, to reach our destiny,

we must resist trips down side streets, you see.

Side streets are not always named.

Going down them, we could be maimed.

Walk with pride but, with wisdom too.

Learn from your mistakes. Learn to be true.

True to yourself in every way.

Just take it day by day.

In the end you’ll know who you are.

Your destiny is fulfilled when you are your own star.

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

Only By Faith

Only By Faith

Two shots ring out in the dark.

One of them has pierced her heart.

We don’t need the Bible to know.

Something is wrong with this show.

Two young lovers walking along.

They were happy, singing a song.

When this tragedy struck one dead.

There was nothing to be said.

Months later, the police had a suspect.

Mistake in identity was his regret.

He intended for it to be someone else.

It doesn’t change how we all felt.

We wanted blood, mainly his.

He needs the death penalty for all this.

Life goes on for us without her.

Nothing really makes it better, for sure.

There has got to be a better way.

People are being killed every day.

Wasted lives, snuffed out when young.

Never knowing what they would become.

Are we to forgive the person who kills our love one?

Does that make it better, like it had never begun?

It takes a deep agape love to understand this.

Otherwise, there is no sense even being remiss.

Without agape love, the death penalty is it.

Still,—– nothing will ever let you forget.

A type of hate festers and grows.

Nothing will cool it. that’s how it goes.

The end result is a loss all around.

There has to be holier ground.

The fact that God can take away all hate & bitterness.

Is a miracle beyond words, least we forget.

I pray that I am never faced with such a thing.

By faith alone, can one’s feelings bring

any kind of conciliation for such a heinous act.

Totally trusting in God is where it is at.

———————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

What’s Your Destiny?

What’s Your Destiny?

What is a person’s destiny?

Can it be known at a person’s birth?

Whatever the circumstances can be.

Can affect what a man is worth.

But, each man has the power

to make his own destiny.

When he has reached his darkest hour,

he may choose the path to be free.

Be he a great person or a failure.

The choice was his to make.

He can be a hero or live in a trailer.

He can be kind or a nasty fake.

He can love others like himself.

Or despise everyone he meets.

He can whip himself with belts.

Doing penitence in his grief.

What type of person are you?

Do you think of your destiny?

Have you really thought it through?

Or, are you blinded by misery?

There is a destiny available to all.

One anyone would be proud to have.

Just answer His beaconed call.

Eternal life in heaven is not so bad.

Yet, we are all given a choice.

We all have free will.

It is time to raise your voice.

You have a destiny to fill.

————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

“The Terror”

“The Terror”

The wind blows across the ice floes.

The ship is frozen in solid. It’s as far as it goes.

This Northwest Passage is impossible to sail.

We just sit here and hear the wind wail.

We have been frozen in for two months.

There is not enough food to eat lunch.

We are down to one meal a day.

There is no more food on the way.

A decision must be reached.

Some one has to go for relief.

Set out across the frozen waste.

They must travel with much haste.

So, a few were selected to Make the trek

They may die but, what the heck.

To not go means death for sure.

To be frozen is not an attractive lure.

There are rumors about ‘The Terror.’

The name given to something out there.

It can be heard out on the frozen waste.

Waiting, to have a human to taste.

No one knows just what it looks like.

Some kind of pre-historic, ugly type.

Something big with very sharp teeth.

It is hungry for something to eat.

The rescue team has gone away.

Yet, “The Terror,’ seems to stay.

We don’t know if we will last

We keep guard from the mast.

Time drags on and we grow weaker.

Soon,—– we will meet the creature.

We say our prayers and make our peace.

We’ll do all we can to avoid its teeth.

One man from the rescue team survived.

Help was sent. Hoping to find them alive.

Every man they found on board was dead.

Ripped apart and eaten alive, it was said.

A Northwest Passage was never found.

Every ship would be frozen or run aground

in the most severe conditions known to man.

Not to mention, “The Terror,” still rules that land.

————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Spring Cleaning In The Winter

Spring Cleaning In The Winter

I see what to do, now that I’ve been here.

It’s time for spring cleaning in the winter.

Out with all those old bad moods.

All they do is make me lose.

Out with hatred and jealousy.

I can make her fall for me.

It is time to do away with the grudges.

They cripple me up so that I need crutches.

Time to stop the inferior feelings.

They can leave my body tingling.

Time to make room for more love.

Think of the type sent from above.

Clean up my act inside and out.

No time to sit around and pout.

Be a complimentary gentleman.

Women are always mentally thin.

Be the best that I can be.

I’m not talking about the ARMY, you see.

After the cleaning, I’m ready for spring.

And all the loving it can bring.

My mind is open, my heart is to.

Now,—– all I need is you.

———————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Love Never Grows Old

Love Never Grows Old

Tell me, are my eyes still blue?

My hair is gray, just like you.

Do my lips still taste the same?

Despite all the aches and pains,

I still love you like I always did.

I have loved you since we were kids.

My skin is dry and wrinkled.

I have problems when I tinkle.

Liver spots are now quite common.

My favorite food is now Top Ramon.

I have to take my time when I walk.

My legs look like 2 pieces of chalk.

Yet, my heart is still aflame.

Just the mention of your name

can get my heart to flutter.

You excite me like no other.

Many seasons have come and gone.

If I had known I’d live so long,

I would have kept in better shape.

That way, I could still have my cake.

But, never cake without the frosting.

I know how much it is costing.

For you are the frosting on my cake.

You have been since the very first date.

I have grown old but, I don’t feel blue.

Why?—– Because I still have you.

———————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

The Watchers

The Watchers

I was walking down a country road.

Enjoying the view, resting my load.

Then, I looked up in the sky.

A UFO caught my eye.

It came slowly down.

Then hovered, just off the ground.

I went over for a closer look.

I heard a rumble & the ground shook.

A blue light came down & covered me.

Next, I was in the air above the trees.

I was taken up inside the ship.

Next I knew, I was in, like a slip.

Three big eyed creatures surrounded me.

Big head, no ears, & a slit of a mouth, you see.

They were short, about three feet tall.

They spoke inside my head. What gall.

Mental telepathy, it seemed to be.

They wanted to know all about me.

I wanted to know about them to.

There was nothing I could do.

After awhile, I was communicating well.

They understood all, from what I could tell.

They said they have observed our race for a millennium.

They wondered why we couldn’t get it in our craniums.

A pretense for violence is wrong.

We could all end up dead and totally gone.

Self annihilation, they think it is called.

I asked them about their cattle mutilations?

They said it was another alien nation.

There is more than us who are watchers.

I said too bad they weren’t helpful, like doctors.

A treaty in place prevents direct intervention.

Although, this did not reduce the tension.

I wondered what was the sense of it all?

Most races wanted earth to answer the call.

What call are you referring to?

The call to join the universal community pool.

To be one race among the many others.

That stretch across the galaxies, one to another.

Many, many planets have races that are coming of age.

They will soon be ready to join the universal stage.

To obtain this we must stop warring with our fellow man.

At least, that is the general plan.

All races seem to reach a point in their growth

where they will self destruct or overcome & promote

the wellbeing of everyone and all others.

Think of everyone as a sister or brother.

Then, they are ready to leave their earth.

To expand into space, for what it is worth.

To become part of the universal community.

To live in peace and harmony.

That final step is up to us

Does the human race have the stuff?

All we can do is wait and see.

The ‘watchers’ hope we will learn to be free.

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

A Dream, Or Real?

A Dream, Or Real?

I had a dream, or was it real?

Either a nightmare, or the real deal.

I saw the future. It was a mess.

Nothing was moving, as you might guess.

I saw a city. All grey and black.

Most buildings destroyed where they sat.

Was it a bomb? Maybe a tragic fire?

It was a horrible sight. I’m not a liar!

All forests were burned to the ground.

There was nothing left around.

All fields and farms destroyed.

I was starting to get annoyed.

Who could have done this terrible thing?

Was it something nature could bring?

Was there a war? It was so wide spread.

I could not even see any dead.

The sea looked like it was boiling.

What is it that is uncoiling?

I looked at the mountains. They were bare.

It was like I was floating in the air.

Looking down on damnation.

Redemption was on vacation.

Everywhere I could think of, I went.

I saw nothing. What was this event?

The end of all we have known, for sure.

Did it happen because of the way we were?

Is this what’s left after Jesus second coming?

If so, there is no place you could be running.

When this happened there was nothing but death.

Be very, very glad it hasn’t happened yet.

Was it a dream, or will it end up being real?

I guess it depends on who’s at the wheel.

——————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

The Home Coming

The Home Coming

Coming back home, where the oak trees grow.

Where the foothills thrive & rivers flow.

Where the mountains start their upward climb.

Where I left that love of mine.

Look at the changes that have happened here.

The small town has grown more than I feared.

The old homestead is still standing.

Sometimes, it isn’t easy understanding

why I ever left this little bit of heaven.

I guess my bread needed more leaven.

I needed to rise to the occasion.

Which I did, without hesitation.

All of that is behind me now.

Time to hitch the horses & get behind the plow.

Time to make a life here again for me.

Time to see if my old love is still free.

She hadn’t heard yet I was back in town.

She was surprised when I came around.

She threw herself into my arms.

I was aware of all of her charms.

She told me she thought I had died.

I said “No, I am very much alive.”

I told her I was surprised she had waited for me.

She told me that wasn’t how it was, you see.

She had dated many men. But, no one filled the bill.

Only I could ever give her a thrill.

I said I felt the same about her.

No one could replace her. That’s for sure.

So, our romance, that had been put on hold

began again. Like a whirlwind, we rode.

It led to our marriage and a family.

We made a go of this farm & its shanty.

We have a beautiful spread we call home.

Three fine kids and a life they have grown

to love each and every day. In every way.

The time will come for them to go away.

Hopefully, like I did, they will return.

Heart in hand for the one they yearn.

May their desires turn out as well as mine.

But, that will all happen at another time.

————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

She Wasn’t My Type

She Wasn’t My Type

Her skin was alabaster & her eyes were blue.

She could win your heart by looking at you.

Her hair was long & blonde, like the sun.

You knew for sure that she would be more fun.

But, she wasn’t my type.

Friends asked me “What’s wrong with you?”

“She has really been looking at a few”

“You’re the one she has been looking at the most.”

“Yet, you ignore her like she was a ghost.”

But, she wasn’t my type.

She seemed as friendly as can be.

She even moseyed right up to me.

She had a great personality.

She was everything you could want her to be

But, she wasn’t my type.

She would laugh and joke and carry on.

She acted like this was where she belonged.

There were people enchanted by her.

She seemed an angel to them, for sure.

But, she wasn’t my type.

My best friend said “Tell me now.”

“She is not big, like a cow.”

“She has a body that won’t quit.”

“How can you turn down that trick?”

I said “She’s my sister.”

————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)