August 2015 – Word Smith Wisdom

The Dragon Rider’s First Quest

The Dragon Rider’s First Quest

The Dragon Rider heard the news.

Some ‘baddies’ were abducting kids.

Selling them for money and booze.

They were sold to the highest bids.

His dragon knew when he did.

Their minds were melded as one.

He met the dragon where she hid.

There was a battle to be won.

He flew his dragon in the night.

They flew to where the ‘baddies’ were.

They knew what they did was right.

This would be brutal, they were sure.

They found the ‘baddies’ all tanked up.

Sitting around a small camp fire.

He had a tightness in his gut.

There would be no talking to the liars.

The dragon swooped down & screeched.

They looked up & were sprayed with fire.

They had no time to gain their feet.

Instant crispy critters & burned up liars.

Booze & a camp fire should cover it.

But, one witness saw the whole thing.

Word spread that a man on a dragon did it.

Who could believe a man on the wing?

The legend of The Dragon Rider had begun.

It spread like wild fire through the land.

This would not be the only battle he won.

He became known as The Dragon Man.

————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Rude Awakening

Rude Awakening

Someone keeps calling my name.

Is it the whispering of the wind?

Somehow, it doesn’t feel the same.

Is it a voice from deep within?

Someone keeps calling my name.

I see no one as I look around.

Sometimes, it drives me insane.

I hear it often. That same old sound.

Someone keeps calling my name.

Is it someone from my past?

I know that sounds a little lame.

Sometimes I feel harassed.

Someone keeps calling my name.

Is it a voice from up above?

If yes, there is much to gain.

I must handle it with gloves.

Someone keeps calling my name

I awake and look around.

“Get up for school, lame brain.”

My mom is who is making that sound.

—————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Avoiding Commitment

Avoiding Commitment

I am drifting free in the wind.

Nothing to anchor me from within.

You are chasing me where I go.

What you want, I just don’t know?

Perhaps you want to throw me a lifeline?

You will just have to bide your time.

Where I drift to, I do not know.

I am not putting on a show.

I am as free as the birds can be.

No permanent ties to anchor me.

I float around here and there.

Taking the best from everywhere.

Never touched by feelings of remorse.

I try to stay on a steady course.

My shields are up as I float along.

Not being hurt will keep me strong.

I am free as a form of defense.

Maybe this doesn’t make sense.

But, to be hurt is what I avoid.

I would rather stay in a void.

My emotions are tender and raw.

I can’t take a chance I might fall.

There is not enough trust out there.

I could be hurt almost anywhere.

Obviously, I have been hurt before.

I totally trusted & was hurt to the core.

This is my new way to cope with it.

Avoidance makes it worth the trip.

I am as free as the birds can be.

No permanent ties to anchor me.

I float around here and there.

Taking the best from everywhere.

Never touched by feelings of remorse.

I try to stay on a steady course.

My shields are up as I float along.

Not being hurt will keep me strong.

I never want to crash and burn.

Brought down by a lover’s yearn.

I stay superficial at all times.

To do less would be a crime.

I always keep the emotions intact.

I never commit a foolish act.

I stay free and flow with the wind.

If you don’t commit, there is no sin.

————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Waiting To Make A Move

Waiting To Make A Move

Well, I was moving & grooving with a friend of mine.

Thinking that maybe I should make her mine.

Things seem to go along o.k.

She is always willing to go and play.

Maybe there will come a time

when I can make a move and make her mine.

For now, just being friends with her

is more than enough to hope it may occur.

We blend together like bread and butter.

We would rather be together than with another.

She is supportive in every way.

The best friend I could have today.

I do not know if she would want to go further.

If she didn’t it would really be murder.

My emotions would be blown down like sitting ducks.

I would slip into a depression worse than a rut.

Maybe just friends is the way to go.

I know that is not quite the whole show.

But, it beats depression any day of the week.

Let the earth be inherited by the meek.

Meanwhile, I will bide my time.

Maybe get a clue if she would be mine.

Then I would know what to do next.

We could finally put the mystery to rest.

Things would then change for the better.

With improvements made to the letter.

More than a friend, more than a lover.

Someone I love as much as my mother.

A soulmate for the rest of my life.

I will wait,—- so there will be no strife.

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

Wrongly Accused

Wrongly Accused

You want revenge for a nasty act.

Though you don’t know who was at bat.

It was not me. The rumor mill lies.

Before I would do such a thing, I would die.

You want to crucify me on your anger.

For your revenge there is no languor.

I don’t blame you for being upset.

But, there is only one thing I regret.

You jumping to conclusions that are not true.

I was not the one who has did this to you.

I have no idea who it could have been?

Whoever did this was not a friend.

I would tell you who, if I only knew.

I can see what this is coming to.

I am being hung out to dry.

A scapegoat, hanging from a pole in the sky.

You will feel foolish when you see you’re wrong.

By then it will be too late. You came on too strong.

What we had will be totally destroyed.

Do not let this happen, I employ.

You’re not listening. You’re insane as a goose.

You’re mind is made up. You’re irrational side is loose.

There is no way to bring you back in.

Except to tell you I was with your best friend.

She can give testimony to this.

I know that is like a punch with a fist.

Caught between a rock and a hard place.

There is no other way to state my case.

I am damned if I tell the truth. Damned if I don’t.

Yet, I am innocent of it. To admit it, I won’t.

Either way I am screwed, blued, and tattooed.

Yet, I won’t confess to being so rude.

Being with your best friend isn’t what you think.

I got advice for a gift for you. I said with a wink.

You’re birthday is coming up real soon.

I wanted to surprise you with more than balloons.

Now, since you think it’s me, I feel like a goon.

Take time to think this through.

You will find I have been true blue.

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

Badly Burned

Burned Badly

He’s been down and out. No longer around.

He has not been seen around town.

He’s like a $2 novel without a cover.

Still,—– his story is like no other.

He was burned badly and didn’t recover.

An emotional burn is like no other.

He’d been dropped, stomped, the fire put out.

Yet, the pain continues. He feels like a no account.

She tore him every way but loose.

Ripped him up like the red caboose.

He didn’t have a prayer going in.

He was too trusting to ever win.

He gave her his heart and soul.

She torpedoed them like a soccer pro.

Kicking his heart all around.

Ripping his soul till it can’t be found.

He was only looking for a loving commitment.

She led him on then gave him a shipment.

A shipment of suffering and pain.

Since then, he has never been the same.

He did nothing to deserve what he got.

But, she nailed him when he was on the spot.

It is just the type of girl she is.

She’s a heart breaker, without any fizz.

She tore him every way but loose.

Ripped him up like a red caboose.

He didn’t have a prayer going in.

He was too trusting to ever win.

He gave her his heart and soul.

She torpedoed them like a soccer pro.

Kicking his heart around.

Ripping his soul till it can’t be found.

He is afraid to show affection again.

She has destroyed his desire to win.

He may never find the love of his life.

She gave him too much pain and strife.

He has withdrawn to within himself.

Almost catatonic. Nothing can be felt.

He will never be hurt like that again.

Nothing touches him when he is within.

———————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Defense For Summertime Blues

Defense For Summertime Blues

It’s summertime and time to have fun.

I can’t stay long. I have to run.

I have money in my wallet.

It’s for a swinging weekend . Just call it.

Whatever you want for a good time.

Excluding drugs, alcohol, or any type of crime.

I know, I know. You have heard it before.

Yet,—- I am going out the door.

If it’s a yes,—- get a move on.

If it’s no,—-then I am gone.

I’ve gotta jet. Life is waiting.

I don’t have time for debating.

I know you have heard it all before.

But, this time I mean it to my core.

I am ready to rock and roll.

So come on. Get ready to go.

We will find some swinging hot spot.

We will have a blast. Believe it or not.

What brought about this change in me?

It is summertime. Time to be free.

I feel good when the weather is warm.

The nights are nice & the fields are full of corn.

After the club, time for a moonlit ride.

The top will be down with you by my side.

The wind will whistle through our hair.

The stars will be out everywhere.

We will pull over in a cozy little spot.

There will be necking, like it or not.

But, I all ready know you like it too.

After all, it is the popular thing to do.

Next day, we may go to the beach.

I know some mouth to mouth I can teach.

Later, we can go on a hay ride.

Or, stay there and listen to the tide.

Anything will be a blast with you.

The best defense for the summertime blues.

———————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

Love Potion By Words

Love Potion By Words

Men: Don’t let this happen to you.

Women using it think it is cool.

Certain spoken words does the trick.

You will fall for the one using it.

No, it’s not Voodoo, or the like.

So don’t let that make you uptight.

Our brains are hard wired to respond.

The words trigger hormones, then we’re gone.

We are smitten without even a clue.

Never let this happen to you.

It is spreading. More women now know.

This takes all the fun out of the show.

You go down without a fighting chance.

It can be done with hardly a glance.

Are we men or are we mice?

Decide now. No time to think twice.

Do not fall under this deceptive spell.

You could end up in a living hell.

Much more potent than Love Potion # 9.

Except, this only works on men this time.

Does any man know similar words for women?

We need help before we make a decision.

What is good for the goose should be for the gander.

We have to defend ourselves like a man here.

Don’t tempt fate saying you are immune.

Before you know it, you will be consumed.

God, help us. Be our friend.

Women are NOT supposed to lord it over men.

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

The Two Poles

The Two Poles

He set up two tall poles, a distance apart.

I said “What is this? A new type of art??”

He said “No, this will rate the winner.”

“Excuse me, did you say winter??”

“No, I said it will rate the winner.”

“I don’t get it. The winner of what?” He said “Don’t you feel it in your gut??”

“The winner of life, guts, and glory.”

“What are you talking about?? It sounds gory.”

“One pole is the center of all things.”

“The other one gives you wings.”

“You’re talking way over my head.”

“One is life. The other one, you’re dead.”

“I don’t think I’m following what you said.”

“All things end in death or life.”

“This will rate how you fought the fight.”

“Exactly how will it do that” I muttered.

“What? It’s as plain as day” he uttered.”

“This pole has a snake on top”

“All who look at it will live. It’s the rock.”

“The other pole is just a big stake.”

He said “To look at it is a mistake.”

He stated “Life is the race.”

“ At the end are the stakes”

“Now, does it make sense to you??”

I said “Yes, indeed it do.”———R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

The Fog

The Fog

A mysterious fog appeared in the evening.

The kind that makes you think of people grieving.

Funny noises were heard coming from the fog.

Screeches, scraping, gurgling, like from a bog.

A friend went outside to check it out .

He didn’t come back. He was nowhere about.

We were In a log cabin in the woods.

Lights front and back only lit up what it could.

We looked out all of the windows.

We only saw fog. It gave us chills.

Suddenly, all the lights went out.

We were scared, as we looked about.

We found a lantern and got it lit.

The dog was barking. Throwing a fit.

We heard some thumping on the door.

Then a loud crash , and we heard no more.

There were 3 of us still in the cabin.

We were all afraid of what would happen.

We lit a fire in the fireplace real quick.

We locked all windows & doors. Candles were lit.

Then the moaning outside began.

The girls said ”Check it out. Be the man.”

“I’m not going out there. I swear.”

“There is something totally wrong out there.”

“Why is there a fog in the middle of summer?”

“All that noise out there is a real bummer.”

“I think maybe we entered the Twilight Zone.”

“Oh, be real, will you. Where is your phone?”

“We don’t have a land phone. No cell service either.”

“My wife wanted to be secluded. Do you want to beat her?”

A scream came from behind the cabin.

It sounded like a bunch of man men.

We were all really getting shook up.

I was feeling a cramp in my gut.

“Don’t you even have a TV?”

“Yes, but the power is off, you see.”

“Let me out of here!!”, & one girl ran out.

She was gone before we could even shout.

It was quiet for a short spell.

Then, she screamed & started yelling ‘help!’

I grabbed my rifle and a few shells.

“If it comes in I’ll blow it to hell.”

“If what comes in” she said.

“Whatever wants to make us dead.”

Then there began a shaking.

Like an earthquake in the making.

It stopped and we looked outside.

No more fog. Nowhere to hide.

We went outside and found nothing.

Our friends were gone. We started cussing.

“What the hell just happened here?”

“I have no idea. Just give me a beer.”

We never found out another thing.

We were afraid what it all would bring.

We told the law the friends left for town.

They never came back. They were nowhere around.

The law made a missing persons search.

They never got a single alert.

The mystery has never been solved.

We wouldn’t mention the fog, we avowed.

———————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)