Bearmares
She is over here.
She is over there.
She is everywhere.
I turn left.
I turn right.
There she is.
Within my sight.
I can’t flee.
Can’t you see?
She’ll find me.
I can’t be free.
She is here.
She is there.
She is in my hair.
She’s at my table.
She’s in my bed.
I can’t be free.
She’s in my head.
You don’t care.
Because I’m a bear.
She is Goldielocks.
Well, just don’t stare.
—–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)
Little Things
Sitting here thinking about what to do.
Then started thinking about me and you.
In most ways we are like any other.
You’re my wife, my friend, my lover.
We disagree on certain subjects.
You like cartoons. I like the Muppets.
I continued to reminisce about us.
There were times when I wanted to cuss.
But, the experience of life with you
Is an overall pleasure I could do.
I would never want it any other way.
All those little things that make up a day.
Like the Bobby Goldsboro song:
“Little Things,” it’s what belongs.
It makes up why I love you.
I know it is why you love me to.
Little things that belong to just us.
What we share without a fuss.
It all makes life with you a gift.
One I could never resist.
It has made us who we are.
Let it shine like the northern star.
For those who are just starting out.
The little things is what it is all about.
It’s the glue that holds it all together.
Even through the stormy weather.
Little things; I salute you.
You are what has brought us through.
————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)
Shattered Love
To see you standing with him there
was almost more than I could bare.
We had something not long ago.
This hurt me more than you could know.
I cried my eyes out over you.
The night you told me we were through.
He is probably the reason why.
Remembering, I feel like I could die.
I have heard you call him your soulmate.
He was ‘the one’ after only one date.
That doesn’t say a lot for me.
I tried for months to make you see.
We were soulmates, but not so for you.
I wondered what else could I do?
It seems my love was all in vain.
To you it was only just a game.
I had no hint you felt this way.
Until the night of that awful day.
The emotional pain is so extreme,
I feel like all I can do is scream.
Some friends say I should beat his ass.
But, that would show very little class.
I guess all I can do is find another.
Hard to do with my heart in the gutter.
Wounds from love are slow to heal.
The scars remain as part of the deal.
Trust issues will still remain.
Makes it hard for an honest game.
But, if I can find someone who is true.
I will cherish her more than I did you.
————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)
Private Love, Not Public
We had been on a few dates.
I felt I wanted you for my mate.
It was time to make a move.
I decided to put on the ‘smooth.’
I wanted to bring you into my world.
What a shock to see it went viral.
You put my ‘smooth moves’ online.
Now everyone knows my line.
I wanted it to be private & special.
Not be a soapbox intellectual.
It destroyed the intimacy of it.
It made me feel I want to quit.
I thought we would be a pair.
Admired by others everywhere.
Now I am a internet star.
The ‘Don Juan’ of lovers afar.
What I said was only for you.
I hoped you would think so too.
But, you’ve made me a social star.
Our love is over due to the scar.
It can never recover from a hit like this.
Our love is as good as a miss.
It has no place on the social media.
Basically, it has shown I don’t need ya.
I think for my type of romance
The old days had the best chance.
You need a lover who puts on a show.
One who will let all the world know.
As for me, I am the private type.
I am not fond of all the hype.
You go your way & I’ll go mine.
Maybe we’ll meet again sometime.
———————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)