Month: September 2016

A Fight To The End

           A Fight To The End

The guns kept firing night and day.

The war was over, but they will not obey.

They will never surrender their will.

They will fight and continue to kill.

They are free and will stay that way.

Better to die than give that away.

They have their God and their religion.

Their dove of peace won’t be a pidgin.

There is no white flag above their door.

They are dedicated to their very core.

Guerrilla fighters, they’ve been called.

They fight at night and in the fog.

They do all that they can do

to not surrender, like a common fool.

Their spirit is strong. Their cause is true.

They are fighting for me and you.

True, they see no end in sight.

Still they battle with all their might.

They must be admired for their zest.

They will give all for their quest.

Women and children will fight too.

There is nothing they won’t do for you.

Who are these fearless fighters, I say?

They are those who want a better way.

They are known by their cause.

They want better overalls.

————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

One Of These Days

 

   One Of These Days

One of these days.

I will write my memoirs.

I will try to really say

how it really was.

I will try to lay it on the line.

How I felt deep inside.

Talk of times that were fine.

Talk of offspring with pride.

Mention the bad times too.

Times I would like to forget.

Yet, they were part of me & you.

Times I can’t really regret.

 

One of these days.

I will really reminisce.

Talk of the different ways

things changed to progress.

There is much to be said.

It all happened along the way.

It wasn’t all in my head.

It was just any old kind of day.

Except for all we did and said.

We had fun in different ways.

Vows were respected when we wed.

They were called the good old days.

 

One of these days.

I will set the story straight.

Open the eyes of all who stay.

Pull up a seat and don’t be late.

If you have wondered about the past?

Often thought about those times.

Wondered why they didn’t last?

I will tell the truth this time.

Tell just how it all happened.

What brought an end to the good old days.

I won’t vary it a fraction.

The reason is hard to understand today.

 

One of these days.

One of these days.

————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

 

 

The Car Wash

                The Car Wash

They say it’s all happening at the zoo.

I can’t say that is totally true.

It’s happening at the car wash too.

There is so much there to see and do.

The water sprays out and soaks the car.

You’re not moving, but stay where you are.

Next, big brushes scrub car and wheels.

Soap is sprayed on and makes it squeal.

Then, here comes the water again.

Sprays all clean beginning to end.

Then some wax is sprayed on.

Then, just like that, it is gone.

You’re moved forward into a blast of air.

It dries your car with time to spare.

All of this takes minimal time.

Quicker than this poem can rhyme.

Off you go with a shinny clean car.

No doubt, it will rain before you get far.

————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

Day And Night

Day And Night

It was a day.

It was a day.

Oh, what a day.

I came to play.

It was today.

Oh, what a day.

In the end,

 I had to stay.

It was a day.

Oh, what a day.

 

It was a night.

Oh, what a night.

It was this night.

We were a sight.

Oh, what a night.

We didn’t fight.

We got it right.

I had to stay.

Oh, what a night.

Now, it’s every night.

R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

The King’s Assassin

           The King’s Assassin

 

He sat, back leaning against a tree.

Polishing the metal of his weaponry.

His metal mesh vest was spotless.

He was thorough. He did not miss.

Yet, he would soon smear it all with mud.

Cut down glare as much as he could.

Some called him a killer, some a knight.

When he killed, he did it right.

He was the king’s secret assassin.

None knew his skills. They didn’t ask him.

He worked mostly at night when dark.

None knew he was around. He was smart.

It was always those who needed killing.

They were well protected, but he was willing.

He did his job and he did it well.

His victim died before he could yell.

He was highly skilled in all known weaponry.

His hand to hand skills were the best you would see.

No matter how hard, he didn’t back down.

He was paid well. That’s why he stayed around.

No one knew his real name.

He had no friends. He had no fame.

Nothing he did was ever tied to him.

He remained a common man so he could win.

Anomaly was one of his best tools.

He only followed his own rules.

He never got close to anyone.

Always paranoid, he trusted no one.

He was almost assassinated while doing a job.

To him, that was extremely odd.

He went all out to find out who it was.

They were hired by someone, was the buzz.

Through very crafty detective work,

he tracked down the little twerp.

It turned out to be a female.

His attack on her did not fail.

But, first he found out who hired her.

Before long, they were dead for sure.

This was the life of The King’s secret assassin.

He remains alone. That is his passion.

He has standards that he follows.

All of his own making. They are not hollow.

They are all to keep him alive.

Keep it so his business will thrive.

He is the best at what he does.

Yet, he had to sacrifice who he was.

————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

 

 

Co- Dependent?

            Co Dependent??

 

I needed you then. I need you now.

You could always show me how.

You would show me a better way.

That’s why I wanted you to stay.

 

Time has passed, but little changed.

I tell you truly, I still feel the same.

As usual, you have much work to do.

I know you will help me see it through.

 

I wanted more. From the very start.

You reigned me in. It’s quite an art.

You kept me from becoming a fool.

That is why I will always need you.

You rule my very soul.

I pray you’ll never go.

Without you, I would be lost.

I want you near at any cost.

 

You never asked a thing in return.

You acted as if you weren’t concerned.

I am willing to do all you need.

It has always been my creed.

 

But, that’s not how I want it to be.

You mean so very much to me.

All I do is done in love from my heart.

That’s why I wish we will never  part.

 

I wanted more from the very start.

You reigned me in. It’s quite an art.

You kept me from becoming a fool.

That is why I will always need you.

You rule my very soul.

I pray you’ll never go.

Without you, I would be lost.

I want you near at any cost.

————————————R. W. Johnson