Fantasies Of A Poet

            Fantasies Of A Poet

When I think of the emotions wasted on you,

It burns me out. Through and through.

I showered you with all my affection.

All I ever got was just rejection.

Makes me wonder if others would?

I feel ousted out, like rotten wood.

Then, I met her briefly, and I was hooked.

I saw her by a bubbling brook.

It was a beautiful day in the park.

When I talked with her I felt a spark.

A small fire starting in my heart.

Desire, but not knowing where to start.

I have to quit writing these poems.

Get dressed and grab some coins.

Find her again and let the fire grow.

Then, I think about why I was feeling low.

I don’t know if I could take more rejection.

It would be harder than losing an election.

But, I will never know if I don’t try.

I strap down my heart and prepare to die.

I may be headed for another crash landing.

I know a relationship takes understanding.

When I was with her we seemed to click.

Maybe getting to know her is the trick.

If she likes poetry, I will write her one.

Make it a happy one, just for fun.

There will be a method to my madness.

In the end, I pray for gladness.

I have nowhere to go, but up.

I just need to make sure I don’t get in a rut.

—————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

Person Of Mystery

              Person Of Mystery

She was described as dark and beautiful.

She was quite reclusive, you could tell.

Often, quite shy when around people.

She could still work her magic spell.

She had an easy, addicting laugh.

A winning smile to go along with it.

She was an expert at her craft.

Described as mysterious, the title fit.

Yet, she had spells of depression.

She would withdraw from everything.

Often for weeks, she would have a session.

When seen again, it was like the spring.

Her eyes would glow with vibrant life.

She made you aware of her presence.

Though, still shy and full of strife.

Having her around was very pleasant.

You felt if she could be drawn out.

If she could overcome her fears.

She would impress all who were about.

There would never be a need for tears.

Her vitality would infect all others.

They would be in a better place.

She would influence all mothers.

To give all of what it takes.

Such a person is rarely seen.

Why the depression, is a mystery?

It is like she is stuck in between

heaven and hell. Happiness and misery.

She will end up in one place or the other.

Happiness is what I would like to see.

But, then, I am her lover.

I would like to see her set free.

————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

 

From The Dark Into The Light

 

      From The Dark Into The Light

I am glad I was around.

You were going to the dark side of town.

You said you had to help someone.

I knew where you were coming from.

You would always think of others.

You would help them, despite your druthers.

It is not safe on the dark side of town.

There are rapists and evil clowns.

You will feel better if I come along.

Only for protection, don’t get me wrong.

 

You will want me to be around.

When you go to the dark side of town.

Together, we will make a team.

A couple who are looking mean.

Ready to take on any threat.

Don’t try something you will regret.

 

We made it to the one you seek.

They were ready to claim defeat.

They had hit bottom. Down and out.

Lying in an alley with feces about.

The place stunk to high heaven.

He had reached his Armageddon.

He was drunk and smelled like a brewery.

Too undernourished for any Tom Foolery.

He barely had the energy to walk with help.

This place wouldn’t rate one star on Yelp.

 

You will want me to be around.

When you go to the dark side of town.

Together, we will make a team.

A couple who are looking mean.

Ready to take on any threat.

Don’t try anything you will regret.

 

We got him up and the hell out of there.

He was almost more than we could bare.

She said “Are you ready to go with me?”

He said “Anywhere is a better place to be.”

We hailed a cab and took him home.

Cleaned him up and said he wasn’t alone.

Nursed him back to health again.

Got him in A.A. where he made a friend.

He remained sober and worked the steps.

He got a job. He had no regrets.

—————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

 

 

Whatever It Takes

            Whatever It Takes

Could I do it? No one else would dare.

I would much rather wrestle a bear.

It is dangerous and a little crazy.

But, then again, I thought—-Maybe.

Just because its never been done before

doesn’t mean it will end in gore.

It should be done on Halloween.

It is not as crazy as it may seem.

I could go down in history.

The only one to try it, you see.

But, then maybe they are right.

To try it will be a fright.

I am almost convinced to not try.

Just walk away and say goodbye.

But, something keeps saying ‘go for it.’

It will  be frightening for a  little bit.

Then, before you know it, it will be over.

I will then be rolling in the clover.

The rewards are worth the risk.

Better than the sidelines to just sit.

I will have a small cheering section.

Louder than the results of an election.

If I fail, my name will be mud.

Might as well change it to Elmer Fudd.

No, I don’t want to think of that.

I am a ‘do or die’ type of rat.

So, wish me luck, here I go.

I intend to steal the show.

———————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

Clean Conscience

              Clean Conscience

I have felt upside down and turned around.

But, I kept my conscience clean.

It was just a rouse till you turned me loose.

But, I kept my conscience clean.

You were misleading and mostly unheeding.

But, I kept my conscience clean.

You were demanding and not understanding.

But, I kept my conscience clean.

 

I am not proud.

I’m just one of the crowd.

I try to be fair.

Though, it gets me nowhere.

I stick by my word.

My sincerity is not inferred.

You’re not that way.

I can’t believe a thing you say.

 

You cheated, lied, and even cried.

But, I kept my conscience clean.

I came to know you put on quite a show.

But, I kept my conscience clean.

It was all an act, you were a real brat.

But, I kept my conscience clean.

You were not true, I ended up the fool.

But, I kept my conscience clean.

 

I am not proud.

I am one of the crowd.

I try to be fair.

Though, it gets me nowhere.

I stick by my word.

My sincerity is not inferred.

You’re not that way.

I can’t believe a thing you say.

 

Now, you’re free to look for another me.

But, I kept my conscience clean.

I hope he is cool and can see through you.

But, I kept my conscience clean.

It will be hard cause you’re a real card.

But, I kept my conscience clean.

He could drop you and not be a fool.

But I kept my conscience clean.

—————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

 

 

The Party Clown

       The Party Clown   

I’ve been here and I’ve been there.

I’ve been almost everywhere.

What I do is always fun.

No, I am not on the run

I am up, I am not down.

It’s the other way around.

Life is wonderful all the time.

Have another glass of wine.

Yes, I am a party animal.

Hippie hair and raunchy sandals.

I am always up for some fun.

Time to party. Everybody come.

People call me the party clown.

Mostly when you are around.

All know a clown never cries.

He couldn’t, even if he tried.

Yet, inside,  I am a wreck.

Because you don’t give a heck.

I joke around at a party when you are there.

You don’t laugh, don’t look, you just don’t care.

What you’re doing is tearing this clown apart.

Dreaming of your love and not knowing where to start.

But,—- then,—- I’m a happy guy.

I feel good, with my head in the sky.

Yes, it is a long way down.

But, you will never see me hit the ground.

Famous last words of a party clown.

——————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

The Legacy Of Billy Joe

    The Legacy Of Billy Joe

People come and people go.

All except for Billy Joe.

He kinda just hung around.

He liked what he had found.

Though she paid him no mind.

At least she was not unkind.

The days turned into months.

Then it happened all at once.

Someone had shot her down.

Turned her life upside down.

She was an emotional wreck.

Billy Joe rubbed her neck.

He was supportive and kind.

She was at the end of the line.

She had no idea where to go.

She had never felt so low.

Billy Joe was there to lift her up.

To help her dig out of this rut.

In time, she felt much better.

He was there in any weather.

Then she finally met another.

Let nothing tear it asunder.

But, in the end, that died too.

She was hurting as to what to do.

Here came Billy Joe to give support.

He had only good things to report.

He was there till she felt better.

She wrote the guy a ‘Dear John’ letter.

Then, came that terrible day.

Billy Joe was taken away.

It was a terrible accident.

She wondered where he went.

Then, she realized he was the one.

Always there through tears and fun.

It hit her like a ton of bricks.

Cut her to her very quick.

Oh, what will she do now?

Without Billy Joe to help somehow.

Then, she remembered what he said.

The night he tucked her into bed.

“Take the good with the bad.”

“Don’t walk away feeling sad.”

“Tomorrow will be another day.”

“There will always be a way.”

She will miss Billy Joe a lot.

He helped her with all she got.

She remembered all he said.

Tomorrow, she will be wed.

He said this day would come.

Billy, I wish you were the one.

——————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

 

 

Hillbilly Justice

            Hillbilly Justice

Twinkling lights. Stars all around.

Yet, here  I am,  prison bound.

For a crime that I did not do.

I couldn’t do such a thing to you.

The judge said “guilty” in a make believe trial.

Said I would be put away for a long while.

Someone shot and killed you.

That was something I wouldn’t do.

I loved you with all my heart.

I thought we would never part.

There is no justice in this hillbilly town.

I was an outsider, I soon found.

Yet, I loved you. It was my fate.

You worked at the diner where I ate.

You served me my breakfast plate.

You said you hoped I liked the steak.

We started talking and I asked you out.

You accepted. I wanted to shout.
After a few dates, we were a number.

Locals wanted to put us under.

They didn’t take to any strangers.

Said I wasn’t born in a manger.

I came over to pick you up.

In your hand was a coffee cup.

You were dead on the floor.

A gun was lying near the door.

I grabbed it up and looked around.

That is the way I was found.

Neighbors heard the shot . Came to see.

What they found was only me.

They saw the gun in my hand.

I was a stranger in their land.

They wouldn’t believe my story.

The gun matched the bullet in Lori.

My finger prints, of course, were on it.

So goes the story of my sonnet.

I’m going to die in the state prison.

Every one said “They wouldn’t miss him.”

A stranger in a hillbilly town has no chance.

He’d be better off to not find romance.

A backwoods lawyer isn’t worth his weight.

Which was considerable, at my trial date.

Justice is a word with little meaning.

When it comes to keeping me from swinging.

——————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

Tea Leaf Deceived

            Tea Leaf Deceived

He was a guy who drifted around.

One day he drifted into our town.

He wasn’t one who looked for trouble.

I don’t want to be one to burst his bubble.

But, when he arrived, his fate was sealed.

You might say he got a rotten deal.

Right away he attracted attention.

Mostly from girls. Not to mention.

He was a real good looking guy.

That is why he caught their eye.

The town bully had a girl.

The newcomer gave her a thrill.

She started giving him a lot of her time.

The bully found out and said ‘She’s mine.”

He took a swing at the newcomer.

The result was a real bummer.

The new guy moped up the floor with him.

Then,—- he said with a grin.

“I’m not here to steal your girl.”

“I am looking for Jeffery Till.”

“He lives just outside town.”

“What do you want with him?” he frowned.

“It’s my business and none of yours.”

“Stay out of it or do you want some more?”

The bully cowered and scooted away.

He would settle this another day.

The new comer found his way to Till’s place.

He had a grim look on his face.

“Mr Till, I want to talk to you.”

“I have things to tell you that are true.”

“Who are you?” Till said with a sneer.

“You’ll find out. Have no fear.”

“I knew your daughter before she died.”

“She missed you. She cried and cried.”

“She was raped and beaten badly”

“Died from her injuries.”  He said sadly.

“Before she died she asked me to find you.”

“To tell you she missed you and loved you to.”

“She told me how you threw her out.”

“She didn’t even know what it was all about.”

“Why did you throw her out on her ear Mr Till?”

“Yelling that you didn’t forgive her and never will.”

“She had no knowledge of why you were mad.”

“I know that you made her miserable and sad.”

Mr Till said  “I have nothing to say to you.”

“Run along now and find something else to do.”

“I loved your daughter and I’m not leaving.”

“I could beat your ass, the way I’m feeling.”

Mr Till backed up, all color leaving his face.

“You better talk or I won’t leave this place.”

“O.K., o.k. I found out she was pregnant.”

“She thought you wanted her to pay rent.”

“She was NOT pregnant. You made an error.”

“Dr’s checked her after her rape affair.”

“Where did you get the idea she was?”

“I read it in tea leaves.” He said in a rush.

“Why, you stupid old fart.”

“Your ignorant superstitions tore you two apart.”

“She died of injuries and a broken heart.”

“All she wanted in life was for you to be a part.”

Mr Till broke down in tears.

“What have I done? All these years.”

“I have always lived by the tea leaf readings.”
“Now, you bring me terrible greetings.”

“I will never read tea leaves again.”

“So be it.” Said the new guy. Then,

the bully and some friends arrived.

“Grab him boys. We’ll skin him alive.”

A hell of a fight broke out then.

Mr Till helped the new guy to win.

The bully and friends were knocked out.

“Get off my property” Mr Till did shout.

The bully and friends took off.

Mr Till gave a slight cough.

Mr. Till said “I didn’t catch your name.”

The new guy said “That’s o.k., just the same.”

“I’ll be going now. Thanks for your help.”

“I am sorry. I don’t know if it will help.”

“It does Mr Till. I pray that she knows.”

With that, he was gone down the road.

———————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)

 

 

A Ghost Town Halloween

     A Ghost Town Halloween

I came into town after traveling far.

Thought I would stop at the local bar.

Get a little drink to quench my thirst.

After hours on the road, it was the worst.

 

I stepped in and looked around.

I was surprised at what I found.

A normal crowd for a Saturday night.

But, that wasn’t what gave me a fright.

 

They were all dressed up like ghosts.

Also skeletons and scary hosts.

A witch said it was for Halloween.

It all just seemed like a dream.

 

I ordered a drink & got a glass of blood.

I was shocked so he put it in a mug.

“What is this? I asked the keeper.

“A free drink” said another creature.

 

I asked “Is it a Bloody Mary?”

“No, this drink has a cherry.”

“We call it a Bloody Virgin.”

I tasted it, with some urging.

 

Then, some weird howling started.

Sounded like someone departed.

“Full moon. Werewolves are out.”

Then, outside, we heard a shout.

 

Then, a scream, like someone torn apart.

“Don’t go outside, if you are smart.”

I thought it was a joke, but maybe not.

I was shaking, yet, glued to the spot.

 

“What kind of a place is this? I asked.

“You’re in a ghost town.” Was gasped.

“Real ghosts, ghouls, and other things.”

“We come here on every Halloween”

 

My hand passed right through the ghost.

The ghoul was eating a human roast.

My feet were spinning , but I wasn’t moving.

“Stay around, it’s just getting groovy.”

 

“Let me out of here”, I screamed.

It was real,—– or so it seemed

They grabbed me and pulled me down.

I was sorry I stopped at this town.

 

I passed out. I thought I would be killed.

I woke up at dawn in a field.

I was at the outskirts of town.

A sign stated it was a ghost town.

 

My vehicle was parked nearby.

I got in and started to cry.

I wasn’t about to go back into town.

As quick as I could, I turned around.

 

I still don’t know if It happened or not.

People around let that town go to rot.

They told stories similar to mine.

Find some other way to spend my time.

 

Stay away from that ghost town.

You’d be better to drive around.

People have gone there & didn’t return.

You would think that people would learn.

 

I, for one, learned all I needed to know.

I don’t want to go back to that show.

I left that place far behind me that day.

On Halloween’s I find other places to play.

—————————R. W. Johnson—–(2016)