Month: January 2017

Long Winter Nights

 

  Long Winter Nights

The nights are long.

The days are short.

Since you are gone,

There’s little to report.

 

This winter is cold as hell.

Every day cuts like a knife.

Look how much snow fell.

Facing it without a wife.

 

Life alone, and snowed in.

Time passes slow as molasses.

I play solitaire, sometimes gin.

Use the computer, till it crashes.

 

I could do more with you.

We kept busy all the time.

Plenty of things for us to do.

Now, I have nothing, but time.

 

Time to think, and to cry.

Time to sort out the blame.

Can’t get past the you in I.

One or the other is the same.

 

I hear a snow mobile near.

I go outside to see what’s up.

It is you, my darling dear.

My face became all lit up.

 

You flew into my arms.

Kisses covering me all over.

I am captured by your charms.

The snow becomes crimson and clover.

 

About what happened is not spoken.

We are now as one forever.

The fire is hot, no longer smoking.

Wrapped in a blanket, we cuddle together.

 

Before we know it, spring is here.

Snow is gone. Flowers are in bloom.

We are both extremely happy, it is clear.

Soon, another will join us in this room.

————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

 

Something Went Amiss

     Something Went Amiss

 

What the hell in going down?

Middle class is in the ground.

They have buried us for good.

Goodbye to our neighborhood.

Smash and slash is the way.

We see it happening every day.

Smash taxes then slash your pay.

Lower class has nothing to say.

Middle class is  extinct at last.

Can’t buy paper to wipe your ass.

It is the very rich and lower class.

Basically the rich and the trash.

Is this “Make America Great?”

They take everything you make.

There needs to be real change.

Someone new to take the reins.

Or,—- has it all gone too far?

No way to reverse this car.

Rapidly racing to destruction.

No way to bring a disruption.

Bend down and kiss it goodbye.

Not worth giving it a try.

The big “S” is coming on strong.

Socialism is definitely wrong.

Yet, it seems, full steam ahead

is the only thought in people’s heads.

We should learn from our mistakes.

But, we don’t have what it takes.

Roll over in your graves Republic Founders.

Your beautiful dream now flounders.

————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

     Something Went Amiss

What the hell in going down?

Middle class is in the ground.

They have buried us for good.

Goodbye to our neighborhood.

Smash and slash is the way.

We see it happening every day.

Smash taxes then slash your pay.

Lower class has nothing to say.

Middle class is  extinct at last.

Can’t buy paper to wipe your ass.

It is the very rich and lower class.

Basically the rich and the trash.

Is this “Make America Great?”

They take everything you make.

There needs to be real change.

Someone new to take the reins.

Or,—- has it all gone too far?

No way to reverse this car.

Rapidly racing to destruction.

No way to bring a disruption.

Bend down and kiss it goodbye.

Not worth giving it a try.

The big “S” is coming on strong.

Socialism is definitely wrong.

Yet, it seems, full steam ahead

is the only thought in people’s heads.

We should learn from our mistakes.

But, we don’t have what it takes.

Roll over in your graves Republic Founders.

Your beautiful dream now flounders.  

————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

A Cashless Society

             A Cashless Society

The value of the dollar is going down.

You can see where we are bound.

Can you see any reasonable way out?

This is what it is all about.

The latest answer is pretty weird.

It is the direction we are being stirred.

The Federal Reserve will issue bit coins.

“Fed coins”, or something, will be coined.

They will rapidly replace paper money.

People, at first, will like it plenty.

Till they see how their privacy is destroyed.

This is something that can’t be ignored.

We have all heard it before in the Bible.

If you don’t comply, you’ll be more than liable.

Can’t buy or sell without  a mark & # of his name.

A bit coin, or ‘Fed Coin’ is a start. Make it plain.

It’s a small step from there to a ‘chip.’

Embedded under your skin to be quick.

It will contain all there is to know about you.

Your privacy is gone, whatever you do.

All purchases or sales done through the ‘chip.’

You can easily be barred from any of it.

Say your religious belief didn’t agree

with whatever was allowed by the powers that be.

You would be barred from buying or selling.

I am sure of this without even yelling.

Best to hide out and avoid the ‘chip.’

If you are caught, you will be in for it.

It is much closer than you think.

We are standing right on the brink.

Get your affairs in order.

We are right on the border.

Make sure your life is right with God.

The end times are here. This isn’t odd.

Don’t be caught unprepared.

Remember, He has always cared.

That is why He warned us of the end.

It’s in the Bible. Why pretend?

There is only one way out.

That’s what the 2ond coming of Jesus is about.

————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

 

The Portrait

                     The Portrait

The portrait hung in my house for years.

I never had cause to give it any fear.

It was of a beautiful woman with red hair.

I don’t know who she was or how it got there.

It was hanging there when I bought the house.

I left it there because I liked her blouse.

All was fine till my girlfriend moved in.

Strange things have happened since then.

The portrait started to change, it seemed.

She looked angry instead of serene.

My girlfriend tripped on the stairs.

Someone pushed her, she swears.

She has heard a whisper there.

It would tell her to beware.

She would get a cold chill up her spine.

When she looked at the portrait , every time.

Other bizarre incidents occurred.

Always with the single word. “Beware!!”

She was convinced the portrait did it.

She thinks it is of a witch.

I tried to trace the history of the picture.
I kept running into one hitch here.

The previous owner had burned the painting.

I heard this and felt like fainting.

He said it was there when he bought the house.

Incidents happened, so he took it out.

He burned it and things quieted down.

The house felt creepy, so he moved out of town.

Built in the 1600’s, the house is old.

Rumors say a witch lived there, I was told.

They say her portrait hung in the den.

This was a bad fix I was in.

I could burn it, but, I might have to move.

Was it jealous of my girlfriend? How crude.

I threatened to drown it in holy water.

All the weirdness stopped without a bother.

We are still there, but always weary.

Twice we saw the portrait teary.

——————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2017)