August 2018 – Word Smith Wisdom

A Date Thats Not A Date

A Date That’s Not A Date

Oh Sandy, the night is finally here.
We have a date. That much is clear.
A nightclub for drinks and dancing.
Maybe time for a little romancing.
We arrive and get a corner table.
Were in the dark as much as able.
Sitting there with martini glazed eyes.
You seem spaced out. What a surprise.
You don’t respond when I ask you to dance.
It seems like you are in a trance.
You have a one way ticket to yesterday.
You just sit there with nothing to say.
An occasional smile crosses your lips.
I didn’t know you were into such trips.
I shake you and your vision clears.
You ask for a drink, almost in tears.
Another round of drinks are brought.
Then off you go, lost in thought.
You have a one way ticket to yesterday.
There is nothing else I can say.
I sit there and nurse my drink.
I need some fresh air so I can think.
At closing time I take her home.
I am feeling like I am all alone.
She says she really enjoyed the evening.
She waves goodbye as I am leaving.
It was the weirdest date I’ve ever been on.
The whole evening with her, she was gone.
I don’t know if there will be another.
Just the thought of it, I have my druthers.

——————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Coming On Strong

Coming on strong.
I wanted it to go on and on.
I feared when she’d be gone.
She was coming on strong.

I wanted her to stay.
Maybe she might think it’s wrong.
For her to be coming on strong.
So I began to pray.

Just one date was all it took.
She let me know she wanted more.
Even as we slipped in my door.
She give me that special look.

Then I finally saw the light.
I needed to come on strong too.
That was it. I was no fool.
Just what was needed to make it right.

Years later, it is still strong.
One night of love has lasted till now.
We came on strong and made a vow.
It has lasted ohh, so long.

If this should happen to you.
Come on strong while you can.
Come on now, you’re a man.
It could last, if you want it to.

————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Love: The Only Answer

What will it take to turn the tide?
To put an end to this terrible ride.
Aside from taking one’s own life.
There must be a way to end the strife.
Some think politics is the answer.
Others think social change is a cancer.
The war to end all wars has been tried.
It ended in misery with loss of many lives.
Some think AI will be the cure.
With AI in control, there’s nothing to fear.
Science fiction writers see that differently.
Terminators put an end to things efficiently.
Stricter laws to control all you do.
You’ll need permission just to poo.
Are we on the verge of 1981?
Government approval to even have fun?
It seems the only answer is love.
Love that comes from the Father above.
Love one another and love each other.
Don’t forget to love your brother.
Love cannot be made in the lab.
Love can’t be sold, stolen, or nabbed.
Love comes from within the heart.
Love is forgiving right from the start.
Love is God, and God loves all.
Removal of love will be the fall.
A world without love cannot exist.
It would be hell, for those who resist.
Think about it and then turn to its author.
That would be God. Don’t be a mocker.

——————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

“I’ve Got The Power”

All my life I’ve been working on this.
I must say, it has been a real bitch.
But, now I can say, after my shower.
A 4 word statement: “I’ve got the power!!”
What exactly do I mean by this?
Is it martial arts gone amiss?
It has nothing to do with that.
Unless I want to make that a fact.
What I’ve accomplished is a lot.
I brought knowledge to this very spot.
I can tap into the Akastic Record at will.
The total, complete record. What a chill.
Through a trance, I can know it all.
Total, complete knowledge at my call.
I become a super, super computer.
All knowledge available to me. Super duper.
From the very beginning of time.
To the distant future. All is mine.
I can solve any problem.
I can create anything. Now or then.
Time travel is within my grasp.
Accurate predictions that will last.
There is nothing I cannot know or do.
“I have the power,” it is true.
I am like a god in human flesh.
My powers are endless, no less.
There is only one thing I don’t understand.
The mind of a woman? It’s different than a man’s.

—————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Moonlight

There is power in moonlight, they say.
All you have to do is bring it to bay.
Wolves howl at the moon when it’s full.
Do they sense something we don’t know?
If we could harness this power somehow.
Would it be beneficial, or cause a rowel?
Fairies dance in the moonlight, it’s said.
Just fictional, or a subject that’s dead?
Moonlight will increase a romantic mood.
Is that good, or will it lead to something lewd?
Moonlight is linked with medicinal potential.
For deadly nightshade plants, is moonlight essential?
Moonlight is praised by song writers and poets.
Are they the only ones who know this?
If you are a creature of the night.
Do you do better in the moonlight?
In a world where magic thrives.
Moonlight would make things come alive.
Moonlight is a reflective light.
Second nature to those of the night.
If you are taken by the wind during a moonlit night,
something is going on that would give most a fright.
So, if moonlight shines in your window at night,
be ready. Peter Pan may be taking flight.

——————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

The Zoo

They say it’s all happening at the zoo.
I don’t believe it. I don’t believe it’s true.
I know the zoo is fun to see.
But, there is other places I’d rather be.
Especially since the monkey’s flung their poo.
The laughing hyena was laughing at you.
The tiger roared and charged the cage.
You bet your booties I was afraid.
The elephants are very smart.
But, have you ever smelled one fart?
The snakes hiss and have beady eyes.
The lions, they wear a thin disguise.
I took a look at the gnu.
For some reason, it reminded me of you.
The giraffes are nice. They make no noise.
The gorillas would break me up like toys.
All the birds are pretty colored.
They stink like bird poop, I uttered.
The stupid seal got me wet.
People laughed. I wanted to forget.
This place is freaking me out.
Maybe the animals know what it’s about.
As for me, let me out of here.
I would rather be home sipping a beer.

————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Make Time For This

Hard to find free time in the everyday life.
It is filled with so much hassle and strife.
Running here, rushing there, no time to spare.
Something is going on everywhere.
Time to kick back and smell the roses.
The answer is right under our noses.
Set priorities. Make a list.
The most important you can’t miss.
The others go on a back burner.
Make time for you. Be a learner.
Take up a hobby. Work the ‘honey do’ list.
You’re on vacation. It beats being pissed.
It could be a couple hours a day.
Save a little time to play.
Just relax and unwind.
Time to enjoy a little free time.
The benefits you reap will be a lot.
Lower your stress, b/p, and tension knot.
It will overall help your health.
Add diet and exercise for little wealth.
In the end, you will be glad you did.
Maybe then, you won’t flip your lid.

———————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Funny How Time Slips Away

I had a surprise the other day.
I went to lunch in the usual way.
There I met an old high school friend.
I never expected to see her again.
The high school years were long ago.
Far from here now, don’t you know.
She was happy, almost in tears.
Because she hadn’t seen me in years.
We were close. She dated a friend of mine.
I thought they would get married, in time.
She said she had been married for years.
To another though, she added with fear.
She said her husband recently died.
She was on vacation to forget, she lied.
She was with a female friend.
She needed a change. Why pretend.
We had a long talk about the good old days.
We laughed, and joked about our silly ways.
After awhile, it was time to go.
I said now I would miss her so.
She said it was good we met anyway.
Isn’t it funny how time slips away.

——————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Author’s Dream, Or A Real Scene (Part 2)

Author’s Dream, Or A Real Scene? (Part 2)

The author was working on his latest book.
It was getting dark when the windows shook.
He heard: “I am back. The enemy is coming.”
He was back in Thanos’s castle, & Thanos was running.
“Quick, I will erect your protective shield.”
“You don’t have to worry. It will not yield.”
He had me stand, looking out over the yard.
I felt surrounded by something hard.
I couldn’t see it, but I knew it was there.
I could feel the static in my hair.
Soon, wizards came into the courtyard.
They had wands and were chanting hard.
A red flash shot across the scene.
A shield glowed around the hit being.
The wizard fired back with a blue flash.
At the gate, the perpetrator jumped back.
A wooden beam split and fell over.
Rock fell on an evil wizard, the size of a bolder.
They had to drop their shields to fire.
If hit then, they became a live wire.
One wizard fired and was hit by a spell.
He immediately gave out a yell.
Then, he was clucking & scratching like a chicken.
The spell had apparently gave him a lickin.
The fight continued, spells flying back & forth.
Wizard’s fire flew, lighting up the court.
Then, the wizards, in sequence, created a scene.
The greatest fireworks I’d ever seen.
Evil wizards were screaming & running everywhere.
There was static electricity in the air.
It was so bright, I had to cover my eyes.
When I opened them, I was surprised.
I was back at my desk and fireworks were going off.
It was the 4th of July. Many fireworks were aloft.
I could easily see them out of my window.
The fairgrounds was a stone’s throw below.
Had I been asleep again? Was it a dream?
It seemed so real, the entire scene.
He would use the scene in his book.
Beyond that, he didn’t want a second look.

——————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)