September 2018 – Page 2 – Word Smith Wisdom

Lily Pad Power

We were down fishing in the pond one day.
Dozens of lily pads were getting in our way.
We decided to clean the pond of them.
It was long hard work. Why pretend.
We left them all on the bank to dry.
Several days later, we looked up in the sky.
We saw a UFO hovering over the pond.
A blue light was waving like a wand.
It was shining on the shore and the lily pads.
Finally, it took off and we were glad.
We approached the pond and looked down.
The lily pads were all dried up on the ground.
We picked one up and it smelled like hemp.
We picked them all up to take as we went.
We decided to crush some up and smoke it.
We thought we were showing some real wit.
A couple of puffs and we were stoned.
Wow!! What a rush, we groaned.
Next, we noticed the super powers. How rad.
We had all the powers Superman had.
Any super power we could think of.
We could do it. We had found our love.
Then, the powers began to fade.
We puffed more lily pads that we craved.
We found that we had to smoke first to fly.
To do anything else that we could try.
Then, we thought about our limited supply.
Once it was gone, we would no longer fly.
The UFO light is what changed the pads.
It was gone now. It was very sad.
We decided we would only smoke it in an emergency.
When our super powers would be needed, see.
We could never tell anyone of this.
We could never let anyone know the risk.
Our identities would remain top secret.
Lily pad power would be our secret.

———————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Unanswered Questions

All my life, through its ups and downs,
with everything that’s come around.
I have always asked and complained.
Whatever happened to Baby Jane?
Also, who killed Roger Rabbit?
Seems it is becoming a habit.
Does Ronald McDonald have this?
Do sesame seeds on his buns exist?
By buns,—– I mean his buttocks.
Remember, this is not a ‘knock knock.’
Does Peter Pan really fly?
Do birds drop white wash in your eye?
What kind of music does a rubber band play?
Does any worm get up early each day?
Can a cow jump over the moon?
Can you spend 80 days in a balloon?
Can Beethoven roll over in his grave?
Can a barrel of monkeys behave?
When does one and one make three?
It is when a family starts, you see.
Is tip towing through the tulips the answer?
How come Santa named a reindeer Prancer?
Why is it only The Shadow knows?
Why do we kiss under mistletoe?
What does kemosabe really mean?
How are cupcakes filled with cream?
The list goes on without an end.
I won’t bore you with it, friend.
Make your own list when you have time.
I’ll bet yours is longer than mine.

—————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

What The Heart Takes

Only love can break a heart,
Only love can mend it again.
Once the heart is torn apart.
Love can cause it to mend.

But, there will still be scars.
And a fragile emotional state.
The fragile emotional heart,
prevents love from being great.

This fate has been overcome.
It takes work from both parties.
It can’t be done by only one.
But, once achieved, the heart is free.

What is achieved is called trust.
Destroyed when the heart broke.
Without it a relationship is only lust.
With it, you are one lucky bloke.

Trust is the keystone of love that lasts.
Love will bloom, but not without it.
With it, your love life will be a blast.
It will become the best you can get.

So, I pray you never get a broken heart.
Never have to go through that heartache.
If you do, here’s how to make a new start.
Trust. It’s the key. It’s what the heart takes.

——————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Something

Something has a hold on my hand.
Dragging me now, to a horrible land.
Something has a hold of my heart.
Ripping it now, tearing it apart.
Something has invaded my brain.
Demons are screaming, driving me insane.
It started when I had fallen for you.
Once under your spell, I knew I was through.
Witchy Woman, you’re wicked and mean.
You cast a spell, bringing me to this scene.
Experiencing your love, in such a horrible way.
I don’t think I’ll live for another day.
I see the men in little white coats.
They tie me down, as I fight the ghosts.
Medication in shot form, has calmed me down.
Though calmer now, I still thrash around.
Something has a hold of my hand.
Pulling me up from that horrible land.
Something new is touching my heart.
Mending it now, not pulling it apart.
Something sweet is touching my mind.
The demons are gone, you’re all that I find.
A healing angel has broken the spell.
I feel now, that I may just get well.
Something new is holding my hand.
Leading me off, to a wonderful land.
Something new has captured my heart.
It is your love. May we never part.
Something new has filled up my brain.
Basking in your love, I have no pain.
That something new is all of you.
Saved by your love, I’ll always be true.

————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Best Vacation Ever

While vacationing in a foreign city,
I was having coffee at an outside café.
I saw her approach, she was looking pretty.
I knew at once I wanted her to stay.

I invited her to sit at my table.
Most spots were taken up.
She smiled and took off her sable.
Sat and set down her coffee cup.

She said it was kind of me to offer.
She just needed her morning jump.
I said the expresso with its froth here.
It will wire you for a jump.

She laughed and said it hit the spot.
She asked me about myself.
I said vacationing, not a lot.
She said with someone or by yourself?

By myself. Just a little down time.
She said she thought only she did that.
Are you on vacation? What a line.
We both laughed. The rest is fact.

She smelled like peaches and cream.
We hit it off from the very start.
We were almost neighbors, it seemed.
We ended up walking in a park.

From there it was like a dream come true.
Neither expected anything like this.
It just shows, if you haven’t a clue.
It can end up being a life of bliss.

———————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)