October 2018 – Word Smith Wisdom

On The Line

I am hooked and can’t get off the line.
You can reel me in at any time.
You don’t know you’ve caught such a prize.
I just wish I could see it in your eyes.
It wasn’t hard for you to do.
You had everything going for you.
I don’t know if it’s the clothes you wear.
Or, maybe the way you comb your hair.
Whatever it is, I’m on the line to stay.
I wouldn’t want it any other way.
I wish that line worked both ways.
I would reel you in to stay.
I act out at a party when you are there.
You don’t look or laugh. You just don’t care.
I have to put on a new disguise.
Being the class clown is not very wise.
There has to be a way to get to you.
There is so much you and I can do.
True love waits, but my patience is thin.
I have a goal. It’s you to win.
Win your heart and your love too.
Is that too much to ask of you?
I can always try some poetry.
Suggesting for you to go to me.
So I can smother you with love and kisses.
Or, would that be too much for the misses?
This is much more than an infatuation.
I am dying here of anticipation.
Loving someone who doesn’t know.
Can steal away your very soul.
I am on the line and I don’t want off.
Until your heart starts to get soft.
Eventually, things may go my way.
Until then, I will continue to pray.

—————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

A Long Time Coming

You sit there all alone with no friends.
Who knew it would be like this in the end.
You had plenty of friends back in the day.
Back in high school. Those were the days.
One of the most popular kids in school.
No one took you to be a fool.
Since then, they have all moved away.
Or, got married and went their own way.
Like the old country western news.
Good time Charlie has got the blues.
But, you are not alone in your druthers.
I can tell you now, there is another.
Someone who had a crush on you.
Back when you were both in high school.
But, to you he was just a friend at best.
As for him liking you, you wouldn’t have guessed.
Don’t be surprised when I say,
he still admires you to this very day.
His crush is as strong as it ever was.
But, he was afraid to act on it because
he thought of you as above his level.
Being in this position is really the devil.
If you are tired of being lonely and blue.
Look him up. Just say: “It’s you.”
That will send him into a tail spin.
But, you can save him with a grin.
Pick a place and a time to meet.
For old time’s sake. It will be a treat.
You will be treated with such tenderness.
He is well practiced at this quest.
He has dreamed of nothing else since high school.
He would never make a fool out of you.
Sincerity, sweetness, loving all the way.
Something you’ve dreamed of since those days.
This won’t be a fantasy high school Romeo.
This will be mature full blown love. Hello.
Are you finally ready to be swept off your feet?
I think it is time for you and I to meet.

——————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

The Beginning Of Commerce

Two cavemen were shuffling along.
One was bigger and he was strong.
The smaller one was the smarter.
But, being small made things harder.
A huge beast was heading their way.
There was no time to get away.
The smaller one grabbed a stick.
A long, heavy one would do the trick.
He grunted for the other to help.
They leveraged a rock, big enough he felt.
The bolder rolled down the hill.
It hit the beast and they had a kill.
The bigger one grunted and patted his back.
The smaller one indicated the sacks.
They cut the beast into chunks.
They put the meat in the sacks in lumps.
The big one grabbed two sacks with ease.
The smaller could only manage one with a heave.
They made it back to their cave.
Meat for dinner, they did crave.
The big one pointed, shoulders sore.
The little one was tired to the core.
Then, the little one sat blinking.
That usually meant he was thinking.
Soon he drew a picture on the wall.
A way to make it easier to haul.
He drew a crude wheel barrow.
Drew it rolling down the straight and narrow.
He drew the big one lifting one end.
Moving a big load for his friend.
Then, the big one understood.
Then, they built it, like they should.
Once done, they moved a load of rocks.
It was much easier than toting blocks.
Beasts were killed and brought home with ease.
Other cavemen could hardly believe.
Soon, they were building them for others.
Others gave them meat for their druthers.
They did not have to hunt anymore.
Meat and veggies were brought right to their door.
So began the American way.
And it is still being done today.

——————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

The Caravan Is On Its Way

A large caravan is headed this way.
They are coming to the US to stay.
Tighten your belts, it will cost us all.
I feel like Rome before the fall.
This will run up the national debt.
Plus, we have to hear them vet.
Trump can’t build a wall in time.
The military activated will be a sign.
Hold the hoard at the border.
Establish some law and order.
Half the country says go for the gold.
The other half says: How can you be so bold.
Our country was built by aliens.
People from other countries saying,
this country is our new home.
We will defend it to the bone.
They came here the legal way.
Why? Because they intended to stay.
The caravan is only running away.
Looking for a handout from day to day.
To them, this is the land of plenty.
They want their share, be it jobs or money.
Some will be willing to work.
Others will expect welfare. What a quirk.
Some will become gangsters, to put it mild.
It won’t take much to get them riled.
They should come here in the legal way.
Become citizens, pay taxes, then they can stay.
Anything less is an insult to our founding fathers.
Not to mention our ancestors from afar.
It is a hell of a position to be in.
To be the one to cut and trim.
But, I fear, it must be done.
Hopefully, I am not the only one.

—————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Get To The Point (a politician’s game)

It’s time to talk about something serious.
Let’s no longer make it mysterious.
Time to get down to the nitty gritty.
Procrastination is a real pity.
No more avoiding this touchy subject.
No more acting like we are above it.
This could involve everyone.
Not just a few on the run.
This should’ve been explored years ago.
Even the news has let it go.
How much longer can this go on,
before we become a society that’s strong?
Instead, we play the game of avoidance.
It has become a real annoyance.
I really feel the time is here.
Time to make our feelings clear.
I know you’ve wondered about it yourself.
Time for coming down off the shelf.
Let’s not worry about being politically correct.
It’s time to chop this subject right in the neck.
The politicians are playing a special game.
None of them want to take the blame.
No more beating around the bush.
If you agree, then get off your tush.

———————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Water Aerobics For You

Whip into shape. Get your mojo moving.
Start feeling like you are really grooving.
If aerobics is not your thing.
Try water aerobics. It has a better ring!
A real workout for about an hour.
Afterwards, you can take a shower.
Get that chlorine off your body.
You might take it up as a hobby.
Or, possibly a regular routine.
Either one would be real keen.
You will feel so much better.
Get those moves down to the letter.
Loosen up all those stiff joints.
Stretch those muscles, ligaments. Get the point!
Be able to move freely again.
Maybe take a walk with a friend.
Get them to go to water aerobics too.
You’ll have someone to work out with you.
It is never too late to get in shape.
Slowly, you’ll get rid of that extra weight.
No more “Fat”, when you come in a room.
Others will want to join you soon.
So, find a place that has a pool.
Maybe a nice Jaccuzzi too.
Make sure they have a water aerobics class.
Then, begin ‘shaping up’, don’t be rash.
In the end, it will benefit you.
It is also fun. Time to go get a clue.

———————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Play Day At The Park

The time of day said it’s time to play.
I am hoping all will go okay.
She will be in the park about now.
I have to try to meet her somehow.
You would think I would come up with a plan.
Nothing seemed right, but I must be the man.
I said: “Hi, haven’t I seen you here before?”
“Probably. I come here often to explore.”
“I know this park like the back of my hand.”
“I would be happy to help you, if I can.”
“My name is Bob. What is yours?”
“Mine is Phenelope. Penny for short.”
“I like that. It sounds high fashion.”
“You can go to the head of the class then.”
She smiled when I laughed at that.
She said: “I hope I don’t smell a rat.”
‘What do you mean by that?”
“If you’re up to no good, you’ll get zapped.”
“I have pepper spray here in my purse.”
“God sakes, no!! Don’t make me curse.”
“I can’t be taking chances these days.”
“I know what you mean. I am Amazed.”
“Amazed about what, may I ask.”
“That you didn’t think I was making a pass.”
“What? You were making a pass?”
“I won’t admit it now, my dear lass.”
They both laughed about that.
They spent the afternoon exploring the paths.
They talked and got better acquainted.
He felt like he had been anointed.
Covered by her sweet tenderness.
She relaxed. Nothing seemed to be amiss.
They made a date to meet again the next day.
He felt something good was coming his way.

————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Time To Vote

It is almost time to vote.
Is it legit, or all a hoax?
Is it pre determined who will win?
If that’s true, it’s a major sin.
Some say life is pre determined.
Is that what Waldo said to Sherman?
If it is all planned, nothing matters.
All my hopes will surely be shattered.
I can’t trust a voting machine.
Electronic voting is a scam, it seems.
Mail in your ballot and pray for the best.
Put all your paranoid fears to rest.
The results won’t always be what you want.
In fact, the results could leave you a little gaunt.
Whatever the results, let it be said.
You did your patriotic duty before bed.
Trust in God for how all will unfold.
For He is the one in ultimate control.

————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Creepy Clown Halloween

One evening I was looking for some food.
I had a drink of wine to soften the mood.
The wife was gone and I was settling down.
When I looked up and saw a scary clown.
He was standing outside on the porch.
His eyes were glowing like a torch.
He scared the holy hell out of me.
Then, he waved, while looking at me.
I grabbed a bat and opened the door.
“Trick or treat.” His bag was on the floor.
It was Halloween. I had forgotten.
Something in my pants smelled rotten.
My wife left a bowl of candy nearby.
I gave him a handful and said goodbye.
Soon, more kids were showing up.
I gave out candy like in a rut.
Then, it was quiet for awhile.
I looked out the window with a smile.
Then, I saw the scary clown again.
He was across the street, looking grim.
He was staring at my house.
He wasn’t a kid. The rotten louse.
I wondered what he was up to.
Some kids came by and he yelled ‘Boo.”
The kids took off running like hell.
The clown was laughing, I could tell.
Then he turned and stared some more.
I decided to lock the door.
2 hours later, he was still there.
I got my gun. He had better beware.
He watched me and I watched him.
There was no way that he would win.
Then, at midnight, he just vanished.
I was so shocked, I cussed in Spanish.
Was this a creepy clown joke pulled on me?
My neighbor came over and said “Did you see?”
I said yes, and I didn’t understand it.
He looked at me and said “No shit!”
Next Halloween, I will watch for that clown.
If I see him, I will tie him down.
I will not be scared like that anymore.
No clowns will be knocking at my door.

————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Missing Friends

I have people I know in other states.
To visit, maybe I should hop a freight.
Otherwise, it is doubtful I will see them.
Some are relatives, besides being friends.
The social network allows us to talk.
Without having to put myself in hock.
I know some who used to live here.
Till they got out of Dodge. That was clear.
It seems, for one reason or another.
We’re no longer living close to each other.
Well, isn’t that how they say it goes.
Some leave. Others come. Who knows?
Yet,. I miss those who are no longer near.
I think of them when I tip back a beer.
Because they are in there, just out of sight.
Memories of them remain through the night.
In the morning, I long for more.
Even if they are on a foreign shore.
So I scrimp and save and keep the dime.
Hoping that I will find the time.
To go and visit all of them.
And start the memories all over again.

——————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)