Month: April 2020

      A Hybrid Of The 4^th Kind

It started slowly, every now and then.

He would get leg cramps that wouldn’t end.

Usually at night, early in the morning.

Interrupting his sleep without warning.

Some nights it would be no problem.

Then, other nights it would involve sin.

He would cuss up a storm in severe pain.

He thought he would end up going lame.

Then he realized there was a change.

His knees would begin to work differently.

Something was happening, he could see.

Soon, he was able to see just what it was.

His knees worked backward. He was sure it does.

Before long there was no doubt.

Yet, he had no pain when up and about.

He could stand still & jump to the roof.

He was so shocked that he was mute.

A good 20 feet with ease.

He felt like a man on a trapeze.

No other changes happened after that.

No one knew he was agile as a cat.

The reason for the change, he didn’t have a clue.

But sitting down is easy for you.

For him it became somewhat of a challenge.

He would drink milk standing by the gallons.

He knew he had been abducted by aliens before.

Perhaps this is a result of an implant, maybe more.

He was a hybrid without a doubt.

He wasn’t ready to jump and shout.

Even though he could jump quite well.

He was most concerned about not having to tell.

————————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2020)

              Time On My Hands

Sitting here in my computer chair.

With numbing buns and long hair.

No barber shops open anywhere.

Why change clothes? Who really cares?

The quarantine is a quantum leap.

You will sow what you will reap.

If boredom doesn’t kill me first.

This is becoming a real curse.

I could write the Great American Novel.

If I wasn’t so far in denial.

Maybe I could invent a tool.

One that would satisfy any fool.

Sell it on the internet.

Say profits go to support a vet.

What am I saying? Read more books.

Learn to cook. Work on my looks.

Learn a foreign language in my spare time.

Babble just won’t work for me. I can’t sign.

Maybe learn a musical instrument.

All my talent has up and went.

Now I know how flag pole sitters felt.

Bored as hell come freeze or melt.

Is there a light at the end of the tunnel?

The one that looks a lot like a funnel.

We are all in this together they say.

But, I’m not one who likes to play.

Rubbing Vicks between my toes.

Will it work on fungus? No one knows.

I could shower, but it doesn’t seem worth it.

20 seconds of scrubbing just don’t cut it.

I can talk with other friends by phone.

For some reason they are always home.

I tell you, it is quite a life.

Stuck 24/7 in the house with the wife.

I can say things are getting fearful.

When Carol Baskin is a hero.

I guess I could write a poem for fun.

Have to hope I don’t offend anyone.

————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2020)

       The Wood Chopper (Part two)

On the way back to the town,

they started talking with a frown.

The wood chopper seemed suspicious to them.

He just didn’t answer where or when.

Then they thought about the stew.

Whatever the meat was, no one knew.

A couple of them up chucked their lunch.

They rushed back as one big bunch.

They burst into the choppers cabin.

Two blocked the door so they could grab him.

“What kind of meat was in that stew?”

“It was rabbit, you ignorant fool.”

They tied him up and took him  to town.

Right away many people gathered around.

When they told them about the stew,

they yelled “Hang him. That’s the rule.”

They built a gallows in the town square.

It had a trap door to snap his neck there.

They hauled the chopper up to the noose.

Put a black hood on his head. Kept it loose.

Then put the noose around his neck.

The hangman tugged it. Not in just.

With the mayor’s nod, he pulled the lever.

The trapdoor flew open, really cleaver.

The wood chopper dropped through.

The crowd cheered because they knew.

The wood chopper’s neck had snapped.

Then they looked within the trap.

To their shock no one was there.

Just the noose and the hood lying there.

Where the hell could he have gone?

People were feeling spooked before long.

A group headed for the wood chopper’s cabin.

They thought he was there and would grab him.

 He was gone, along with the wood.

How could that be? Too much wood.

No one could move that much wood that fast.

There were no tracks in the grass.

In the afternoon, the missing girl walked into town.

She said wolves cared for her. One lead her to town.

The wood chopper was innocent. What had they done?

Several people were ready to run.

The wood chopper was never seen again.

The town didn’t know how to amend their sin.

Years later, it was just an old wives tale.

Many thought it wasn’t true, as they drank their ale.

But, the old folks,—- children at the time.

Knew it was not a nursery rhyme.

How & when would the town pay for their crime?

——————————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2020)

The Wood Chopper (Part one)

Things were well till I heard the bell.

They ring the bell when things are not well.

Everyone gathered in the town square.

It looked like everyone was there.

The word was there was a missing child.

She seems to have wandered into the wild.

A group was formed to look for her.

They would find her, to be sure.

After 2 days in the wild woods,

They had no leads, like they should.

Then, they came upon a woodsman’s tracks.

They followed them to his shack.

He was a hermit who stayed to himself.

Sold his wood whenever he felt.

He lived off the land & lived all alone.

He was dirty & skinny as a bone.

But, he swing a wicked axe.

All his wood was around in stacks.

They asked him if he’d seen the girl.

His answer was slow coming to tell.

He made them all very suspicious.

He offered them stew. It was delicious.

They decided to keep an eye on him.

This is where the story begins.

To know more read the next installment.

It will be enough to make you all vent

————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2020)

              Feel The Change

Kicking back with a glass of wine.

Wondering how to spend my time.

I could read or watch TV.

It seems that my time is free.

I find a book at the bottom of the pile.

I think I will read it for awhile.

I blow the dust off and take a look.

To my surprise, it was the Holy Book.

I opened it up and started reading.

Thinking I hope this isn’t deceiving.

The next day caught me reading again.

It was interesting, so why pretend.

The more I read, the better I felt.

Before too long, I found I had knelt.

Jesus felt like a personal friend.

He could save me in the end.

I accepted Him as my savior.

Confessed all sins then, not later.

A change came over me.

A change I could feel. I was free.

I praised the Lord as tears fell.

I knew I was saved from going to hell.

This change could happen to you.

Read this book and see how you feel.

You will see all things  differently.

Take my word. Just wait and see.

—————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2020)

              Unknown Future

Remember just a few weeks ago.

We thought things were bad, you know.

All we heard on the news was depressing.

Enough to make you nervous about investing.

Now, looking back, those were good times then.

Negative things happened often back then.

But, if we wanted to leave the house.

There was no quarantine about.

No social distancing, or any such thing.

You could hear a musical group sing.

You could eat where you wanted to.

Lots of things for us to do.

Maybe we were taking it all for granted.

We won’t now. Pandemic on the planet.

Major changes in just a few weeks.

More concerned about getting my eats.

Toilet paper to wipe my butt.

Tighten my belt around my gut.

In the end we may overcome.

Things will be different for everyone.

It will be a whole new way of living.

Till the next tragedy. I’m not kidding.

Things are changing for good or bad.

If it’s good, I will be glad.

———————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2020)

               Shelter In Place

I know you’ve heard of the baby boom.

Well, there will be a new kid in town soon.

In fact, lots and lots of new kids coming.

In about 9 months, they will be coming.

COVID kids—- or a corona boom.

It will be happening real soon.

Sheltering in place leaves time on your hands.

The devil’s workshop is how it began.

More kids than deaths from the pandemic.

Nature balances all who seek.

I suppose it’s the natural thing to do.

If this is true, more power to you.

It’s probably not the way things should happen.

It is almost like you were in a trap then.

But, bring all those kids up right.

So they can give the next pandemic a fight.

——————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2020)

               Planet In Rebellion

Imagine a place where all is perfect.

A planet that’s part of the heavenly circuit.

Once humanity starts settling in.

The planet in rebellion begins.

There are tsunamis & earthquakes.

Volcanoes and drying lakes.

Droughts and forest fires.

Hurricanes & floods. A quagmire.

Every imaginable force of nature.

Some things new to the nomenclature.

Humans are hanging on by the skin of their teeth.

Mostly looking for enough to eat.

The planet obviously doesn’t want them there.

It has spurted a deadly tint into the air.

They must make peace with mother earth.

If they can,—- for what it’s worth.

Then. By accident, they found a way.

Because a baby was born that day.

The innocent baby loved the earth.

Always liked to play in the dirt.

The planet took pity on the little tyke.

Decided not to give it a fright.

After some time, things were heavenly again.

Lesson learned. Treat the earth with love & we all win.

                                                     ———-R.W. Johnson—–(2020)             

           Racing Home To You

Don’t bother to ring the doorbell.

The key is under the mat, as usual.

I pray that you are doing well.

Go right in & make yourself comfortable.

I’m not there, due to circumstances beyond my control.

I’ll explain all when I’m home as well.

The remote is in its pouch.

Get a cold beer out of the fridge.

Make yourself at home on the couch.

You have been gone a long, long time.

My heart has ached every minute you were away.

Without you here, I’ve been pretty much a grouch.

I am on the road, racing home to you.

Not being there has left me blue.

I want you to know my love has been true.

So, I am racing home to you.

This old truck won’t go fast enough.

It has been so long, I can hardly wait

Life without you has been real rough.

I hope & pray you are really home to stay.

The hurting is almost over for us.

You back in my arms will be enough.

I know when you left, you had to go.

I only prayed that you would return.

Now it’s here & I want you to know.

I would of given anything to be there now.

But, things happen & it just couldn’t be.

I will be there before the sun dips low.

I am on the road racing home to you.

Not being there has left me blue.

I want you to know my love has been true.

So, I am racing home to you.

————————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2020)

            The End Of Evil? (Part six)

The Warlock & Wizard had come together.

They had a plan that would upset her.

They would physically go to her place.

They would sneak in. A chance to take.

Once inside, they planned to wreck havoc.

“She’s no nun, she’s not wearing a habit.”

“We will abolish any sign of voodoo.”

“Whatever it takes,—– we will do.”

They had just found the voodoo alter.

When something surrounded them, like a halter.

They couldn’t move. They were trapped.

“I expected you two earlier.” She clapped.

“Mother!!” they yelled, as they saw her there.

“Yes, my sons, It is your mother, I swear.”

“I haven’t seen either of you in years.”

“You can put away all your fears.”

“I have become high priestess of the Druids.”

“Some call me queen, though I shew it.”

“Our goal is to balance mother nature.”

“Give Mother Earth much pleasure.”

“When Mother Earth is happy we all thrive.”

“When Mother Earth is angry, we all die.”

“You two have been disrupting things with your spells.”

“Keep it up and we will all end up in hell.”

“One using black magic the other using white.”

“I told you years ago, they are balanced right.”

“One is no stronger than the other.”

“Yet, you two idiots keep trying to one up each other.”

“I am going to teach you how to use your magic.”

“Use it for a purpose that won’t end up tragic.”

“Your magic is a small part of what it takes.”

“Much more is needed for Mother Earth’s sake.”

So, they began their training full time.

The minions & acolytes joined in, in time.

They learned all there was to know.

They learned that Mother Earth was the only show.

After years, they all became as one.

Mother Earth thrived. It was fun.

So, was this the end of evil per say?

Obviously not. Just look around today.

But, things were fine back in their day.

And stayed that way for many a day.

———————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2020)