Best Johnson Poems

The price of wisdom won't go unpaid
As lessons learned enshrine their toll
But dreams will ne'er submit to grey
Nor the immortality of your soul

So sing o' heart that must be heard
To all who wait and cherish grace
Of willing minds that could be stirred
And see true beauty...

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To Bonnie:
If everything should fail, I’ll raise some hell until we make it right.
We’ll rob that bank and the motel even if it takes an all out gun fight!
I’ll walk through fire so you can have all you desire and more
I will not tire ‘till...

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For "Ole" Robert Johnson,
It was so Instrumental. 
He went to the crossroads.
Sold His soul to the Devil....

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	Destroyer ~ Poet
Contest Name	Gift Exchange

For Cory Long the fighter.
Just keeps a  going strong,
Second published book this writer,
May the dollars follow on,
May her poetry go long,
May the love of words incite her,
Cos Ole johnson’s been an gone…...

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Thank you for your friend request.

Poem For my Poet friend Joyce Johnson.

MY WARM BEST WISHES FOR 4TH JULY TO ALL MY AMERICAN FRIENDS. 


Dear Friend Joyce 

I am unable to write back to you
Or even to send you a message 
Due to technical reasons
I am...

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Sarah Johnson is, and will always be a cold, heartless murderer. She has no empathy for what she did to both of her own parents, Diane and Alan Johnson. Her friends and family can't even believe that a sweet girl would kill both of her...

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Well oh did i know one day down 
the road there would be a wanting 
and calling for grandma..it took 
14teen long years though to get 
here oh boy's was i happy to hear 
I've got a grandson named 
Johnson..he makes grandma's day 
and night...

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I see that you have been in a coma for two days and I hope you can hear me,Johnson, I'm going to check your vital every two hours just to see if there ant changes,Johnson,my name is ruthie your nightly nurse, and while I'm here...

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T’will be his death of this he's sure
But for this sin there is no cure
All John did was to stand on guard
Now his family name forever marred.

As a child trained in the Protestant faith
Too late he had now seen his wraith
Converted to Catholicism and fervent...

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sleeping         (( COLLABORATION * Don Johnson ))


by~ DON JOHNSON

The Nullabor it does abhor
the desert  in it standing
The broken heart
he keeps apart 
where Eagles are a landing
kangaroo is prolific cos good seasons bring in millions
they shoot them...

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I rather watch a kestrel to see
Her swoop and swirl
The skies invisible maze
To feed the inhabitants of her nest
Her milk of gratitude

Morning begins with a bright darkness
And the beckoning beaks for food
There is a wind ruffled mood
Yawing the feathers of the breast
Dawn is a ransom...

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 retourne 

Fully relying on God's sovereign grace,
spurning no more what she knows is His light,
Joyce has made a pledge  - let God set the pace.
He'll help her win though she runs without sight.

Spurning no more what she knows is His light,  
quickly...

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Don Johnson pens from his far south berth 
insightful poems tinctured with mirth.  
Of human foibles, plights 
and Aussie nights he writes; 
all while dangling down under the earth....

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Dear Joyce, you've reached a milestone attained by very few!

I reJoyce at this accomplishment and offer my congrats to you!

Joining the elite Centenarian Fraternity is indeed very rare;

I hope you enjoy many more years of writing is my ardent prayer!

Your poetry flows from your talented...

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Quis? Ego
~ on the anointing of Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson

So what if it was just a drunken dare
Quis? Ego! Made at Eton long ago
I dub thee Boris of the Golden Hair
Servus, servum, servi, servo, servo
So what if afterwards they went to town
and ordered tiny...

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