Best Johnsons Poems
Relaxing on the porch as darkness fell,
I sipped iced tea, reflecting on my day.
There was breathtaking beauty all around,
the perfect lawn, a pleasure to survey.
I'd had a scrumptious meal with fine red wine
and watched a Lifetime romance on TV.
I'd waltzed around the den as CD's played
the tunes I love the best by Kenny G.
Then came my thirty-minute bubble bath,
so warm and soothing. While still damp, I lay,
just briefly, on the comfy bed. I dressed
and used a lightly-scented body spray.
That's when I got the tea and came outside
to relish what would be the best of nights.
Euphoria was at a height--AND THEN
IT STOPPED! I saw two brightly glaring lights.
The Johnsons, owners of the house, were back
two days before they were supposed to be!
I tossed the tea glass in a well-pruned shrub
and fled before they got a glimpse of me.
The Blakes' weeklong vacation will begin
tomorrow. Like the Johnsons, they will hide
their house key in a fake rock near the door.
Man, I can hardly wait to get inside!
John Lawless's And Then it Stopped Contest,
placed third of eight July 2017
August 3, 2017, entered in Brian Strand's August Standard Contest
January 18, 2021
entered in Brian Strand's Completely Your Choice (44) Contest
Placed 5th
side step ole stress n cross the street,
pick em up, don't drag ya feet,
if love is there, it's all so sweet,
but love is slow to find.
right one, i've ever yet to meet...
ensnare her heart, 2 be complete:)
2 be johnsons you'd delete,
all old memories of 'pure' passion.
Don Johnson
pure is in, Russells input....:)
yep better!
yes love is sweet but incomplete,
without my baby ...thou
other half of coin completes
....to meet..rejoin ..somehow..
life is sometimes seeming cruel,
as you sit and think on memorys stool,
johnsons happy thinks it's cool,
to have those lovely memorys...
Don
Principle Quantum Number that stands for (n)
The higher the quantum number the energy's higher again.
It can be any positive integer 1,2,3 to infinity
It tells us the electrons energy level, nothing to do with alkalinity.
Next is the Angular Momentum Quantum number (l)
It tells us the shape such as a dumbbell
Its values based on n, anywhere from 0 to (n-1)
Just wait the fun has just begun,
And then theres the Magnetic Quantum number (m)
Mrs. Johnsons been teaching this all to us in Chem
It tells us the orientation of the orbitals around the nucleus
Sometimes you stop and think how could someone be that curious
Lastly there's the Spin Quantum Number (m_s)
Don't worry this ones simple no need for stress
It only has two possible values, proving the Pauli Exclusion Principle
Now that you know your Quantum Numbers I bet your feeling invincible.
re: Johnsons Antidote by Banjo Paterson a great poem.....
Yes Good morning sir ...maybe it just worked for old goanna:)
We in the 1950's used condys crystal jammed into the snake bite after cutting and sucking the poison out of the bite area.
one poison to beat another they said...others shot a finger off or used an axe to get rid of the offending bite.
my old man had bull terrier x cattle dogs for bailing up wild Scrubber cattle and then he'd bring tame cattle to them and the wild ones would join the herd for safety...these dogs would go snake hunting in the night often, and some would get bit by the 9 foot long Mulga brown snakes they fought...what to do 30 miles from town no Vet either...so pinch up the obvious bulge of the bite and use sheep shears to cut the lump off the dogs hide? dogs survived this rough treatment if bit only once....but were sick for days after....Don
Let's look around us: is the slowly-spinning and stunning Earth
the happiest place to spend a lifetime and then suddenly die?
Sorry to say it has never been such, unless we're portents of faith;
where can we go to find our peaceful haven and not cling to a lie?
During the Holidays some cry, some smile: what a social contradiction!
Spot the weeping souls around the corner, their tears are real!
They wish they had it all, we but they can't change their condition;
now, meet the ones who smile and always control life's spinning wheel!
The Frasers have a beautiful home with a pool and tennis court,
during the Holidays they display their wealth with the jolliest heart:
while the Dickson's run-down house has cheap garlands and lights;
often their kids stare in awe and wish they lived there on chilly nights!
Although they are neighbors, they seem to be living many miles apart,
they never exchange greetings: it's a wall built on total selfishness;
shouldn't they be like good friends that feel selfeless love in their heart?
The Johnsons and the Frasers refuse to settle their huge differences!
Written on 11/29/2015
The Johnsons' vacation in Island Bay
To get there they drive an awful long way
Over hill, over dale
Then across dusty trails
They check in and get to stay half a day
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Wally Brummell, fed em on Crow, ...
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Wally some call him Zip (fed em black duck) (crow actually)Kakadu song man of Gulf town Karumba Australia
Stay alive in 55 and 56 said the roadside sign..
As the Ford Mercury whizzed by on local Brisbane time...
A flat head v8 jumped into a muffled roar...
And Bronco Don gave it its head full bloody bore..
Bill Brummell was a waiting aunty Nell was coming by..
And of course she'd bring the Johnsons little grubs like Mark and I...
So we lurched and wobbled cross country to the coast...
And aunty Grace was awaiting for sure shed cooked a roast..
So I followed cousin Wally about the Cleveland farm..
And watched him eat a melon from the inside without harm
Cut a hole put his head in, call him melon head?..
Just like a giant white ant this I say god strike me dead?..
Down in the valley my love is so low...
Sang old Slim Whitman on the valve radio..
old Don bought an inter truck a droving we would go..
to the Moonie floods back more than 50 years or so...
then Zip some call him Walter, he got a grand idea...
went to shoot some wild duck with a threeoh and some beer.... .303cal
so he lined up a wood duck but a crow got in the way..
so he reefed and pulled the trigger, just tough duck is all he'd say...
yes these ducks had big black feathers when talking they said ark...(not like them squeaky yank crows)
Wally plucked and filled the stew pot says its duck or just a lark..
Drunken ring barkers were hungry scoffed the lot in one quick feed...
And they were farting feathers till the crowing parts were freed...
Don Johnson...
went to the toilet it tickled my snout,
the best defence is offence ,
i havent a doubt,
so i fired round after brown,
till it was all bloody out,
till me toilet cantered away,
hope it returns at the end of the day,
till then its your bloody shout ,
and johnsons just having his way,
sent by some big assed lout ...ok,
...
FATE?
Some say that retribution's fine,
high intervention seems divine.
The spark of lightning's suffered break,
no satisfaction do I take,
coincidence doth make this rhyme.
by vk4pr Don
Or how a knockers early 1990 8088, 10 megahertz computer got scorched
by lightening years ago when i was using Ham radio
a bit more often
Carolyn,
poor ole radio sits alone,
used to talk to my dad on it, i own,
recorded his stories on an ole reel tape,
perhaps frequency movie i can ape,
hope ya healthy happy babe, a going,
johnsons gone so hold the phone:)
on ya baba, love....Don
John Smith,
I annoyed a Ham, lightening hit his antennae mast,
scorched his modem and toway radio,what a blast,
jumped into the old xt computer box,
an blue the bejesus out of its socks,
onetimes not:)
MORAL don't pick on poor ole johnson:(
It came on the scene, just as noxious and quick
As the smell of the gas from someone who’s quite sick
Invaded our space, made us cringe, made us swoon
Then got louder and worse, like an out of key tune
Like nails on a chalkboard, or chewing steel wool
The Hillarump kept droning on, spewing stool
And then lie after lie it produced massive heaps
Of manure for the talking heads six o’clock sweeps
And this most septic process, this river of waste
Is to choose who will lead the free human race
Yes, our choices seem dim, as we wade through this sty
Which would you like poked in, your left or right eye
There’s a light at the end, a respite, a way out
That our Congress will save us from Hillarump’s clout
Yes our House and our Senate will save us with glee
From Hillarump’s judgement, if they’ll only agree
Oh, that’s right, they’re all morons and as idiots do
They’ll in-fight, bicker, *****, whine complain and argue
So, just how do we save this democracy
From the right and the left and the bureaucracy
Gary Johnsons our man cause he’s honest and true
Vote for him, liberty and America too
He will stop Hillarump from degrading this nation
To a reality show and complete subjugation
By the bigots and assholes, do-gooders and stump
The far right and far left who’ve devised Hillarump
I dreamt of Babe Ruth
in Howard Johnsons'
lighted pool doing
the backstroke so brilliantly.
No bats lying around
anywhere. warm water
reflected dorsal pecs,
beautiful biceps, round
spiral muscles fanning
along so softly.
Finally finding the nerve
to say: Babe! your a
ballplayer; Sultan of swat.
Smiling at me timidly:
I'm a ballplayer and a
a swimmer. He replied
calmly gliding away.
A swan in the moonlight.
Framed art and photos on the Johnsons’ wall
depict the beauty of four generations~~
awards, graduations, baptisms, weddings,
holiday scenes, birthday celebrations. . . .
One needs no explanations for these.
The image of two lovely white swans stands out.
Their gracefully curved necks form a complete heart.
Why is this artwork there for all to see?
The golden wedding anniversary reception, planned by
the Johnsons’ grateful children, was unforgettable.
Dozens came with gifts and kind words that night.
The oldest son’s comments were short and sweet.
On behalf of the family, he poetically and movingly
described how those cuddling swans symbolized
their parents, whose deep commitment, based on love,
had sustained them and their family for half a century.
Goofy
Old Goofy surely knew the score,
Dumb and dumber maybe more,
Staggered about with Mickey Mouse,
Thought old Donald was a grouch.
But we loved a dummy sure.
Black Pete would give Goofy a slap,
The Beagle boys joined eyebrows at,
Mickey handled them bad chaps,
And Goofy walked with glory,
Goofy looked more like a dog,
And Pluto never looked agog,
Both were happy as a frog,
Dog to dog no fighting,
Shucks said Goofy at the fair,
“I plumb fergot to comb me hair,”
“Couldn’t find it anywhere” ,
Uncombed now is the fashion,
Dumber was an dumber is,
A funny guy, or dog it is.
With Goofy, everywhere.
Don Johnson 1-August-11
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Goofy 2 foots like a dorg,
who was pluto just a frog?
great verse babe,
says johnsons fool,
keep em coming till they drool:)
on ya mate...
used an abused an tossed aside,
been there mate,
nuff 2 send ya cross-eyed,
but all good fun, cos i couldna hate,
the lady sweet ....who dumped me late...
or otherwise....:) she barred the gate...
the French kisser got denied,
but i sidestepped way from suicide,
twas johnsons fate...
me chips was fried...
thanks Ronny Madonsela "Zoe"
love it mate...
Don