Tag Archives: Love

“There’s No Such Thing as Monsters?”

“There’s No Such Thing as Monsters?”, Michael N. Johns, 4/28/2016

If there weren’t wars and man-made hate,
Could scientists eliminate
Diseases, famines, and create
Utopia?  We could all live
In harmony, and we could give
Attention, then,  preemptive,
To nature’s uncontrolled horrors.

By consequence, we’d intervene
When earthquakes shake and make a scene,
When tidal waves, floods unforeseen,
Or drought disrupt, or volcano
Erupt, or crops refuse to grow-
We’d share with people we don’t know,
Like foster family sponsors.

Alas, there’s war, hate, selfishness,
Rape, murder, robbery, it’s a mess!
Adding to pains and natural stress
Add greed’s victims held in the sway
Of life-crippling debt to pay
And then you still would try to say
“There’s no such thing as monsters?”

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Someone Loves Me

These things tell me someone loves me:
A pretty present under a tree,
A conversation and a cup of tea
A gentle hug, an encouraging word,
A dog that warms my feet, or a cat that’s purred,
Because I’m as insignificant as a bird,
But I matter
I am noticed
Someone cares.

These things tell me someone loves me:
Food, laughter, friends and family,
Lights, ornaments, songs and cookies,
Celebrating a moment in history:
God, Emmanuel has come, a baby
It’s more than just a nice children’s story
He is The Truth.
He came for us.
Miracle.

These things tell me Someone loves me:
Bethlehem’s child decorating a tree,
To pay the price of my penalty,
This is the best news that I’ve ever heard,
His gift means my eternity is secured
This cup, my redemption, He endured
Child, ornament,
His life for mine,
What a gift!

Loved

Loved, 12/15/2015, Michael N. Johns
The crayons and the coloring books
Were inexpensive gifts, to remind me
Every Christmas, and every time I looked
At pages done, and pages yet unseen
I was loved.

I colored outside the lines sometimes
It didn’t matter to mom and dad,
Although as a perfectionist I
Felt quite frequently sad
I was loved.

Every year the books were given,
With crayons in an ever larger box
Until I thought I outgrew them
Like my toes outgrew the socks
I was loved.

I miss the coloring books and crayons,
I got while I was growing up
Striving to break my dependence on
My mom and my pop
They taught love.

I bought crayons and coloring books,
And wrapped them with care for mine,
To remind them whenever they look,
Though they might color outside my lines,
They are loved.

I think, without disparaging the gifts,
We should tell each other, me and you.
Adults should get reminders like this
I bought some for me, too.

13

13, 12/11/2015, Michael N. Johns
(For Caleb)

Happy Birthday, quickly teen
The babies, so soon grown
I reminisce, and love my own
Forget, remember all I’ve seen,

The time has ticked, it’s gone now
My treasures, dreams at play
I love who you’ve become today
Though I don’t know, I know somehow

Happy Birthday, boy turned man
How short these long years feel
I taught love, “strong as death,*” and real,
I “booped” your nose, now shake your hand.

I cry with pride, you are mine
And independent too
I see the good, rooted in you
Trust God, not me, you’ll be just fine.

Happy Birthday, strong, brave boy,
You’ve done well, where I’ve failed
And as you navigate your trail,
You should know you bring me such joy.
*SOS 8:6

I Don’t Want To Ask Why

Your favorite color was purple,
Because “there’s no rhyme for that.”
Your humor was a sure pull,
My heart stepped right into your trap,

You were the violet
Crushed by the heel,
I asked the universe,
Don’t make me feel
There was something to be done,
So you could be saved,
Any explanation,
Or something to say,
I
Don’t want to ask why.

I was caught watching your stormy life,
Hating it, waiting for the end of your ordeal,
Under his sick psychological knife,
Wishing for your freedom to be real,

But You were the violet
Crushed by the heel.
I asked the universe,
Don’t make me feel
There was something to be done,
So you could be saved,
Some explanation,
Or something to say,
I
Don’t want to ask why.

But I want to know
Why we couldn’t be free
Why we couldn’t escape
from our chained history
Why I loved you so
I want to know
Why my heart has a hole,
Why was the answer, “no?”

And why?

Why

You were the violet
Crushed by the heel
I asked the universe,
Don’t make me feel
There was something to be done,
So you could be saved,
Some explanation,
Or something to say,
But I
Don’t want to ask why.

Happily Ever After

Why are all the happy endings broken?
Women blame men blaming women,
Is it just possible we’re not “in love;”
Using each other instead of
A true commitment to weather the storms?
Breakup, a relational norm;
Romance, reality, in collision,
Lost, the original vision
“Once upon a time” called “love at first sight.”

“And they lived happily ever after,”
She loved him truly loving her,
Both tried to fulfill their spouses’ wishes,
Trouble came as trouble visits,
Which still happens after the dragon’s slain,
They chose not to ride off in vain,
Into the sunset, but to keep striving,
Which is how it can last, thriving:
Clinging to each other with all their might.

Superhero’s Symphony

Superhero’s Symphony, Michael N. Johns, 06/09/2015

I stormed the prison walls at night.
I overcame the guards by stealth,
Seized the keys of your prison cell,
And thus, freed, you and I took flight.

If I were a super hero,
Bursting your bonds to rescue you,
This little story might be true.
Alas, it’s just a metaphor.

In truth I only wish it were,
So I could be your super man,
Your heart, the prize, and I its’ fan,
I labored, played my overture,

And won, I thought. Your heart was mine.
Our symphony had just begun,
The staves promised the sweetest run…
I played wrong notes on the next line.

“Stop the music, back to the cue,
Where’s the hero who won my heart?”
Tired, and headed back to the start,
Trudging slower, trying to get through,

It’s not easy, and you tease me,
Make me change, try, try again,
If I could be your super man,
I would just know, be strong, succeed,

Looking back I clearly can see
My heart’s locked in your prison cell
I don’t want out, the truth to tell
But I wish you’d come rescue me.