Curtis Johnson Poems

A Little Boy’s World
By Curtis Johnson

When I was a little boy, I was always well behaved. Well, most of the time. Being honest and respectful is the way I was raised; not to be mean, but nice and kind. I don’t know why, but I was withdrawn a lot, very quiet, emotions in a cave; but mostly, I stayed in line. I had lots of family and friends that God freely gave, and all kinds of food on which to dine.
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Lovers On The Coast
By Curtis Lee Johnson

My beloved and I escaped to the north shore of the California coast.
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Not forsaken And Unforgotten
By Curtis L. Johnson, Sr.

There is a little town not very far off the beaten path. Neither gold nor silver has ever been mined in or near this town of fertile delta soil. No sweet crude runs beneath its ground, but a quiet and gentle place awaits those who toil
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36 Years
By Curtis Johnson

When the facts and figures did not add up
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Dear Barbara
By Curtis Johnson

When a man loves a woman:
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From a front roe seat, there was not the least of an eye strain. In a familiar place, I observed what appeared to be bullet trains.
In plain view, seated in a church pew among the wise and the few. They were racing through and around what 'once upon a time'.
throughout the land were 'Holy places and sanctuaries most divine'. Their headlights were bright but also both deceptive and delusional.
Their railways were dark, and only the 'elect' could clearly see and detect the reality of an orchastrated and demented intent.
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Curtis Johnson

Rejection:
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Lord, I cry and sometimes become speechless.
Lord, I am deeply grateful that your ears are not as ours,
And that you don't always require uttered words as a Definition of prayer or a condition to be heard by you. How Great you are.
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The Apple Tree
By Curtis Johnson

I do not know why, but for the longest time, it has been assumed that I was in the Garden of Eden. I’ve been seen in gardens, orchards, and the yards of many people, but there is no proof that I was ever in Eden.
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Above And Beyond
By Curtis Johnson

Above us, lightning was dazzling, blinking, and picturesque.
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