Carl Martin Johnson
Poet, Author, Slayer of Dragons
© Carl Martin Johnson, All rights reserved
HAPPY MORNING
By Carl Martin Johnson
I awoke early this morning,
Feeling Life sweet in my veins.
A fresh and new me borning,
Free of my old pains.
Dawn sun kissed my face.
Morning breeze caressed me.
Wrapped me in a fond embrace,
As if the gods had blessed me.
No reason could I find
For the happiness I was feeling.
Pure beauty filled my mind.
The world its heart revealing.
Tomorrow will be the same.
I’ve found the cosmos’ heart,
It makes me glad I came.
Now I know that I’m a part
Of Life’s wondrous game.
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STAND
By Carl Martin Johnson
Will good men make a stand
When invaders push us hard?
Before vandals raze our land,
Will they at last stand guard?
Will our way of life be ended,
Our progeny denied its fruits.
Will those we’ve carelessly befriended
Poison the Tree of Liberty’s roots?
The enemy’s within our gates.
Our good hearts support them.
We risk our children’s fates
If we do not abort them.
So take up shield and spear!
Fellow patriots unite!
Protect what we hold dear!
For God and country fight!
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MY BODY SERVES MY SOUL
By Carl Martin Johnson
My body serves my soul.
That is the reason for its being.
Without it I’m still whole.
Its loss is my spirit’s freeing.
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BILLY MAGIC
By Carl Martin Johnson
Billy Magic was a happy boy.
He spread cheeriness around him.
You could almost smell the joy
Anywhere you found him.
There were those who ignored him,
Though he tried to make them smile.
But the young ones all adored him.
They liked Billy Magic’s style.
Children felt him passing by,
Yet never saw him there,
Save those with a quick sharp eye
Who noted a whirling in the air.
The animals all knew him.
They went wild when he grew near.
Dogs and cats would jump right through him.
They could tell he held them dear.
From Billy gladness flew.
His soul was always giving.
Just as it used to do
When Billy Magic was still living.
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DEATH OF A RAINDROP
By Carl Martin Johnson
I see a raindrop dripping,
Rolling down my windowpane.
I see its wet life slipping.
It will never come again.
It was born from a dark cloud’s womb,
Growing fatter ‘til it fell.
It chose my window as its tomb.
And went on to stormy hell.
It lived but a minute.
Did it fear death, I wonder?
Or was existence and all in it
Only a world of flash and thunder?
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A MOMENT ALONE IN MY HEAD
By Carl Martin Johnson
I escape into my mind
When I need to be alone.
That is where I find
A world that’s just my own.
There I find all I know,
All I’ve ever learned.
There is where I grow,
My memories deep burned.
God often meets me there.
He comforts my tired soul.
Our conversation is a prayer
That makes my spirit whole.
But I cannot forever hide.
I must return and do my part.
After my time inside,
I go back with a healthy heart.
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LET MY LIVING HAVE SOME WORTH
By Carl Martin Johnson
Let my living have some worth.
Leave
the world better for me.
Let the time I have on earth
Give pride to her who bore me.
I will enter the demon’s cave
To destroy the evil there.
God grant that I be brave,
And for my own life have no care.
Against all enemies I will guard.
Never shall I yield.
Every child will be my ward,
Safe behind my sword and shield.
I take oath to do my best.
I will walk this life with pride.
Should I fail when put to test,
I vow I will have tried.
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IF I FALL
By Carl Martin Johnson
If I fall before you, Brother,
Pick up my gun and fight.
We must stand with one another.
Together we have might.
To those who would defeat us,
We must show our sharpened steel.
Dare the evil ones to meet us.
Crush their hearts beneath our heel.
We must fight while we have breath.
The enemy’s at the gate.
The struggle is to the death.
God of Love vs. God of Hate.
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THE SOLDIER’S EYES
By Carl Martin Johnson
The day the soldier saw what’s true
Was the day he lost his eyes.
At first he thought his life was through.
But he was dealt a fine surprise.
He could no longer see the dawn,
Or the while glow of the moon.
His view of all outside was gone,
Yet he could better hear the tune.
What he touched with his finger,
Grass on his naked feet.
He let the sensations linger
The new experience was sweet.
Each breath that he took in
Passed his nostrils crisp and clear.
He could feel the life begin
Sense the energy appear.
This wound he would survive.
He would heal and learn to grow.
A new way to be alive.
Now his soul he’d come to know.
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TODAY YOU I EMBRACE
By Carl Martin Johnson
Today you I embrace,
Be you enemy or friend.
We share the human race.
We’ll be together in the end.
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DEMON RAGING
By Carl Martin Johnson
I saw the demon rage,
Tearing into tortured souls.
The monster fled his cage,
Freed from all controls.
His fangs were sharp with hate,
Eyes red with murderer’s blood.
Mankind has opened wide Hell’s Gate,
As Satan never could.
Weak spirits filled his maw,
Drained of Heaven’s grace.
Torn by tooth and claw.
Raw terror on each face.
He preyed upon Man’s sin.
Grew strong on human loss.
But the demon did not win.
I stabbed him with a Cross.
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A SINGLE STAR
By Carl Martin Johnson
Some nights I choose a single star
And pin to it my dreams.
I select from the celestial bazaar
Of brilliant starlight streams.
I make the stellar light my friend,
Asking to share its spark,
And beg its magic fire will lend
To warm me in the dark.
It lifts me in embrace,
Setting my sad soul aglow.
I kiss its lovely face,
While I look on the world below.
I store its wonder in my mind,
Along with those before.
When my sad heart feels confined,
They will make my spirit soar.
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