Brian Johnston

Gold Star - 14,354 Points (Jan.20,1943 / Oklahoma)

Ph: Life: World's End - Poem by Brian Johnston

Part 1

This is a true story about world’s end,
But don’t freak out for it was long ago
God’s message must have been garbled...
That the prophet’s prophecy failed you know.

And since those days in sixty eight
Such prophecies I now dismiss
Quite easily, I know the score,
For Bible says no man knows this.

In South Dakota, there’s a river meander
Called Lower Brule, on Indian land,
With twenty-eight sections of grass inside…
The Missouri corralled Dad’s cattle brand.

Two thousand cattle roamed unbroken land,
My summer job to mow and stack
Enough grass for food the whole winter…
For in it’s icy grip there’s no way back.

Our days were long and we worked hard,
New food supplies two hours by car
No TV helped to change our view
Of what was normal, what bizarre.

But how can I communicate the loneliness
Of such a life, though it is true day’s works
And meals brought us at least a taste
Of civilization’s near forgotten perks.

Near forty minute drive to nearest farm
As well, where lived a girl my age it seems,
As soon as I discovered this, though yet unmet,
Her aspect soon was fodder for my dreams.

This knowledge occasioned visit to her farm
Our very next road trip to town for supplies
And was she a cute farmer’s daughter
With skin smooth as cream and mischievous eyes.

Oh let me share how first visit ended,
With church invitation on coming Sunday,
Which I of course could not refuse
Although its denouement was not fun day.

How my excitement rose when Sunday came,
Drove to their farm to join their ride to town
And quite enjoyed the family on the way
Embracing warm acceptance like renown.

Part 2

Well the Chamberlin church we attended,
Was an hour by dirt road from their farm,
And the building of non-descript nature
That was simple but still had its charm.

The church chapel was longer than depth was,
With three folk on raised stage that was long
An accordion, bass drum for rhythm,
And harmonica supplements song.

We were led by the preacher’s hands waving
His drum’s foot pedal gave us a beat,
And with instruments played by two women
Seemed our little church band was complete.

Well the music that day was familiar
As we first sang one song and then more
Something strange, the time given to music,
Growling stomach was hard to ignore.

Wooden pews that we sat on were comfy
Perhaps two hundred folk in the flock
But when music went past forty minutes,
I was starting to glare at the clock.

I’d been thinking of lunch for some time now
But at last singing stops, sermon starts
And most saw something strange on the altar
With a sense that their path’s off the charts.

I could hardly believe the unfolding
But the “good news” was end of the world,
There were gasps, many tears, and prayers swallowed,
As his message from God was unfurled.

He invited us all to the altar,
A last chance for confession of sin,
We’d just days for loans needing repayment
To help purge all the evil within.

All alone, just a boy, I reflected,
As the whole crowd moved up to the stage,
Where with great fear they bemoaned this outcome…
My choice tough for a man any age.

Yes our Christ will return for He promised,
That is just why I trust so in Grace,
Feel no need to convince God of birthright,
In Christ’s love all sin gone without trace.

The one Christian perhaps who I see here
Was the one who just walked out the door.
It felt good stepping out of this melee
And God’s justice all I’m looking for.

Now I’ve finally come to the best part
How the preacher knew World’s End was near
For Canaveral’s rockets disgraced man
His faith based not in Love but in Fear.

Yes, our shooting those holes up in heaven
Was now finally causing man’s fall,
And our Scientist’s quest for more knowledge,
Was just bringing destruction to all.

Just a postscript about farmer’s daughter,
Couldn’t spend my life focused on sin,
For the world in my world has future
And with Science and Love man can win.

Topic(s) of this poem: life


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Brian Johnston
September 6,2015

Comments about Ph: Life: World's End by Brian Johnston

  • Bri Edwards (9/30/2015 6:04:00 PM)


    come on, Brian. i KNOW i sent a comment on this many, many months ago, didn't i? maybe it was in another lifetime.

    this is a fine poem. thanks for sharing. i shall [actually i already have] add this to my/our October showcase for PH poets which can be found in my list of poems on PH.

    [a separate message has been sent to you regarding this poem]
    to MyPoemList it goes.

    bri :)
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  • Abekah Emmanuel (9/9/2015 1:01:00 PM)


    Oh so Brian is indeed happy after there was a prophecy that the world would come to an end and never came? ha!
    Well, as for the end of the world, the Bible has stated unambiguously that, no man knows this, not even the angels, but Him alone. It's often disappointing to hear some one who claims to know this and even goes ahead to give a specific date, just like the arrival of a president in parliament.

    As a matter of fact, i was stunned when I read your first line in the first stanza and was immediately relaxed when you offered a calm statement to pacify my soul But don’t freak out for it was long ago.

    Another interesting thing is the lady you were dreaming of although you have not yet met her. Ha! I have been wondering and laughing here, how was that possible, how do you dream of a lady you have not yet seen?

    Near forty minute drive to nearest farm
    As well, where lived a girl my age it seems,
    As soon as I discovered this, though yet unmet,
    Her aspect soon was fodder for my dreams.

    This knowledge occasioned visit to her farm
    Our very next road trip to town for supplies
    And was she a cute farmer’s daughter
    With skin smooth as cream and mischievous eyes.

    Then I quickly remembered what wine can do(jokes) . Who knows if your roof was on fire while dreaming. haha!

    In all, it is a great poem and it still reminds me of the end of the world someday. Great piece!
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  • (9/8/2015 6:32:00 PM)


    Your story kept me on the edge of my seat. The end of the world! How many times that has been predicted - and always by some enlightened preacher, or so he believes. Very entertaining and well done, Brian. How could the world end when there are still so many wonderful poems flowing from your pen! Never fear - just keep us well supplied with those little gems you write. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 6, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, October 9, 2015


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