Author: Jerry Brotherton

I am The Backyard Poet and I warn you that, not only will I ramble on about nothing but, I have been known to stand upon my soapbox and rant about things I care nothing about just to hear the sound of my own voice. I will try to force my opinion upon anyone willing to pay the slightest attention.

Among the Stars and Moon

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Poetry, Rhyming26 Comments

Among the Stars and Moon

You told me so many stories

Tales of someday very soon

Your God would lift our mortal veil

And we would join the stars and moon

 

I paid no heed to your warnings

For I was innocent and young

I had so many dreams to live

Too many songs left yet unsung

 

Tonight the ring broke the silence

Told me your words had come to pass

That your God sent down his Angels

And they welcomed you home at last

 

Now, that age has crept upon me

Can’t help but think about it all

How, in my life, I seldom prayed

That’s if I ever prayed at all

 

If it’s not too late my brother

I’ll learn that celestial tune

So that we might dance together

Out there, among the stars and moon

Transitions

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Free Verse, Poetry4 Comments

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Ah yes there’s the rub; life’s small transitions

A birth to youth, youth to age, age to death

Much too quickly my brothers and sisters

Have passed through their veil of reality

And now join the orchestra of rapture

Too quickly I follow their lanterns glow

Sing to me a song, my Angels of grief

I can’t remember my life from before

Carefree and chasing the forever more

Maybe there are some things that can be left unsaid. But, I love you, is not it.

On By Jerry BrothertonIn flash, Short Stories20 Comments

When I was young my parents told me that I would wish I had this time to live again. I have to say that I thought they were a bit senile. Who in their right mind would want to live with no TV, cell phone or Facebook? Who wants to fish in clean water, breathe unpolluted air, or play in the middle of the street without harm? Who needs to sleep through a silent night or wake early to play in dew covered grass? Who needs simplicity, friends …family? Why would I long to hug my father, to kiss my mother’s brow, to tell my brothers and sisters I love them.

“Not me,” said the ignorance of youth.

 

Working for a Living

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Poetry, Rhyming1 Comment

Any job you do not love

Is a job that never ends

The way to make it better

Is to share it with a friend