Category: Poetry

***To You She is Mother***

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Free Verse, PoetryLeave a comment

bringer of life,

giver of love,

sculptor of minds,

painter of dreams,

the calmer,

the soother, the rock…

Holding you through the tears

of mistakes done,

when dreams won’t come,

when milestones are won.

Inspiring you to begin,

to reach the end,

and then start again,

flying higher,

going farther,

moving faster…

She cherishes you,

holds you,

knows you,

at times scolds you,

but you know she will always,

love you…

She is your

unyielding,

invulnerable protector…

Yes,

To you she is mother.

To me…

She is fierce,

soft,

gentle,

lover,

fighter.

inspiration,

imagination,

stimulation,

motivation,

admiration,

rolled into one package…

In that package, a brain,

brilliant,

calculating,

supportive,

unselfish,

forgiving…

In that package, a heart,

caring,

sharing,

loving,

generous

compassionate,

tender,

affectionate,

supportive,

romantic…

In that package, a soul,

the spirit of

an angel’s grace,

where evil,

has no place,

and even the saints would cry tears,

over her purity…

In that package, her hands,

a touch that can,

calm the rage,

that boils inside of me,

exposing my insanity,

steering me.

from the brink of,

catastrophe…

In that package, her arms,

that wrap around me,

bringing harmony,

peace,

contentment,

love,

reality…

To you she is mother…

to the world she is my wife…

to me she is,

my life…

~Sound of Nature~

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Poetry, TercetLeave a comment

A small stream gurgles,

a cool brook babbles,

the river meanders along.

The sea waves crash,

the universe whispers,

it’s all part of nature’s song.

Monoku Monday Volume 1

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Monoku, PoetryLeave a comment

#1 – useless – “when mad men let evil reign unchecked in the name of democracy”

#2 – hidden agendas – “in politics and finance there’s no one we can trust, not even ourselves”

#3 – because i said so – “pounding one’s chest and roaring obscenities does not make them a leader”

#4 – bull crap – “the more you spread, the more people will pay to get rid of the smell”

#5 – perhaps they were right -“we poets have always believed we can use words to change the world—maybe guns will work better”

~Broken Resolve~

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Haibun, Poetry2 Comments

“though resolutions fail and promises may get broken—we must still keep trying“

Now that all the family and friends have retreated back to their own caves to digest the pies, cookies and candied everything of another holiday ruckus, it’s finally time for me to tidy up the old homestead. January has arrived here in the Ozarks. It is traditionally a month of resolutions. Those promises we all make to ourselves to be better neighbors, better friends, better family…better human beings. Time for reflection and regeneration. A time to remember those things that treated us well and how not to repeat the mistakes we’ve made throughout the years. I have my list, though I’m sure most of them will fall by the wayside within days, I’ll still try to keep them as long as I can. Because even though I’ll only keep my resolution for a day, a week or a month, my life might be in a better place for a while. Besides, who says I can only make a resolution once?

“Days of Innocence”

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Poetry, song lyrics2 Comments

Lying in the shade with you,

beneath the weeping willow tree.

There was no one else in the world,

that could love you as much as me.

With the bright sun shining down from,

another clear and cloudless day.

We made a vow to each other,

we would always keep it that way.

Chorus:

I long for those days of innocents,

our laughter floating on the wind.

Lying on a blanket on the grass,

with you there in my arms again.

But the days kept on turning faster,

promises made, faded away.

Sometimes our hearts just can’t write the checks,

for the bills that have to be paid.

When I hear one of those old song,

drifting out from my radio.

My memories start getting strong,

and right back to that hill I’ll go.

I wonder, do you think of me,

those nights when the moon rises high.

Do you remember that first kiss,

the wanting hidden in my eyes.

Repeat Chorus:

I wish that I could blame someone else,

for why I turned and walked away.

But, sometimes our hearts can’t write the checks,

for the bills that still have to be paid.