Another election came and went
after it was over we found
we had a brand new
president or an old one
re-done
but one who doesn’t
represent the will
of his constituents
I’d call him a bully
a liar
a thief
but that would be
a compliment
Category: Poetry
New Year’s Toast
We must forget the past and work,
together for a brighter morn.
Let hatred die with the old year,
and let our new future be born.
So, let us touch our glasses,
together in a toast to better ways.
Here’s to your prosperity my friends,
may life bring you better days…
New Year’s Eve
New Year’s Eve is full of greetings and salutations.
So let’s start it off right with drunken celebrations.
First Kisses
I would love to say,
I saw lightning flashing,
heard thunder rolling,
fireworks exploding in the air,
like on ‘Love American Style’.
But I was too busy,
shaking and sweating.
Television and realty,
are never quite the same.
Sleeping Alone
even in a crowd one can still find solitude—silence is overrated
My children got me a subscription to a service called Storyworth. It sends me a weekly prompt, usually something about my childhood, to help get those creative juices flowing. Of course, the end result will hopefully be to produce a kind of diary that might leave some small insight into who I was back in the day.
One of those prompts read, “when you were a child, did you have to share a bedroom and possibly a bed with your siblings?”
Wait a doggone second guys. Do you mean to tell me that sleeping alone when you were a child is a real thing? Man, when I was growing up back in Wakenda, I recall the biggest house we ever lived in had four bedrooms. I know that a four-bedroom house might sound like a mansion but when you throw in the fact that there were more kids than you could count without using your toes, plus mom and dad, that sure didn’t leave much space.
Heck, even after I joined the Army, depending on where I was stationed, I had to share a bedroom with 4 to 12 other people. Then I got married and spent each night of my life sharing a bed.
After all those years, I’m not sure I could sleep a whole night without the sound of snoring and an occasional fart drifting out from under the covers.
Jerry Brotherton 