Category: Rhyming

Lies

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Poetry, Rhyming10 Comments

Running down those country roads

We were sixteen, free and alone

Didn’t care what life had in store for us

Just singing the songs of our own

 

Where did those children go

They spread their wings and flew away

I lost track of them so long ago

If only I could go back to those days

 

I would not worry about the hypocrites

Or all the other ne’er-do-well

They should have followed their own advice

As far as I can tell

 

But we listened to all of their lies

Instead of letting our hearts sing

I watched the sunrise fade from your eyes

And now I know what the future brings

Christmas Poems

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Poetry, Rhyming5 Comments

Christmas Past

On the face of many Christmas’s past

Fond memories still linger true and sound

Cold weather, snow and frost will never last

When the warmth of your friendship does abound

 

Christmas Present

A mom moves through the silent home

While all her children sleep and dream

Dying embers cast soft shadows

On their gentle sleeping faces

She smiles; it is the life she loves

 

Christmas Future

She sits alone in the dark

Her tree is unlit and bare

The room is so cold and stark

Only her last breath stirs the air

Her family all far from home

Living their Christmas fare

Across the world they did roam

Leaving no one left to care

The Trailer on the Corner

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Poetry, Rhyming4 Comments

He passed around his bottle again

For any who entered he called friend

Never a stranger there in the house

Of that joyful man and gentle spouse

People with no names were welcome there

Warm yourself, eat and let your head clear

Move on down the road a better man

Faith renewed that there’s a greater plan

Gone twenty minutes or twenty years

He’d still welcome you home without fear

Share a hug…story…a shot of wine

He was not just a man, but friend for all time

Revolution?

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Poetry, Rhyming13 Comments

To see America in this place makes me weep

When the only hope we have to spread our message

Maybe to take up our arms and march through the street

In an attempt to save ourselves from the wreckage

They regulate all our thoughts and actions freely

As they sell us diet colas and empty hope

They can sell us our leaders just as easily

When we traded religion for their plug-in trope

I want to see those men hidden in the shadows

Pushing the buttons destroying our resistance

Bring them forward to face me in the light and show

Why a corrupt government deserves existence

Step forward all true American loyalists

Take back the land of the free; the home of the brave

Perhaps this might be the only chance we will get

Will it be liberty or a walk to the grave?

Decisions

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Poetry, Rhyming2 Comments

Should I go on down to Main street

Where the season fills the night

Press my nose against the glass

And longingly stare at the sight

Of things in the stores

I can no longer afford to enter

 

Or rush on back home

Cock my guns and bolt my locks

Tuck my life away

Inside my wooden box

And wonder if I can

Survive the nuclear winter