Category: Rhyming

The Good Life?

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Poetry, Rhyming8 Comments

Our country is strong

We all know that

Said the politicians

To the diplomat

There’s no such thing

As an economic depression

 

Then they scurry on by

So they won’t have to gaze

Down the dark streets

Or the cold alleyways

Where America hides

Its transgressions

 

Happy New Year

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Poetry, Rhyming37 Comments

Ok ladies and germs. 2018 is just over the hill and it is never too early to be thinking about the dreaded resolutions. I have never really made resolutions in the past. Partly because I know I won’t stick with them and mostly because I pretend to be cool like ‘The Fonz’. But here is my list anyway and this year I resolve to follow them until at least the 4th.

 

I’ll join the runners at the starting line

I will clean those pantry shelves

Make a promise to spend more time

Creating a healthier self

Throw away all the junk food

Maybe head down to the gym

Eat less, walk more

And make my body slim

I will learn a new language

Maybe how to knit or crochet

I will put away all my pennies

To save for a rainy day

I’ll quit smoking and cussing

I’ll consume no more alcohol

I’ll adopt a pet, learn to cook

Start buying local and not at the mall

I’ll go to church, pray for peace

Try something new each day

I’ll learn to relate, to meditate

Speak only if I’ve something nice to say

I’ll be on time, get more sleep

Watch far less TV

I’ll say the words, “I Love You” more

To all my family

I’ll spend more time in the great outdoors

Enjoying the little things

I will become more confident

Maybe even learn to sing

I’ll stop judging people by the way they look

I’ll think before I speak

I’ll look for the good and ignore the bad

I will stand up for the weak 

Spend less time on Facebook

More time on the Backyard Poet

I’ll write more blogs, make new friends

Be more considerate and show it

 

 

 

Age

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Poetry, Rhyming9 Comments

Mortality rides upon my shoulders

Whispers words of doubt into my ears

It has taken from me precious moments

With the blink of an eye turned them to years

Tearing at the cracks in my memories

Revealing my deepest desires and fears

Confusing fantasy with reality

And turning happiness to sorrowed tears

Incoherant Ramblings 2017

Memories

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Poetry, Rhyming23 Comments

The lonesome whistle of a late night train

The sound of bullfrogs or a night owls screech

The melodic drip of a summer rain

These things pull me back to my town asleep

 

I could count the stars in the sky at night

Without smog or bright lights to drown the view

Bushes covered in fireflies glittered bright

Like golden mounds covered in misty dew

 

I had so many years of wasted dreams

Of where time did not move at a snail’s pace

I now know the only thing that I need

Is to return to that much simpler place

 

But my small town has completely vanished

Her quiet streets will never comfort me

My hopes of returning have been banished

All that’s left are this old man’s memories

We called it the Seventies

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Poetry, Rhyming18 Comments

In front of you I can now stand

To proclaim that I was there

And how this old, fat, balding man

Knew that in love and lust all was fair

 

Never sure if I’d make it through those days

It took too many things to tell me I was alive

Without you I would’ve wasted away

I depended on you just to survive

 

I searched and tried to find my own way

Struggled so hard just to reach the door

I survived those years, but sad to say

A lot of brain cells were left on bar room floors

 

Too many tears that were my fault

Too many hurts that I never meant to be

Through too many unwritten assaults

You still remained there beside me