Abuse

You are not the tears you shed

At the loss of childhood dreams

You are not the pain that led

To the sound of piercing screams

 

You are not the reason why

You had to face the world alone

You’re not the words they let fly

And turned your heart to stone

 

I know it is hard to comprehend

A future full and bright

But Just reach out and take his hand

And God will make it right

I Pity You

If you’ve never watched a summer’s day pass

While basking in the shade of a tall oak tree

Never smelled fresh turned earth or new mown grass

Or the feel of mud between the toes of shoeless feet

 

If you have not known a Spring night’s  seductive charms

Watching moon and stars in a cloudless night

While folded in the warmth of a lovers arms

Lost in the rapture of love’s delight

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To My Sister

Paula Kay

You have taken my sister home

Released her of heartache and pain

I know when it’s my time to come

I will bask in her love again

Yet my heart cries from missing her

My dark and saddened eyes do grieve

My memories and feelings stir

Life without her can’t be perceived

They say she’s in a better place

In my heart I know it is true

I long to see her smiling face

Shining with joy like it used to

She no longer suffers in pain

For this I thank you every day

Still unshed tears and sorrow reign

Hoping that somehow she could stay

My bosom laments with sorrow

Wishing she was now here with us

Still I know that come tomorrow

I will live on like we all must

From Heaven’s cup she does now sip

No dreams of hers she left unfilled

Relief came on her smiling lips

Showed that her tortured mind was stilled

When time with us grew near its end

With sweet reflections from our past

A truth of hope to us is lent

Our Love for her will ever last

Goodbye sweet sister and dear friend

I will keep you here in my heart

Though your time on earth might be spent

Our hearts will never be apart

This I will say to all the world

Praise God’s greatness in what you do

And when eternity unfurls

May your loved ones be there with you

Jerry Brotherton

The Backyard Poet

excerpt from ‘Incoherant Ramblings of an Old Man’

©All Rights Reserved 2017

 

Survivors

In my life I’ve known bold men that laid down their souls

And we sing of their virtues through lyrics and prose

But none sing the praises of wives left alone

Or the children who live with no father at home

 

To glory we said and to battle they’d rush

While wives stay at home and forgive them they must

War is hell for everyone and we must never forget it

A prayer to the survivors who each day must relive it

 

Encore

Down passions path we were led

Until we could march no more

With appetence robustly fed

Exhausted to our core

I lie beside you in loves soft bed

Your taste still touching my lips

With loves scent lingering in my head

Into the world of dreams I slip

Until morning’s light the darkness sheds

Your soft skin glows like fire

I kiss you again from toe to head

Rekindling our desire