Where lies the line,
between humility and pride,
when does ambition become greed.
How short is the distance,
from disapproval to wrath,
between admiration and envy.
How easy is it to turn,
infatuation to lust,
indulgence into gluttony.
Will we know when,
relaxation becomes sloth,
or when a flower becomes just a weed.
Category: Tercet
~ Am I Original…
As I sit here and pen this rhyme
I wonder if there may come a time
someone else might have the same words to say
As we sit under the same moon
and write tales about a lover’s swoon
will we tell it in the very same way
There are only so many words
to use as nouns, adjectives and verbs
coincidence dictates it might be so
Cause I have read so many bards
that the chances might not be that hard
I could do it and never really know
After all there’s been many times
I’ve struggled to find a way to rhyme
the word horse with anything but ‘of course’
I guess I could make up a word
one nobody else has ever heard
like the evil stallion who bucked and ‘snorsed’
I don’t know why I worry so
there’s probably no one else you know
with a mind quite as twisted and depraved
So if you ever think for sure
you have read these exact words before
know that I didn’t mean to misbehave
~ Daydreaming…
If I could only be a summer breeze
gently stirring the leaves of aspen trees
while drifting slow across this valley floor
If I could only be a butterfly
then I could flit and float about the sky
rest upon some flowers to be adored
If I could only be a red tailed hawk
then the people would point at me and gawk
while high up above their heads I would soar
If I could only be a spotted deer
I would drink from the mountain stream so clear
I could see the trout swimming from the shore
If I could only gather up the nerve
I could give you the life that you deserve
I would never be alone anymore
But I cannot be any of these things
because it is a cowboy’s life I sing
and a cowboy I will stay evermore
After the Game
Super bowl Sunday
ended yesterday
I was sure my diet had won
I did not prevail
when I saw the scale
and it read my old weight plus one
So now that football
won’t be back ‘til fall
I will get back to it again
No more tasty sweets
Cookies, pies or treats
And this time I’m going to win
Going to work out
That’s what it’s about
Making my flabby muscles strong
I look at the road
And see it has snowed
So starting today might be wrong
Jerry Brotherton 