Voting Booth

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Haibun, Poetry1 Comment 
there's a reset switch
that will let us start over 
called a voting booth
I don't think anyone can look at the actions of America's modern Gestapo and tell me that they believe everything is fine. When we are willing to trade our freedom for a few cents off the price of a gallon of gas or a dozen eggs something is seriously off kilter. I don't care if you believe in the current administration or not. Wrong is wrong. When one man has caused so much hate, that the tear in the fabric of our nation has become so wide, action must be taken before it becomes unmendable. 

Sitting here on my tiny pile of rocks in the middle of the Ozarks of Missouri, seems to me the answer is pretty darn plain to see. Democracy does not mean, all for one. But one for all. When that one is trying to change the majority to suit him, then the majority must act.

Your vote is your biggest voice of any protest. From the local dogcatcher to the president, every election matters. Every vote matters. Vote as if your life depends on it—because it does.

~Modern Politics~

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Free Verse, PoetryLeave a comment 

I'll keep searching
through
the rubble
and trash
trying to find
the answer that
perhaps 
does not exist

thinking there has
to be someone 
who can 
make a difference
make a change
take a chance 
to turn it 
all around
though they
keep on
telling me
it’s futile to resist

I will never give in

Now That I’ve Reached a Certain Age (Part Two)

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Free Verse, Poetry2 Comments 
Now that I’ve reached a certain age
I worry that every bill 
I get in the mail
could be the one
that tips the scale

that drops my accounts 
below nil. 

Even though
I’ve cut all the corners until
it’s now just a straight line
to the poor house

sliced the potatoes so thin 
you can read the past due
notices through them

and still don’t have enough
left over to pay
attention or buy that
lottery ticket to salvation

The Silence of Nature

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Poetry, RhymingLeave a comment 
Sometimes it shrieks, hoots or creaks,
whistles, cries, trills or squeaks,
rattles, russles gurgles or moans,
babbles, crackles, grunts or groans.

Sometimes it chatters, chirps or howls,
baas, ribbits, hisses, roars or growls,
cackles, coos, squawks or crows,
chitters, bleats, clucks or bellows.

Sometimes it, barks, buzzes or caws,
clicks, gobbles, gurbles or heehaws,
moos, humms, oinks, meows or neighs,
peeps, purrs, quacks, snuffles or brays

the silence of nature is a never-ending song,
forget your troubles and come sings along.

Now That I’ve Reached a Certain Age

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Free Verse, Poetry3 Comments 
Now that I’ve reached 
a certain age
I’m afraid
every ring of the phone
every knock on the door,

Might be telling me 
someone ain’t on this earth
no more.

Dropped stone cold dead
while lying on the couch
watching reruns of NCIS.

Cops rummaging through,
the mess. Looking for clues, 
of who did what and,
who knew who.

But a bit excited too
that maybe one of the kids 
or the neighbor or
a stranger selling bibles,

Dropped by 
just to say hi
and I end up
having an hour-long
talk 

About how
my warranty has expired
or why I’m always 
so tired anymore