Do you remember
playing out in the street
and a man came by
said he had something
sweet
and it’s yours
for free
if you come with me
Your friends ran away
leaving you there
with a smile on your face
and a ribbon in your hair
all they could do was stare
as you walked away
holding his hand
they never saw you again
Do you remember
that time down on Clary
when those two dudes
rolled up looking scary
with their nines at their side
when they stepped
out of that fine
looking ride
you said that’s
the life for me
the way it ought to be
not taking shit
from nobody
now your doing life
in the penitentiary
with a guy named Earl
Do you remember
that feeling
when you took
what he was dealing
and it left your senses
reeling
clear down to your
tingling toes
your fingers
twitching
your nose
itching
your mind numb
did you know
it was dumb
or was you too
high to care
as they
laid you on the slab
in the autopsy lab
the man said
what a pity
this girl was so pretty
but that was never
enough for you
***To You She is Mother***
bringer of life,
giver of love,
sculptor of minds,
painter of dreams,
the calmer,
the soother, the rock…
Holding you through the tears
of mistakes done,
when dreams won’t come,
when milestones are won.
Inspiring you to begin,
to reach the end,
and then start again,
flying higher,
going farther,
moving faster…
She cherishes you,
holds you,
knows you,
at times scolds you,
but you know she will always,
love you…
She is your
unyielding,
invulnerable protector…
Yes,
To you she is mother.
To me…
She is fierce,
soft,
gentle,
lover,
fighter.
inspiration,
imagination,
stimulation,
motivation,
admiration,
rolled into one package…
In that package, a brain,
brilliant,
calculating,
supportive,
unselfish,
forgiving…
In that package, a heart,
caring,
sharing,
loving,
generous
compassionate,
tender,
affectionate,
supportive,
romantic…
In that package, a soul,
the spirit of
an angel’s grace,
where evil,
has no place,
and even the saints would cry tears,
over her purity…
In that package, her hands,
a touch that can,
calm the rage,
that boils inside of me,
exposing my insanity,
steering me.
from the brink of,
catastrophe…
In that package, her arms,
that wrap around me,
bringing harmony,
peace,
contentment,
love,
reality…
To you she is mother…
to the world she is my wife…
to me she is,
my life…
~Sound of Nature~
A small stream gurgles,
a cool brook babbles,
the river meanders along.
The sea waves crash,
the universe whispers,
it’s all part of nature’s song.
Monoku Monday Volume 1
#1 – useless – “when mad men let evil reign unchecked in the name of democracy”
#2 – hidden agendas – “in politics and finance there’s no one we can trust, not even ourselves”
#3 – because i said so – “pounding one’s chest and roaring obscenities does not make them a leader”
#4 – bull crap – “the more you spread, the more people will pay to get rid of the smell”
#5 – perhaps they were right -“we poets have always believed we can use words to change the world—maybe guns will work better”
~Broken Resolve~
“though resolutions fail and promises may get broken—we must still keep trying“
Now that all the family and friends have retreated back to their own caves to digest the pies, cookies and candied everything of another holiday ruckus, it’s finally time for me to tidy up the old homestead. January has arrived here in the Ozarks. It is traditionally a month of resolutions. Those promises we all make to ourselves to be better neighbors, better friends, better family…better human beings. Time for reflection and regeneration. A time to remember those things that treated us well and how not to repeat the mistakes we’ve made throughout the years. I have my list, though I’m sure most of them will fall by the wayside within days, I’ll still try to keep them as long as I can. Because even though I’ll only keep my resolution for a day, a week or a month, my life might be in a better place for a while. Besides, who says I can only make a resolution once?
Jerry Brotherton 