A wife drops a sock on the floor…she bends down to pick it up and sees another sock under the bed and crawls under to retrieve it. She notices some dust has accumulated so she goes and gets the vacuum and broom to clean it up. While she has those out she cleans the rest of the floors.
A husband drops a sock on the floor and kicks it under the bed.
~ Just Write a Poem…
Poetry should be easy to read
you don’t have to make it all frilly
No need to be filled with fancy words
whether you’re serious or silly
You can talk about a snowy day
the hard pouring rain or bright sunshine
Just put your feelings down on paper
hell, it doesn’t even have to rhyme
You can talk about your dog or wife
perhaps your cat or even your horse
Talk about your neighbor (maybe not)
the football field or the new golf course
Don’t be afraid to let people read
though there’s some folks that might laugh at it
But hey, at least you wrote a poem
while most of them guys didn’t do shit
So get out a pen and some paper
or typewriter if that’s what you got
Cause the key to doing something right
is to practice…and practice a lot
Jerry Brotherton
copyright 2020
Poems that did not make the cut
We’ve all got a hundred poems or stories that we’ve started and for some reason they just fell by the wayside. I thought I’d give them one chance to see the light of day before they were shoved back in to the reject pile. Ladies and gentlemen, I give to you my series of – Poems that did not make the cut.
The Other Side of the Story
The end of hickory dickory you don’t know
is when back up the side of the clock the mouse goes
The little shit chewed right through the wire
and that started a big ass house fire
To fix that damage, I had to pay through the nose
Get Out of the Way
All that grease in the sausage I ate
has my breakfast gurgling right on through
my stomach is not feeling so great
Man I really do have to go poo
Farmer and a Cowboy
To most city slickers I suppose
it’s a little hard for them to tell
the difference between a cowboy
and just a plain farmer. in the dell
Well one uses a horse and a rope
the other drives a tractor and plow
One smells like a fancy pickup truck
The other like the ass of a cow
Peaceful Nights
Sitting outside the firelight
I share this valley with the moon
The stars twinkle overhead
and the bullfrogs begin to croon
My fire sparks its own starlight
drifting up into the night sky
To God I give a prayer
as a wolf starts a lonely cry
~ My Covid Fear…
I know that all good things must meet their fate
but to die alone would bring such sorrows
None there to reminisce about the past
or to ponder upon the tomorrows
No one there to hold tightly my frail hand
or to gently caress my leathered cheek
With no last kiss to soothe my furrowed brow
no loving words given for memories keep
No one to whisper a final goodbye
or to pray for just a little more time
No one there to dry the tears from my face
as I succumb to the clocks closing chime
To pass unnoticed across the grey veil
with unfettered tears and shuddering breath
No one there to hear my last crying sigh
as my eyes darken with shadows of death
Jerry Brotherton
Copyright 2021
~ A Wannabe Cowboy…
Well I’ve lived in this Montana country
guess it’s been pert near fourteen years
I call myself a cowboy though I ain’t
roped a horse or branded no steers
Ain’t broke me no fiery eyed wild stallion
pushed cattle across open land
never fended off a mountain lion
or killed a grizz with my bare hands
I ain’t wrangled some ornery rustlers
with my rifle and colt six gun
or spent winter alone in a line shack
or been in a bar fight just for fun
But I got me a hat, some chaps and spurs
went and watched me a rodeo
I learned that to be a real life cowboy
is more than putting on a show
Don’t need to wear a Montana slope hat
to live the good old cowboy way
It’s more about how you respect the land
and always mean just what you say
You believe in traditions and honor
love, nature, honesty and song
A person who follows his commitments
though he may have to ride alone
If you want to be a cowboy my friend
then it’s having the fortitude
to stick to convictions and do what’s right
That is the cowboy’s attitude
Jerry Brotherton
Prairie Time – a coolection of poems and prose
copywright 2020
Jerry Brotherton 