He Shall Return

On By Jerry BrothertonIn flash, Short Stories10 Comments

My king is gone and my heart quakes at his memory. Men have forgotten what it was to have him in their depths. We are stone and no longer feel our hearts beating in our breasts. There is no one we could call to be a leader of men. Without guidance we are little more than animals. We squabble and fight; turning on our brothers because they do not have the same veneer. We kill each other for scraps of nothing. We are consumed by hate and blackness. The true courage of men has failed.

But hear me all you Heaven and Earth. Rejoice… for as long as there is but one left that keeps kindness in his heart, he will come again. His return will begin in the small deeds of man… in forgotten things and insignificant actions. Kindness will spark the kindling of Love and it will spread like wildfire through the souls of men.

Memories

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Poetry, Rhyming23 Comments

The lonesome whistle of a late night train

The sound of bullfrogs or a night owls screech

The melodic drip of a summer rain

These things pull me back to my town asleep

 

I could count the stars in the sky at night

Without smog or bright lights to drown the view

Bushes covered in fireflies glittered bright

Like golden mounds covered in misty dew

 

I had so many years of wasted dreams

Of where time did not move at a snail’s pace

I now know the only thing that I need

Is to return to that much simpler place

 

But my small town has completely vanished

Her quiet streets will never comfort me

My hopes of returning have been banished

All that’s left are this old man’s memories

We called it the Seventies

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Poetry, Rhyming18 Comments

In front of you I can now stand

To proclaim that I was there

And how this old, fat, balding man

Knew that in love and lust all was fair

 

Never sure if I’d make it through those days

It took too many things to tell me I was alive

Without you I would’ve wasted away

I depended on you just to survive

 

I searched and tried to find my own way

Struggled so hard just to reach the door

I survived those years, but sad to say

A lot of brain cells were left on bar room floors

 

Too many tears that were my fault

Too many hurts that I never meant to be

Through too many unwritten assaults

You still remained there beside me

Abuse

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Poetry, Rhyming15 Comments

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

Recluse

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Free Verse, Poetry15 Comments

He locked his doors to keep people away

He locked his heart to keep from knowing the pain of love

He locked his mind to forget that he once had a choice

Because all choice has long ago abandoned him

Now he is a prisoner to his seclusion