Tag: love

Broken / Repaired

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Haibun, PoetryLeave a comment 
There was a time when we were young that my life was broken and shattered into a thousand pieces. Each fragment was scattered about the universe and many of the pieces were hidden in the darkest places where humanity could not survive. Yet, you stubbornly sifted through the emptiness and filth of the world to gather all those pieces. With kindness, compassion and love, you carefully examined each one. You traced each of their jagged edges with your soft fingers until you knew where it belonged. With caring you guided them back into their place. Until I was whole.

Nothing’s so busted
it can’t be put together
with patience and love

The Power of Words

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Poetry, Tercet1 Comment 
I’ve listened to or read, 
some of the greatest poets and bards, 
that have left us their words through the years. 

So many of those words, 
have left my heart full of happiness, 
and some others have moved me to tears. 

Some wars have been started,
from the stirring speeches people spoke, 
that sent many brave men to their grave. 

Many eloquent tongues, 
have demanded peace and harmony, 
and we will honor those word they gave. 

Fine words have been written, 
upon our monuments and statues, 
so history remembers their name. 

Even some war mongers, 
speaking words we must never forget, 
have caused their nations to act in shame.

Some elaborate words, 
have been used to describe how it feels,
anytime I come close to you. 

Baby the sweetest words,
that these ears of mine have ever heard,
was when you said those two words, 
“I Do.”

***To You She is Mother***

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Free Verse, PoetryLeave a comment

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…

“Days of Innocence”

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Poetry, song lyrics2 Comments

Lying in the shade with you,

beneath the weeping willow tree.

There was no one else in the world,

that could love you as much as me.

With the bright sun shining down from,

another clear and cloudless day.

We made a vow to each other,

we would always keep it that way.

Chorus:

I long for those days of innocents,

our laughter floating on the wind.

Lying on a blanket on the grass,

with you there in my arms again.

But the days kept on turning faster,

promises made, faded away.

Sometimes our hearts just can’t write the checks,

for the bills that have to be paid.

When I hear one of those old song,

drifting out from my radio.

My memories start getting strong,

and right back to that hill I’ll go.

I wonder, do you think of me,

those nights when the moon rises high.

Do you remember that first kiss,

the wanting hidden in my eyes.

Repeat Chorus:

I wish that I could blame someone else,

for why I turned and walked away.

But, sometimes our hearts can’t write the checks,

for the bills that still have to be paid.

First Kisses

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Free Verse, Poetry2 Comments

I would love to say,

I saw lightning flashing,

heard thunder rolling,

fireworks exploding in the air,

like on ‘Love American Style’.

But I was too busy,

shaking and sweating.

Television and realty,

are never quite the same.