Tag: poem

~ Am I Original…

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Poetry, Tercet1 Comment

As I sit here and pen this rhyme
I wonder if there may come a time
someone else might have the same words to say

As we sit under the same moon
and write tales about a lover’s swoon
will we tell it in the very same way

There are only so many words
to use as nouns, adjectives and verbs
coincidence dictates it might be so

Cause I have read so many bards
that the chances might not be that hard
I could do it and never really know

After all there’s been many times
I’ve struggled to find a way to rhyme
the word horse with anything but ‘of course’

I guess I could make up a word
one nobody else has ever heard
like the evil stallion who bucked and ‘snorsed’

I don’t know why I worry so
there’s probably no one else you know
with a mind quite as twisted and depraved

So if you ever think for sure
you have read these exact words before
know that I didn’t mean to misbehave

~ Another Rule to Break…

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Poetry, Rhyming3 Comments

Well the experts say
in your poetry
don’t use a cliché
to tell your story

bleeding hearts of men
the tail of a dog
clucking like old hens
croaking like a frog

a bright twinkling star
the light of the moon
runs like a new car
humming of a tune

she’s the cat’s meow
the chug of a train
a slow drifting cloud
the patter of rain

even this rhyme scheme
of ABAB
has no place it seems
in your poetry

so maybe what’s wrong
with this world today
we all go along
with what experts say

cause with no cliché
just what can I do
no ‘Happy Birthday’
or an ‘I Love You’

so my word to you
forget what they say
if it works for you
do it anyway

~ The Dance…

On By Jerry BrothertonIn cowboy, Poetry1 Comment

The world is filled with some fancy dancers
who’ll come a prancing through your bedroom door
They’ll do a pretty good job of makin
you think they’re spot on what you’re lookin for

But they’ll hem and haw and skirt the edges
never quite proving what they claim to be
They’ll never give you any straight answers
when you tell em just what it is you need

The words will roll cross their tongues so easy
they’ll try to hide behind a white toothed lie
Watch ‘em primp and prune their fancy feathers
while promising you the moon in the sky

Just keep on looking for the kind of man
who’s only promise is a life of love
And asks for nothing but to share that life
under a wide Montana sky above

You’ll know for sure my dear when you’ve found him
the right cowboy will treat you like he should
never take a single breath without you
and no one will care for you like he would

So I’ll toss my hat into the circle
though I can never promise you the world
I can make darn sure to never hurt you
if you’ll only be this cowboy’s cowgirl

~ Will I Be Remembered…

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Poetry, Rhyming4 Comments


I only hope that someday the words
I bleed into each poem and rhyme
Will bequeath such a legacy that
it’s able to bridge the gap of time

Perhaps the future might honor me
for these simple words I leave behind
Or will these poems rust and splinter
into scraps penned from a withered mind

~ By Just a smidge…

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Poetry, Rhyming5 Comments

I may be 5 foot 9 but by the time
I have to reach over my middle tire
A skinny person of lets say 5 feet
might reach things a couple inches higher

Those tricky top shelves are strictly for things
I know that I’m never going to need
Like huckleberry jam, rice vinegar,
brown paper lunch bags and caraway seed

When searching through the kitchen cabinets
I find that I’m too short by just a smidge
So I have no idea what’s hiding in
that little cabinet over the fridge