I'll keep searching
through
the rubble
and trash
trying to find
the answer that
perhaps
does not exist
thinking there has
to be someone
who can
make a difference
make a change
take a chance
to turn it
all around
though they
keep on
telling me
it’s futile to resist
I will never give in
Tag: politics
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”
~Comme Ci, Comme Ca~
Another election came and went
after it was over we found
we had a brand new
president or an old one
re-done
but one who doesn’t
represent the will
of his constituents
I’d call him a bully
a liar
a thief
but that would be
a compliment
Back on My Side of the Road
In honor of Poetry Month, I am resurrecting my old WordPress website, The Backyard Poet.
https://thebackyardpoetcom.wordpress.com
I sure would appreciate you dropping by and giving me a look. Check out some of the old stuff and hopefully enjoy some new poetry and flash fiction.
~Back on My Side of the Road~
4/1/2025 Jerry Brotherton
I’ve tried to walk in the middle,
keep my mouth shut when I can.
But my silence is over,
and it’s time to make my stand.
No longer can I sit idly by,
with this world in disarray.
I’ll voice my mind and my heart,
let the chips fall where they may.
Politically Correct…
From a distance, you couldn’t tell the difference between John and Anthony. Just two boys standing on the street corner outside their school. They talked about sports, girls and fishing. They were laughing and joking while they waited for their parents. They shared each other’s phone numbers and said they’d get together. Soon their rides arrived and John got into a red Ford F150 while Anthony hopped into the backseat of a blue Prius. When they reached the stoplight, the red truck took a right turn and the blue car turned left. The boys never spoke to each other again
Jerry Brotherton 