Tag: reflection

A Vote for Nixon

On By Jerry BrothertonIn Free Verse, Poetry5 Comments

The politicians danced around town

Telling all the people what they wanted to hear

Their promises came wrapped in the fine clothes of prosperity

Our town would ‘reap great rewards

Absolutely no one will be left out’ they shouted

They filled the air with hopes and dreams

All the men heard the news at town hall meetings

And gatherings around their watering holes

They carried it home to their wives

Those were happy days

Anticipating all the good things to come

The politicians came and went…

Their promises came and went…

Their prosperity never came at all.

Happy Holidays

On By Jerry BrothertonIn flash, Short Stories11 Comments

There seems to be a controversy among many of you, demanding that we put ‘Christ’ back in Christmas. I would like to attempt to explain difference between “Merry Christmas” and “Happy Holidays”.

Christmas is the act of honoring God and the birth of our Savior. It is about helping our fellow man in their time of need. If it is your intent to donate your purchases to charity or volunteering at your local shelter or even helping the elderly by providing some friendship, then I say to you, “Merry Christmas and May God Bless you.”

However, when you come through the checkout lane with your cart filled with decorations, candy and ornaments or you push and shove your fellow shoppers just to get to that one toy so you can give it to someone that doesn’t really need it, just so you can have some self-gratification on December 25th; then you my friend are celebrating the man-made HOLIDAY created for the soul purpose of profit. Quite the opposite of the Christmas spirit.

So please do not proclaim to the world that the people of retail are Devil worshippers or anti-American when they say to you, “Happy Holidays”.

Words are just words; it’s our actions that will bring Christ back to Christmas and it’s up to each of us to keep him in our hearts.

 

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

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