Comedy Sans Tragedy

Jerry Bradford aka Jerry Atrixx on Jun 11, 2010

Regrets. "A man is not old until his regrets are greater than his dreams" ~anonymous.

Chiseled away striated sandstone

Fizzled, bamboozled, bluntly broke down

Mercilessly weakened signal to life’s cellphone

Contact lens dropped onto the midnight muddied ground

Gristle and ground dry dinosaur bones

Whistles to virtually inept and indifferently deaf ears

Urethra scraped by capitalizing kidney stones

A life palpably paralyzed by a pageant of fears

Widdled away like hickory’s wood

Sizzling under the fire of effort resistant existence

Helplessly haunted and miserably misunderstood

Sad that you cant see clear anymore when really you never could

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Comments (9)

clay hurtubise on Jun 11, 2010
Good piece: there is hope for me yet!
Thanks,
Clay
Jerry Bradford aka Jerry Atrixx on Jun 11, 2010
Thanks Clay. I think their is a virtual cornucopia of hope and abilities in you.

Appreciate your comments.
Ask Cash on Jun 11, 2010
This poem brings up beautiful imagery. I can literally sense the pathos and helplessness.
Steven West on Jun 12, 2010
Excellent poem. Very descriptive.
Ruby Hawk on Jun 12, 2010
It’s a dreary picture.
yresh12 on Jun 13, 2010
impressive.
emmy19 on Jun 16, 2010
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Thanks for this informative and lovely sharing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
sara20 on Jun 17, 2010
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Thanks and cheers.
Sara
Jerry Bradford aka Jerry Atrixx on Jun 20, 2010
Thanks everyone for their kind comments.

Hi there!