tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951288535764443487.comments2013-06-15T17:22:58.057-07:00The Poetic Works fo Jerry K. BradfordJerry Atrixx aka Jerry Bradfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10780552359816320749noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951288535764443487.post-80793756632099801772013-06-15T17:22:58.057-07:002013-06-15T17:22:58.057-07:00Thanks Tosh!Thanks Tosh!Jerry Atrixx aka Jerry Bradfordhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10780552359816320749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951288535764443487.post-90278072877391802902011-09-21T09:47:20.548-07:002011-09-21T09:47:20.548-07:00Working on my 1st book of poetry entitled "Co...Working on my 1st book of poetry entitled "Contrast & Compare". Should be available sometime in December.Jerry Atrixx aka Jerry Bradfordhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10780552359816320749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951288535764443487.post-84520020016907479612011-07-29T19:31:38.491-07:002011-07-29T19:31:38.491-07:00Love your work. Love the cadence and the purity of...Love your work. Love the cadence and the purity of every word. <br /><br />www.totsymae.comtotsymae1011https://www.blogger.com/profile/05904272698408839470noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951288535764443487.post-22224031818483138482011-07-14T13:44:32.325-07:002011-07-14T13:44:32.325-07:00"Age considers; youth ventures." ~Rabind..."Age considers; youth ventures." ~Rabindranath Tagore.<br /><br />I remember when, the days were young and lasted forever<br /><br />I was young too, full of bright ideas and happy instances<br /><br />That was then<br /><br />That was when<br /><br />I knew what each day would hold if nothing more than an adventure<br /><br />And a handful of smiles and object lesson trials<br /><br />That I could climb and traverse like the rocks in Malibu canyon<br /><br />I remember when love seemed like the sapphire encrusted in life’s crown<br /><br />I needed only to reach up and grab for it<br /><br />And grab I did<br /><br />However my hand, moist with anticipation could not grip the prize<br /><br />At least not for too long<br /><br />Before it and I fell haplessly to the ground<br /><br />Now<br /><br />I lack luster and the energy that came so easily before<br /><br />I at times have trouble mustering<br /><br />And still I am the man I used to be inside<br /><br />Still the bright promise of something great was my vow<br /><br />I remember when the days were young and the sun seemed to shine forever<br /><br />And the sky beamed eternally blue<br /><br />I was young too, but I am older now<br /><br />So much older now<br /><br />Copyright ©2011 by j. k. Bradford, All Rights Reserved<br /><br />Read more: http://authspot.com/poetry/i-remember-67/#ixzz1S7ANxvcHJerry Atrixx aka Jerry Bradfordhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10780552359816320749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951288535764443487.post-26621467814661366572011-05-30T22:06:22.596-07:002011-05-30T22:06:22.596-07:00I was the one that you loved
But your vision was o...I was the one that you loved<br />But your vision was obscured<br />Heart strings tied in knots and what not<br /><br />I was the one that you loved<br />But your vision was blurred<br />Deterred by appearances; headlights caught<br /><br />and interferences<br /><br />Afraid of giving because of what you’ve got<br /><br />Soon the window of hope will close<br /><br />Long before the distractions slow to a stop<br />Leaving the fresh air of opportunity to the ravens<br /><br />I was the one whose desire was on fire<br /><br />But your kettle’s been stirred<br />By false pretense and swagger like cadence<br />While my own is left vacant in the sun to rot<br /><br />Read more: http://authspot.com/poetry/i-was-the-one/#ixzz1Nu54a57JJerry Atrixx aka Jerry Bradfordhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10780552359816320749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951288535764443487.post-29616937915095280932011-03-24T12:01:43.594-07:002011-03-24T12:01:43.594-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.Jerry Atrixx aka Jerry Bradfordhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10780552359816320749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951288535764443487.post-34721427478931534012011-01-29T15:15:44.543-08:002011-01-29T15:15:44.543-08:00I am the latest of your typical tantrums
And the ...I am the latest of your typical tantrums<br /><br />And the dish on how you saucily twist of the turnstile<br /><br />The cringe on the credible fringe of your latest revenge<br /><br />My willpower ceases and desists<br /><br />And I consist of two palmed handfuls of beautiful balm<br /><br />And the spilt on which you are shamelessly embalmed<br /><br />I am the entrée’s hidden gristle and the gist of all that is worthwhile<br /><br />The firecracker that leaves your intention singed<br /><br />Disintegrated and finely milled; fragmented<br /><br />Into tiny bits of foolishness that floats on the surface<br /><br />Of my deceptively dead calm<br /><br />Copyright ©2010 by j. k. Bradford, All Rights Reserved<br /><br />Read more: http://authspot.com/poetry/the-sane-approach-to-being-insane/#ixzz1CT8FU8jaJerry Atrixx aka Jerry Bradfordhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10780552359816320749noreply@blogger.com