Andy Brookes

Andy Brookes Poems

the years picture shadows play, hanging like baubles on the tree.
reflecting the time gone, time yet to be.

some radiant with treasures, string of lantern lights

I know I need to buy some socks
A mundane thing, oh and cut my locks.
I need to make the unmade bed,
Make a list, clear my head.

Again you perform open heart surgery
with the skill of many years, blade wielded precision,
a sharp serpents tooth venom filled,

just ignore me I am the invisible one, one who stands on the periphery
unnoticed at parties, chameleon taking on the wallpaper hue
one who watches and listens to the fights, divisions, with derision or....

there is, she said, a typo in stanza three, no full stop in the fourth line and you have; here I can imagine her high dudgeon,
as she types, a spellingerror in the last line.
you have no sense of punctuation and your grammar though fair
is too obscure.

Stealthy it comes out the shadows,
a stab in the dark or a shaft of shifting shadow.
it comes lightening fast, azure and prickling
with passion red or in brooding silence.


Our egos can make us fly
then reality sets in and we crash wings on fire.

Reading the sadness between the lines
that crack of darkness, demon eyed.
hidden there within but always ready to ignite
spontaneous and frightening.

Cantonese embroidery
red Phoenix flies on silk
rises from the ashes blood red.
dead cocoons peeled

priest mouths flowery platitudes, out of key organ a counter point.
man nailed to the tree seemed to weep, was it for this my sacrifice?

Incensed by the choking incense, mummery of the ritual, its meaning lost;

It tickles my fancy watching the cat tickle fish, which reminds me of your fishing for compliments.
a complimentary book landed on the door mat.
pouncing on it like a cat, which strangely pounced on it too.
we tugged at war and wrestled each other, paper shredded.

The bananasbent so they say
Don'tknow why, it's just that way
It really is quite absurd
As really banana is a herb

wishing I could write like a child, to speak truth and have no fear;
see throughinnocent eyes in a playground of the small things
but not small thoughts to limit imagination.

at the peripheries of nature that seem neither natural nor man made
that rangy area between town and urban sprawl
the builders spoil heaps full of broken brick and hardcore
where the grass slips from manicuredgreen trim

Computer!Computer! burning bright
I can see your twinkling lights
What masterpiece of technology
Made thee, we askverily.

chrysalises,changing metamorphic,
becoming bright winged butterflies
glorying transient hours.
Impermanent flashy beings

tick tock tonic time tintinnabulations.
Wake,wake, cries the clock, alarmed, pointing accusing fingers.
I rise, panicked,cut myself shaving, a blood offering to Chronos.

Andy Brookes Biography

A writer of trifles and whimsies constructions of air soon forgotten.)

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the years picture shadows play, hanging like baubles on the tree.
reflecting the time gone, time yet to be.

some radiant with treasures, string of lantern lights
dreams ready to become reality plump for the picking
others dark with sadness and pain, distant memories healed,
though the scars remain, to tickle like tinsel, added to experience.
my heart, ah hope still lies yet therefor future brightness.

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Bri Edwards 03 September 2018


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Kumarmani Mahakul 12 September 2018

Benevolent poet he is liked by many, Reviving trust he leads in certainty, Organizational motivation he teaches, Outstanding personalty he is, poets tell Knowledge is residing in his right hand, Emotion he beholds and shares in poems, Success is not so far from his abode. (part-3) © Kumarmani Mahakul,12 September 2018. All rights reserved.

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Jane Campion 08 August 2019

Andy has poetry in his soul.

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Mahtab Bangalee 12 February 2019


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Kumarmani Mahakul 01 October 2018

Along with this following acrostic poem on behalf of all fellow poets, PH Family and our Mahakul family a title of honour is offered to poet Paul Andy Brookes born on 11 May 1954 in Manchester United Kingdom, as, Deep Dream, From today on-wards he will be known as Deep Dream Paul Andy Brookes. Hope all poets and friends will accept this.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 12 September 2018

Paul Andy Brookes - Poem by Kumarmani Mahakul Passion is endless of his writing, Ambition is very high beyond heaven, Ultimately he is cooperative person, Leading poet he is of this modern age. (part-1) *

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Kumarmani Mahakul 12 September 2018

Ascending ahead he is astounding person, Nuance is marked with nobility in poems, Devotedly he does poetic perseverance, Yielding many poems he is very happy. (part-2) **

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