Andy Brookes

Gold Star - 25,063 Points (11 May 1954 / Macclesfield)

Andy Brookes Poems

361. Finally Fulfilled This Face Full Of Furrows 12/18/2016
362. Drug Of Choice 12/19/2016
363. Not 12/28/2016
364. Zipped 12/28/2016
365. On Haiku 12/29/2016
366. 2016/7 12/31/2016
367. Scribble Scrabble 12/31/2016
368. New Years Early Morning Walk 1/1/2017
369. Trusting Testing Times Tra La 1/1/2017
370. Imagine 1/1/2017
371. Untitled 9 1/2/2017
372. Break The Pencils & Bury The Pens 1/2/2017
373. Saline Sensation Slide Sinuous 1/2/2017
374. Realities Reeling Reels Really 1/4/2017
375. Finding Faith In The First Flush 1/5/2017
376. End Game 1/5/2017
377. The Box 1/5/2017
378. Losing Lights Light That Lights The Way 1/6/2017
379. New Year Reminder (C W T M) 1/7/2017
380. Eight Morning Skeches In Vauguly Haiku Form 1/10/2017
381. Winter's Soul In Rome 1/11/2017
382. The Show Must Go On 1/13/2017
383. Snow Fall On Wild Boar Clough (A Memory Of Childhood) 1/13/2017
384. And And And 1/13/2017
385. Bearing Crosses Crossing Words Got Crossed 1/13/2017
386. Geisha Hours 1/13/2017
387. Act One 1/15/2017
388. Dawkins Talkin' 1/15/2017
389. The Space Between 1/15/2017
390. No Remnants Will Remain 1/15/2017
391. A Merciless Meritocracy 1/16/2017
392. Last Laugh Loudly 1/16/2017
393. Text Subtext And Cold Coffee 1/17/2017
394. Baking Day 1/17/2017
395. White Thorn 1/17/2017
396. An Afternoon With Ms Benedict And Freud Et Al 1/18/2017
397. Catholic Chants Causing Chaos 1/18/2017
398. Echos Of Emily For Judith Blatherwick 1/19/2017
399. Mines, Craters And Strange Bent Paths 1/20/2017
400. Puddled Poet Poodles Painfully Perambulating Penance 1/20/2017
Best Poem of Andy Brookes

I'm Only Human

I work my fingers to the bone,
And I know I shouldn't moan.
Not get upset about my work,
If criticised by some jerk.

It's sad to say, my skin is thin,
Tough exterior, soft within.
I try so not to let it hurt,
When hit by a poem expert.

I know I have a lot to learn,
But cruel remarks, they just burn.
And you know I have no fear,
Of ever becoming like Shakespeare.

I write just whims, airy fancies,
Which people stab with their lances.
With their thrusts they put me down,
Making me feel like a clown.

But be it good or be it ...

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Broken Voice

I am stopped.
a harsh light examines my existence

Silenced literally, vocal chords stilled.
A nodule the doctors says,
removal necessary.
I freeze, thoughts elliptical,
returning full stops

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