Andy Brookes

Gold Star - 21,502 Points (11 May 1954 / Macclesfield)

Andy Brookes Poems

521. Bar Stool Bard, Beer And Bells Whiskey, Cigarettes, Inspiration And Bar Room Brawling. 2/20/2017
522. Bitter Lemon Tears 2/20/2017
523. Filling In The Blanks 2/18/2017
524. Seven Sixes 2/22/2017
525. Rainy Day Blues 2/25/2017
526. Transmutations 2/26/2017
527. Scavenger Birds 2/28/2017
528. Martial Cries 3/1/2017
529. Miss Maya 3/4/2017
530. An Acrostic For The City Of Manchester 5/24/2017
531. 'Exposed' Poem In Vaguely Haiku Form 5/27/2017
532. Dolphin Thoughts And Not Having A Whale Of A Time 5/30/2017
533. Plagiarists 5/31/2017
534. Dancing Feet? 6/4/2017
535. Missing You 6/4/2017
536. Thank You Dear 6/6/2017
537. We Dark Strangers 6/7/2017
538. Mentation 6/14/2017
539. Not A Haiku 172 6/15/2017
540. Silent Silver Slivers 6/16/2017
541. The Folly 6/17/2017
542. A Poem In Vaguely Haiku Form 6/18/2017
543. Trial 7/12/2017
544. A Micro Moment In A Busy Day 7/12/2017
545. Eye Line 7/12/2017
546. Grenfell 1/Grenfell 2 7/13/2017
547. Release The Hounds And Slip Loose The Dogs Of War 4/10/2017
548. Petals Bouquets And Posies 4/10/2017
549. No Tender Love 4/10/2017
550. Rebirth Recycling And Rabbits 4/10/2017
551. The Flaps On 12/3/2014
552. Necropolis 1/16/2015
553. Reflective Truth 12/23/2014
554. Different Lines 12/15/2014
555. Please Sir I Brought A Note 12/15/2014
556. Super Trooper 12/7/2014
557. Companionable Silence 12/7/2014
558. Citrus 12/9/2014
559. Soul Mate 12/3/2014
560. Pic 'N Mix 11/30/2014
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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Blue Monarch

She's washing dishes in the sink
where soapy bubbles float.
Her rubber gloves are edged in mink
and ermine trimmed her coat.
Her crown is tidily packed away
Her cloth of gold removed.
Though all alone she feels so gay
Her temper much improved.
Her burdens still a heavy one

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