Andy Brookes

Gold Star - 31,869 Points (11 May 1954 / Macclesfield)

Andy Brookes Poems

521. Martial Cries 3/1/2017
522. Miss Maya 3/4/2017
523. Release The Hounds And Slip Loose The Dogs Of War 4/10/2017
524. Petals Bouquets And Posies 4/10/2017
525. No Tender Love 4/10/2017
526. Rebirth Recycling And Rabbits 4/10/2017
527. An Acrostic For The City Of Manchester 5/24/2017
528. 'Exposed' Poem In Vaguely Haiku Form 5/27/2017
529. Dolphin Thoughts And Not Having A Whale Of A Time 5/30/2017
530. Plagiarists 5/31/2017
531. Dancing Feet? 6/4/2017
532. Missing You 6/4/2017
533. Thank You Dear 6/6/2017
534. We Dark Strangers 6/7/2017
535. Mentation 6/14/2017
536. Not A Haiku 172 6/15/2017
537. Silent Silver Slivers 6/16/2017
538. The Folly 6/17/2017
539. A Poem In Vaguely Haiku Form 6/18/2017
540. Trial 7/12/2017
541. A Micro Moment In A Busy Day 7/12/2017
542. Eye Line 7/12/2017
543. Grenfell 1/Grenfell 2 7/13/2017
544. Another Day 9/3/2017
545. Changing Tides 9/4/2017
546. In The Middle Of No Mans Land 9/5/2017
547. Mirrors 9/9/2017
548. Leaving The Leaves 9/10/2017
549. Dans Le Tango 9/11/2017
550. Walking Free 9/11/2017
551. Moods And Meditation (Cwtm 150) 9/12/2017
552. Heather, Streams And Rocky Salvation 9/13/2017
553. Me, Mum And Buses 9/14/2017
554. Lightening Strikes The Ash Tree 9/15/2017
555. Not A Haiku 161 9/15/2017
556. Not A Haiku 180 9/15/2017
557. Not A Haiku 181 9/15/2017
558. Transmutation 9/15/2017
559. No Name 9/15/2017
560. A Is For Art (Cwtm 160) 9/15/2017

Comments about Andy Brookes

  • Robert Murray Smith Robert Murray Smith (11/17/2017 5:00:00 PM)

    Those who read the writings of Andy Brookes will be rewarded with poetic gems.

    Robert Murray Smith

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  • Robert Murray Smith Robert Murray Smith (9/25/2017 8:12:00 AM)

    Andy Brookes is a very talented poet whom I follow closely. His poems range over a wide range.
    Robert

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 ...

Read the full of I'm Only Human

Sand Head

The ostrich is a funny bird
It lays huge eggs or so I've heard.
Puts its head down in the sand
When senses perils near at hand.
But running never has occurred
Its behaviours just absurd.

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