Andy Brookes

Gold Star - 38,084 Points (11 May 1954 / Macclesfield)

Andy Brookes Poems

561. Walking Free 9/11/2017
562. Moods And Meditation (Cwtm 150) 9/12/2017
563. Saints, Sinners And Silences 9/13/2017
564. Heather, Streams And Rocky Salvation 9/13/2017
565. Bright Spark 9/13/2017
566. Me, Mum And Buses 9/14/2017
567. Lightening Strikes The Ash Tree 9/15/2017
568. Not A Haiku 161 9/15/2017
569. Not A Haiku 180 9/15/2017
570. Not A Haiku 181 9/15/2017
571. Transmutation 9/15/2017
572. No Name 9/15/2017
573. A Is For Art (Cwtm 160) 9/15/2017
574. Tate's Thames Theatre 9/16/2017
575. When The Wren Took Flight 9/16/2017
576. Making A False God 9/20/2017
577. Dusting Bust Up (C.W.T M.) 9/21/2017
578. Muse Not Amused. (C.W.T.M.) 9/21/2017
579. Cats Cradle Calling (C.W.T.M.) 9/22/2017
580. Baiting And Bumping Bumpers 9/22/2017
581. Shades Of Gray 9/22/2017
582. Taking The Reins The Rain Reigns 9/22/2017
583. Bewildered, Bruised But Unbowed 9/24/2017
584. Lamb In Monster's Clothing 9/25/2017
585. Euterpe Tweets 9/25/2017
586. The Play's The Thing 9/25/2017
587. Murdering Merciless Muse 9/26/2017
588. No Cross Words Just A Fade Out 9/26/2017
589. Unknown Warrior Unknown No More 9/26/2017
590. Moody Meditations And Mirth 9/28/2017
591. Muse, Madness Or Mystification? 9/28/2017
592. Serious Sentiment On Muse Series Seriously! 9/28/2017
593. Outside In 9/30/2017
594. Not Amused Sic Alvum Motus 10/5/2017
595. Pausing Pouting Poetry Phrases 10/6/2017
596. Humoresque? 10/7/2017
597. On Grief 10/8/2017
598. Race For Life 10/9/2017
599. It's Ok To Be Ordinary 10/9/2017
600. Missing The Boat Or The Point 10/9/2017

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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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