Andy Brookes Poems

sky fluxed skies dark cinereal wisps
replete stream weeping downcast early glimmer
tree boughs bow with water weight
distressed distrust in every breath
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Anyone that says I'm a poet, they're a liar.
I am an observer of life, a fly on the wall
an ant in the sugar, a candid camera,
no doer of deeds but a silent wall flower.
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in serving ones self
we serve no one
but in serving others we
serve all mankind*
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In such subtle lights the darkness flees
in the wrinkles of tender dawn
and love her petals open to the light in that first kiss sublime
argent moon her pale gentle face watches reluctant to set
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Can you reference it, she looked quizzical
the gun lay in parts.
now part a fits to part b and c and so on until huzzah you have a complete semi automatic weapon.
See her, sleek beauty he purrs,
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You are my hero he said
my feet then turned to clay
I melted in his praise
for I was no hero
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you never know someone else's story,
so please be kind with your words,
tomorrow it might be you
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Why should I bother with all this bother
I'm not bothered about this brother.
skies haven't fallen, nor turned red.
moon still shines her silver beams,
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You are my hero he said
my feet then turned to clay
I melted in his praise
for I was no hero
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