Andy Brookes

Gold Star - 37,344 Points (11 May 1954 / Macclesfield)

Andy Brookes Poems

601. It's Ok To Be Ordinary 10/9/2017
602. Missing The Boat Or The Point 10/9/2017
603. Circumvention's Circulating Crumbling Curiously 10/9/2017
604. The Veil Removed 10/9/2017
605. Angels, Lilies And Tears 10/10/2017
606. Tales For Children Teddy's Not Included 10/10/2017
607. Big Boys Do Cry And How (Death Part Three) 10/10/2017
608. J'accuse 10/11/2017
609. Writing In The Void Of Hopeless Expectation 10/12/2017
610. Roses, Reality And The Scale Of Madness 10/12/2017
611. Circumstances Constantly Constant 10/13/2017
612. The Poets Casually Obsessed By Subliminal Worries Shadows Broken By Illuminated Dark Shards 10/15/2017
613. Censored 10/15/2017
614. We The People 10/15/2017
615. Flowing Free Form Fromage Frais 10/16/2017
616. Wangling Evangelising 10/17/2017
617. Ghost Writing 10/17/2017
618. Cupids Culprit 10/17/2017
619. Bird Law 10/20/2017
620. Monastery Gardens On Visiting Fountains Abbey Ruins 10/21/2017
621. Spaces Between The Staves 10/21/2017
622. Land Locked Ancient Shores 10/22/2017
623. Morals, Might And Magic Maybe. 10/22/2017
624. Hunter Or Prey, Perhaps I'm Praying Neither (C.W.T.M.) 10/23/2017
625. Setting Off Or The Red Button 10/23/2017
626. Distant Songs And Tribal Hymns 10/24/2017
627. Not A Haiku 300 10/24/2017
628. Nascent Cogitations 10/25/2017
629. Perturbations In Foliage 10/14/2017
630. No Senyru 10/14/2017
631. Not A Haiku 13 10/14/2017
632. Feelings About Not Feeling (C.W.T.M.) 10/25/2017
633. Faithless Faulty Faculties 10/27/2017
634. So 10/27/2017
635. Logistics Of Loves Longing Illusion 10/28/2017
636. Moon Walking 10/28/2017
637. Facing Fascinating Fatal Facets 10/29/2017
638. Myterious Murder Malodious 10/29/2017
639. Infamous Idols 10/29/2017
640. Ology Apology 10/30/2017

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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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I'm a strange creature, you must agree,
Not insect, fowl nor out the sea.
Not marsupial, mammal or duck,
I'm all three, just my luck.
I swim underwater, with feet that are webbed,
And scrabble on land for I am four legged.
And if you see me, you'll think me absurd,
Because you see, I have a beak like a bird.
Don't live in a nest,   but like a mole

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