Andy Brookes Poems

Keeping tribal paths we stick grazing upon the plains
herds of humans stuck with glue of prejudice or love.
sometimes we coalesce mutating to splinter
cracking like mirror shards taking sides
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What is beyond the glass, a gallowglass spear in hand,
mendacity no i cannot lie do not lie, or do I?
see behind the glasses, an interior heart of darkness
through the glass darkly someone said.
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Saturday night smelled of chimney smoke
and around the orange glow of streetlights
charcoal ghosts wavered in soft striations,
downdrafts wrapping lower layers in gauze shrouds
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Today I saw the circles end or was it its beginning?
that's the funny thing about endings, they are alwaysbeginnings
the start of new adventures the next step in the cycle.
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Shall I shed my skin peel the layers of years
contempt, derision, confusion.

slip out the camouflage burst and split,
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Sweet petals soft drift in shades of pink
the wind caresses the garden bending the trees
could it be the bee asks but she buzzes all the day
smiling in the honeysuckle or chirpiness of the daisies
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there are million sorrows, she said,
awaiting the dawn to spawn
a million souls blighted,
there and there, is death and loss,
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