Andy Brookes

Gold Star - 39,170 Points (11 May 1954 / Macclesfield)

Andy Brookes Poems

641. Short Tales 2 Strange Bedfellows 11/27/2015
642. Shorts Tales 3 Returning Spirits 11/27/2015
643. Journeys End 11/28/2015
644. Slave? 11/28/2015
645. Green Chartreuse 11/28/2015
646. Causality 11/29/2015
647. Morning Scramble 11/29/2015
648. Domestic Bliss 11/30/2015
649. Oh Holy Night! ! ! 11/30/2015
650. No More Lark Ascending 11/30/2015
651. Contrapuntal 12/2/2015
652. Bath Time 12/4/2015
653. No Palate 12/4/2015
654. After Glow 12/5/2015
655. Down To Earth 12/5/2015
656. Dancing With Death 2 12/6/2015
657. Comfort 12/6/2015
658. Scene Noel 12/7/2015
659. Rusting 12/7/2015
660. Utterings 12/7/2015
661. Fallen Idol 12/8/2015
662. Clothes Trail 12/8/2015
663. Untitled Iii 12/8/2015
664. Vespers Oxford 12/8/2015
665. Fortess 12/8/2015
666. Ages Pass 12/9/2015
667. Terminology 12/9/2015
668. Don't Walk On The Grass 12/9/2015
669. Affairs Ending 12/11/2015
670. Never Said 12/11/2015
671. Blind Faith 12/13/2015
672. Seasonal Rains 12/14/2015
673. Polite Conversation 12/14/2015
674. Bleaklow Moss 12/16/2015
675. New Year Crossing 1/3/2016
676. Taboo 1/5/2016
677. Beginning Future Past 1/6/2016
678. Circles 1/13/2016
679. Vacancy(Revisited) 1/14/2016
680. Just This Side Of Sadness 1/16/2016

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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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A Bald Man's Lament

When I was young and just a lad,
A lovely mop of hair I had.
Of sturdy growth, there was no lack,
Thick and red and all swept back.

I really thought that I looked swell
Dressed and styled, all slicked with gel.
I would swagger down the street
Admiring glances from all I'd meet.

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