Andy Brookes Poems

'Life, to quote, is like a box of chocolates, '
the Muse said 'We never know what were getting.'
As usual she comes without knocking
but is welcome nonetheless.
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Mirrors reflect, she reflects, is her reality and sometimes,
as she tucks a stray coloured curl behind her ears,
as she passes her image in the shop window, unreality.
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We used to visit Great Great Grandams grave
once a year, a ritual of flowers and tidying.
Gran said the passed and ancestors were important
our past tells us where we come from,
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Today the rains came like bitter dew,
today the winds came, ragged leaves flew.
today again hard words came forth,
today I hated you and you, me too.
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Each heart beat is a death knell
each breath the kiss of death
each step a step towards the grave
each meal a last supper
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Give me space you say.
I would give you all the space in the universe
if it would take the contempt from your eye.
feeling the longing for freedom in those pent up muscles
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Words caught in my eyes, snag in branches of brain hanks
and cables of consciousness.
sometimes introspection ora personifications,
like the sea, wide as a hands span, such a small place to captureworlds watery or the starry firmaments
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sycophantic voices haunt incongruous muted dreams
creeping star crossed under thresholds frame
frenetically formed from lack lustre indistinct miasmic turgidity, atramentous.
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Sometimes the escalator's up then down,
A series of hollow victories to make you frown.
You're not the first, not the last,
It's either famine, feast or I'm aghast.
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'Trailing tripling tripe' he said 'He couldn't care less,
for everyone has detractors though the alliterations good.'

well the facts are clear, write rubbish with a rhubarb pen,
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