Andy Brookes

Gold Star - 21,498 Points (11 May 1954 / Macclesfield)

Andy Brookes Poems

41. An Atheist's Prayer 11/5/2015
42. Turn The Tide 11/8/2015
43. Death Stalks 11/8/2015
44. Factorem 11/9/2015
45. Monsoon 11/9/2015
46. Down The Rabbit Hole 11/10/2015
47. Lost For Words 11/10/2015
48. Garden Of Tears 11/11/2015
49. Night Watcher 11/11/2015
50. Time Traveller 11/12/2015
51. Marshmallow Moments Materialise 11/13/2015
52. Battle Of Wits 11/13/2015
53. The Knives Are Out And Sharpened 11/13/2015
54. Of All The Faces, In All The Places 11/14/2015
55. Moon River 11/14/2015
56. Bataclan 11/15/2015
57. Shaking The Sheets 11/15/2015
58. Bowled Out 11/16/2015
59. Unsaved 11/21/2015
60. Pray Not Prey 11/22/2015
61. Slipping Through The Doors 11/23/2015
62. Appropriate Faces 11/23/2015
63. Zeit 11/23/2015
64. A Little Rain To Temper 11/23/2015
65. An Apex Of Grief 11/25/2015
66. Me In Just Three Words 11/27/2015
67. Short Tales 2 Strange Bedfellows 11/27/2015
68. Shorts Tales 3 Returning Spirits 11/27/2015
69. Journeys End 11/28/2015
70. Slave? 11/28/2015
71. Green Chartreuse 11/28/2015
72. Causality 11/29/2015
73. Morning Scramble 11/29/2015
74. Domestic Bliss 11/30/2015
75. Oh Holy Night! ! ! 11/30/2015
76. No More Lark Ascending 11/30/2015
77. Contrapuntal 12/2/2015
78. Bath Time 12/4/2015
79. No Palate 12/4/2015
80. After Glow 12/5/2015
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 ...

Read the full of I'm Only Human

Trial

Oh I find it such a trail,
writing poems by the mile.
splurging out on the page
no for me, each take an age.

some poets write each day
good or bad be as may
me I struggle with each errant line
sometimes crass, sometimes divine.

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