Andy Brookes

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

Andy Brookes Poems

761. 575 2/6/2018
762. 5 7 5 2/6/2018
763. Anticipation 2/6/2018
764. Three 575 2/6/2018
765. 575 Sad Dawn 2/7/2018
766. Truth Is? 2/7/2018
767. Summer Garden 2/7/2018
768. Sophists, Logistics And Mystics 2/8/2018
769. Patent Painful Penitence 2/18/2018
770. Scrivener's Lament 2/18/2018
771. Interrupto Cogitationis 2/18/2018
772. Deadly Night Shades 2/18/2018
773. Cupids Last Arrow 2/19/2018
774. Scraping And Scrawling, Scratches And Socrates 2/19/2018
775. Figments And Fragments 2/19/2018
776. 575* 2/19/2018
777. State Of Disunion 2/19/2018
778. In The Spaces Between 2/19/2018
779. Revelling In Revelation 2/19/2018
780. So What New? 2/20/2018
781. 575** 2/20/2018
782. Get High In The Heights And Nearer Nirvana 2/20/2018
783. Myths Metres Maybe Meta-Algorithms 2/21/2018
784. Night Flight 2/22/2018
785. 575*** 2/22/2018
786. Counter Argument 2/24/2018
787. Visitors. 2/24/2018
788. Sometimes 2/24/2018
789. Reborn Haiku 200 2/24/2018
790. Spring Quintet 2/24/2018
791. Not A Haiku Reborn 6 2/24/2018
792. Not A Haiku 202 2/24/2018
793. Incongruous Brevets 2/24/2018
794. Gatecrashing Slumbers 2/25/2018
795. Lost In Translation 2/25/2018
796. Art For Arts Sake, Yeah Sure, Cliche For Cliche, Touche Monsieur. 2/26/2018
797. Left The Other Hand Somewhere But I Forget The Circumstances 2/26/2018
798. First Love Blues (Rough Cut First Draught) 2/26/2018
799. Danse Danse Danse Or The Light Fantastic's Fantastic 2/26/2018
800. You Sir Are Not A Gentleman 2/26/2018

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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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Sand Head

The ostrich is a funny bird
It lays huge eggs or so I've heard.
Puts its head down in the sand
When senses perils near at hand.
But running never has occurred
Its behaviours just absurd.

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