Andy Brookes

Gold Star - 35,921 Points (11 May 1954 / Macclesfield)

Andy Brookes Poems

881. Shadow Puppet Show 12/3/2017
882. Rattle Tattle Blows In The Wind 11/22/2016
883. Baggage 5/28/2015
884. Stars Sky Hurt Place Gone 5/30/2015
885. I Need To Get Out More 5/23/2017
886. Walk Of Shame 10/15/2017
887. Small Comfort 9/5/2017
888. Fireflies, Leaves And Autumn 9/3/2017
889. Brinkmanship 9/3/2017
890. Haiku Like Or Is It Senryu? 10/25/2017
891. Pebbles In My Shoes 10/13/2017
892. The Ship Lists 10/13/2017
893. Relief And Respite From Ranting Meditations 9/29/2017
894. Squaring The Circle 9/18/2017
895. Thinking 7/18/2017
896. Loss 12/4/2014
897. I'm Going To Sue Santa 12/6/2014
898. Poetry Recipe 11/13/2017
899. The Pike And The Minnow Acautionary Tale 2/5/2018
900. Genes Pooled 12/4/2017
901. Unravelled 11/13/2017
902. Her Inner Beauty Is Forever Young 11/6/2017
903. Tweeting And Twitching 10/30/2017
904. Jerusalem Jerusalem 10/29/2015
905. Wild Sonnet 4/8/2015
906. It's Curtains. 6/22/2016
907. Broken Voice 9/3/2017
908. Never Met 6/8/2017
909. Beeches 2/21/2017
910. Spinning Yarns With Woolly Thoughts 10/27/2017
911. Expunging 2/16/2017
912. Lamination's Or Dreaming Giants 11/11/2017
913. I'm Only Human 12/14/2014

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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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Blue Monarch

She's washing dishes in the sink
where soapy bubbles float.
Her rubber gloves are edged in mink
and ermine trimmed her coat.

Her crown is tidily packed away
Her cloth of gold removed.
Though all alone she feels so gay
Her temper much improved.

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