Andy Brookes Poems

returning from the lakes I should write of majestic hills,
fast flowing streams, mist rising with the sunrise
over Windermere and Ullswater.
cold rushing becks or mighty cascades
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We wanted an allotment, a growing in plot,
So we found a nice one, in a lovely spot.
We paid our money and got to work,
Weeding and seeding we didn't shirk.
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When all the stars have gone out, one by one,
with not one left to gaze upon
so to, the moon, her shimmering glow has lost
faintly seen naught but shaded ghost
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wheat fields edged with bitter grass.
butterflies bounce, hover flies skip
amongst the ladies slipper and purple vetch.
poppies dance, one day only, no review.
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you say,
Stone walls surround the desert of your heart,
where desire once bloomed.
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loving natures disorderly order.
perfect imperfection.

diamond flawed heart.
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Waking form the dream of life I dreamt I was dead
there was Death not so terrible he was a child dressed in white
He held my hand and said gently
I am your guide he said so we walked a while down white walled echoing paths
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Adieu
Adieu Adieu
Adieu Adieu Adieu
Adieu Adieu Adieu Adieu
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Bow down
canting
fashion plates
wailing sunsets
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eschewing mocking gales
rough riding risible laughter
your words, layered ambiguity.
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