Andy Brookes Poems
|963.||Distillation Of Data Dreaming Dogmatism. (Or On Poetry)||11/29/2016|
|964.||Daylight Digital Dreams And Drams||11/30/2016|
|965.||Simple Summer Fancy In The Garden Of The Stone Buddha||12/2/2016|
|966.||Cold The Wind Blows||12/2/2016|
|969.||The Flaps On||12/3/2014|
|972.||Please Sir I Brought A Note||12/15/2014|
|977.||Pic 'N Mix||11/30/2014|
|980.||Rattle Tattle Blows In The Wind||11/22/2016|
|981.||Lamination's Or Dreaming Giants||11/11/2017|
|983.||I'm Going To Sue Santa||12/6/2014|
|984.||Sessions On Sexuality And Saving Souls||12/4/2016|
|985.||A Prodigal Son?||10/23/2015|
|986.||I'm Only Human||12/14/2014|
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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 ...
Pic 'N Mix
I'm a strange creature, you must agree,
Not insect, fowl nor out the sea.
Not marsupial, mammal or duck,
I'm all three, just my luck.
I swim underwater, with feet that are webbed,
And scrabble on land for I am four legged.
And if you see me, you'll think me absurd,
Because you see, I have a beak like a bird.
Don't live in a nest, but like a mole