Andy Brookes Poems
|722.||Tuneless Tangential Targets Missed -new-||11/6/2017|
|723.||Tweeting And Twitching||10/30/2017|
|724.||Poetry Recipe -new-||11/13/2017|
|726.||Her Inner Beauty Is Forever Young -new-||11/6/2017|
|731.||Spinning Yarns With Woolly Thoughts||10/27/2017|
|733.||Lamination's Or Dreaming Giants -new-||11/11/2017|
|734.||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 ...
Making A False God
Words construct a picture
jigsaw pieces slotted.
oh a god I make you
a faded picture
stands on the bureau
the forever smile