Andy Brookes Poems
|961.||Not A Haiku Vol 2 No 3||4/1/2018|
|962.||Three Red Things Written||3/16/2018|
|963.||Two Poems With No Interlink. She Is What She Is /Growing Down||4/4/2018|
|964.||Again! ! !||5/11/2018|
|967.||Tweeting And Twitching||10/30/2017|
|969.||Her Inner Beauty Is Forever Young||11/6/2017|
|974.||Papyrus Pyres Perhaps||4/15/2018|
|977.||Spinning Yarns With Woolly Thoughts||10/27/2017|
|978.||Lamination's Or Dreaming Giants||11/11/2017|
|980.||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 ...
A Bald Man's Lament
When I was young and just a lad,
A lovely mop of hair I had.
Of sturdy growth, there was no lack,
Thick and red and all swept back.
I really thought that I looked swell
Dressed and styled, all slicked with gel.
I would swagger down the street
Admiring glances from all I'd meet.