Andy Brookes

Gold Star - 38,602 Points (11 May 1954 / Macclesfield)

Andy Brookes Poems

81. Deus Pax 12/7/2014
82. Drapery 12/7/2014
83. The Fright Before Christmas 12/9/2014
84. Eaten Up 12/10/2014
85. Cold Turkey 12/14/2014
86. Pie 12/14/2014
87. Empty Barn 12/14/2014
88. Seducer 12/14/2014
89. Radiance 12/14/2014
90. Frontage 12/14/2014
91. Untitled 1/17/2015
92. Blood Moon 4/1/2015
93. Roll The Rock 4/6/2015
94. Boxed In 4/6/2015
95. Conceits 4/7/2015
96. Quid Est Veritas? (Or Some Such) 4/8/2015
97. Weighed In 4/8/2015
98. Vacancy 4/10/2015
99. Distortion 4/10/2015
100. Not Yet Reaped 4/10/2015
101. A Cats Paw 4/10/2015
102. Mother Of All 4/11/2015
103. Rain Stops Play 4/11/2015
104. Leave Taking, Taking Leave. 4/12/2015
105. The Top Five Hundreds Not For Me 4/12/2015
106. 3rd Of December Ii 4/12/2015
107. Bench Marks 4/12/2015
108. Agnus Dei 4/12/2015
109. Transitory 12/18/2014
110. Sink The Dream Boat 12/20/2014
111. Winters Descent 12/21/2014
112. Enough With The Socks 12/22/2014
113. Silken Threads 1/7/2015
114. Deceiver 5/29/2015
115. Picture This 5/30/2015
116. Good Intentions? 5/31/2015
117. Fork 6/1/2015
118. Barefoot In The Park 6/2/2015
119. Silent Spaces 6/3/2015
120. Clothes Line 6/4/2015

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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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Untitled 56

street trees weep pollen like thoughts unborn
retina written, do my eyes deceive?

upside down side to side
he struggles to rise, drunk not disorderly, but still..............

a women steps aside, disgusting she says,
the intoxicated ragged human slides to the pavement and cries.
his eyes are heavenly blue befuddled smudges;

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