Andy Brookes Poems

road curving left it is the one not taken.
so question is did we take the correct one?
frosty slicked hard and muddy
Robert knew, yes he did, yet life seems linear.
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Time ticks temporary
sentinel seconds scud silent.
slow viscous flow, inching towards the curtain.
which ripples out warm welcoming cloak.
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Life nibbles at the bitter, pages crumpled, edges dog eared,
well thumbed like a favourite poem but not as satisfying
romance died somewhere along the line, to be replaced by cynicism
I want to be romanced, entranced, danced, suffused with your passion
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Halloween does not frighten notthe goblins and ghouls
lost souls wailing banshees nor the headless spectre that walks the bloody tower.
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control spirals
twisting spider webs
encapsulating flies.
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Mock macabre musing, do we see what fools,
little souls we become? blaspheming bilious breaths
lost upon the oceans deep blue blades
jigsaw pieces living charades
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emotions escalate
upward,
onward.
seaward swelling waves
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Watercolour
water pours.
gutters spew,
pipes Sluicing.
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you sang me natures song
woven of air, flickering flames,
ripples of water, a fall of leaves
summer grass, winter snow.
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Part 1 The tale

there in a cave sat a hermit who contemplated and contemplated his soul and he got older and older until he became like the rock tough and hard as stone.
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