Andy Brookes

Gold Star - 39,177 Points (11 May 1954 / Macclesfield)

Andy Brookes Poems

121. Phones Phatal Phlaws 2/22/2017
122. Seven Sixes 2/22/2017
123. Rainy Day Blues 2/25/2017
124. Transmutations 2/26/2017
125. Scavenger Birds 2/28/2017
126. Martial Cries 3/1/2017
127. Miss Maya 3/4/2017
128. Seasons Turn 3/29/2017
129. Release The Hounds And Slip Loose The Dogs Of War 4/10/2017
130. Petals Bouquets And Posies 4/10/2017
131. No Tender Love 4/10/2017
132. Rebirth Recycling And Rabbits 4/10/2017
133. So Quoth The Raven 4/11/2017
134. A Travellers Dusty Feet 4/11/2017
135. Strings, Threads And Fringes 4/12/2017
136. Sugar Coated Prussic Acid Or The Knives Are Out 4/14/2017
137. Ducking Not Duck Hunting 4/14/2017
138. Fatal Flaws, Amorphous Morpheus Morphing Mortality 4/15/2017
139. Amame (Love Me) 4/18/2017
140. Small Havens 4/20/2017
141. Rock N Rollin Rattler Razzle 4/23/2017
142. Poets Petals Or Prickly Pears 4/23/2017
143. Splinters And Fragments 4/23/2017
144. Springing Eternal Minus Angst 4/24/2017
145. Early Morning Uncalled For 4/24/2017
146. Limping Love Lorne Lines 4/24/2017
147. Deck The Halls With Drunken Jollies 4/24/2017
148. Garden Of Complexities And Alien Concepts 4/26/2017
149. Finding Foundations Finally Fulfilling Fluctuations 4/26/2017
150. Amazing Amorous Armani Accompaniments 4/26/2017
151. Genii And Magic Lamps Are But Sad Dreams 4/26/2017
152. Ravaging Raven Rightful Revenant 4/26/2017
153. Did I Dream Of You Dreaming A Dream 4/28/2017
154. Epiphany Erupts And Eludes 4/28/2017
155. One-Thing-After-Another-Time 4/28/2017
156. No Valedictorian He 4/29/2017
157. Pityingly Paying My Dues 4/29/2017
158. Raven Rising 4/29/2017
159. Green Grows The Grass 4/30/2017
160. Between The Lines, Maybe There Lies The Truth 4/30/2017

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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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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

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