Andy Brookes

Gold Star - 33,510 Points (11 May 1954 / Macclesfield)

Andy Brookes Poems

201. Conversation With The Muse Xxviii 4/15/2016
202. Angry Barking 4/15/2016
203. Sociopath 4/16/2016
204. Cauchemar 4/19/2016
205. Apple Tree 4/20/2016
206. An Edgy Time 4/23/2016
207. Vagrant Paths 4/26/2016
208. Pengin 4/26/2016
209. Retrospective 4/27/2016
210. A Poem In Rhyme Which Is Not The Fashion 4/28/2016
211. Funerary Rights 5/1/2016
212. Rust To Rust 5/2/2016
213. Heresy 5/3/2016
214. Italia 5/4/2016
215. Teutonic Night 5/5/2016
216. Edens Fall 5/5/2016
217. Unhinged 5/5/2016
218. Iberia 5/7/2016
219. Reflections 5/23/2016
220. Befogged 5/24/2016
221. Epitaph 5/25/2016
222. Summer 5/30/2016
223. All The Kings Horses 6/4/2016
224. Untitled 2 6/10/2016
225. Conversation With The Muse Xxxii 6/10/2016
226. Perpetua 6/11/2016
227. Teddy Knows 6/11/2016
228. Conversation With The Muse Xxxiv 6/12/2016
229. Conversation With The Muse Xxxv 6/13/2016
230. Conversation With The Muse Xxxvi 6/13/2016
231. Lexiconical 6/14/2016
232. [ The Carpets Shabby ] 6/15/2016
233. Throwing In My Lot (C W T M 37) 6/15/2016
234. Trumped Up Charges (C W T M 36) 6/15/2016
235. Magic Carpet 6/15/2016
236. Giant's Dream? 6/16/2016
237. No Conversion (C W T M 40) 6/18/2016
238. Weather Or Not 6/19/2016
239. Weather Or Not 2 6/19/2016
240. Weather Or Not 3 6/19/2016

Comments about Andy Brookes

  • Robert Murray Smith Robert Murray Smith (11/17/2017 5:00:00 PM)

    Those who read the writings of Andy Brookes will be rewarded with poetic gems.

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  • Robert Murray Smith Robert Murray Smith (9/25/2017 8:12:00 AM)

    Andy Brookes is a very talented poet whom I follow closely. His poems range over a wide range.
    Robert

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 ...

Read the full of I'm Only Human

Blue Monarch

She's washing dishes in the sink
where soapy bubbles float.
Her rubber gloves are edged in mink
and ermine trimmed her coat.

Her crown is tidily packed away
Her cloth of gold removed.
Though all alone she feels so gay
Her temper much improved.

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