Andy Brookes Poems
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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 ...
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;