Andy Brookes

Gold Star - 38,951 Points (11 May 1954 / Macclesfield)

Andy Brookes Poems

201. Broken Voice 9/3/2017
202. Another Day 9/3/2017
203. Fireflies, Leaves And Autumn 9/3/2017
204. Brinkmanship 9/3/2017
205. Changing Tides 9/4/2017
206. Never To Sing Grand Opera But Happy To Croak. 9/5/2017
207. Small Comfort 9/5/2017
208. In The Middle Of No Mans Land 9/5/2017
209. Circular 9/5/2017
210. Hollow Man 9/5/2017
211. The Lie We All Believe 9/6/2017
212. Escaping The Tangle 9/8/2017
213. Mirrors 9/9/2017
214. Leaving The Leaves 9/10/2017
215. Dans Le Tango 9/11/2017
216. Walking Free 9/11/2017
217. Moods And Meditation (Cwtm 150) 9/12/2017
218. Saints, Sinners And Silences 9/13/2017
219. Heather, Streams And Rocky Salvation 9/13/2017
220. Bright Spark 9/13/2017
221. Me, Mum And Buses 9/14/2017
222. Lightening Strikes The Ash Tree 9/15/2017
223. Not A Haiku 161 9/15/2017
224. Not A Haiku 180 9/15/2017
225. Not A Haiku 181 9/15/2017
226. Transmutation 9/15/2017
227. No Name 9/15/2017
228. A Is For Art (Cwtm 160) 9/15/2017
229. Tate's Thames Theatre 9/16/2017
230. When The Wren Took Flight 9/16/2017
231. Squaring The Circle 9/18/2017
232. Making A False God 9/20/2017
233. Dusting Bust Up (C.W.T M.) 9/21/2017
234. Muse Not Amused. (C.W.T.M.) 9/21/2017
235. Cats Cradle Calling (C.W.T.M.) 9/22/2017
236. Baiting And Bumping Bumpers 9/22/2017
237. Shades Of Gray 9/22/2017
238. Taking The Reins The Rain Reigns 9/22/2017
239. Bewildered, Bruised But Unbowed 9/24/2017
240. Lamb In Monster's Clothing 9/25/2017

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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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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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