Andy Brookes

Gold Star - 31,842 Points (11 May 1954 / Macclesfield)

Andy Brookes Poems

241. Weather Or Not 2 6/19/2016
242. Weather Or Not 3 6/19/2016
243. Broken Pen 7/24/2012
244. Sand Head 11/30/2014
245. Blue Monarch 11/30/2014
246. What The Hey 12/3/2014
247. Half 12/3/2014
248. 2 Am 12/4/2014
249. A Bald Man's Lament 12/3/2014
250. Love Is All We Have 12/4/2014
251. Sunday Morning 12/6/2014
252. Deus Pax 12/7/2014
253. Drapery 12/7/2014
254. The Fright Before Christmas 12/9/2014
255. Eaten Up 12/10/2014
256. Cold Turkey 12/14/2014
257. Pie 12/14/2014
258. Empty Barn 12/14/2014
259. Seducer 12/14/2014
260. Radiance 12/14/2014
261. Frontage 12/14/2014
262. Transitory 12/18/2014
263. Sink The Dream Boat 12/20/2014
264. Winters Descent 12/21/2014
265. Enough With The Socks 12/22/2014
266. Untitled 1/17/2015
267. Blood Moon 4/1/2015
268. Roll The Rock 4/6/2015
269. Boxed In 4/6/2015
270. Conceits 4/7/2015
271. For A Mother Never Met 6/27/2016
272. Damp Squib 6/29/2016
273. Museless 7/5/2016
274. Chopped Liver? (Another Poem That No One Will Read) 7/5/2016
275. Wuddled Mords (C W T M 50) 7/6/2016
276. Sodding Sodden 7/6/2016
277. Loonie Tombs (C W T M 51) 7/6/2016
278. A Racket For Racquets 7/7/2016
279. Passers By 7/8/2016
280. Snippets 7/8/2016

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

A Bald Man's Lament

When I was young and just a lad,
A lovely mop of hair I had.
Of sturdy growth, there was no lack,
Thick and red and all swept back.

I really thought that I looked swell
Dressed and styled, all slicked with gel.
I would swagger down the street
Admiring glances from all I'd meet.

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