Andy Brookes

Gold Star - 22,916 Points (11 May 1954 / Macclesfield)

Andy Brookes Poems

281. Passers By 7/8/2016
282. Snippets 7/8/2016
283. Body In The Corridor (C W T M 54) 7/8/2016
284. Left In The Wake (C W T M 55) 7/10/2016
285. Disc Edged Dusk 7/23/2016
286. Soggy Bottoms (C W T M 60) 7/26/2016
287. Personal Poets Panegyric Pean 7/26/2016
288. She Who Must Be Obeyed (C W T M 65) 8/11/2016
289. Out Going Tide 8/28/2016
290. Hunter And Prey 8/30/2016
291. A Plea For Rhyming Poets 8/30/2016
292. Bejewelled 8/31/2016
293. Death's Something To Hold On To, So Sure And Certain. 9/1/2016
294. Invisibility Pill Conversation With The Muse 108 9/1/2016
295. The Art Of Politness And Stiff Upper Lips 9/2/2016
296. The Cat And The Canary A Tale From The Psychiatrists Couch Or Conversation With The Muse 110 9/3/2016
297. Unrendered Seascape Conversation With The Muse 120 9/5/2016
298. 'Collywobbles' Conversation With The Muse 136 9/10/2016
299. Life Runs Too Swift 9/11/2016
300. Autumn's Decent 10/12/2016
301. Unborn Forms 10/12/2016
302. Green Whales In A Purple Sea 10/13/2016
303. Emancipated 10/13/2016
304. Corrugations, Gurgles And Umbrellas 10/13/2016
305. Catching Cold Craving Complex Cliches 10/14/2016
306. Feast For Crows 10/14/2016
307. Testimony 10/14/2016
308. The Borderman 10/16/2016
309. Croc Du Croc A Nonsence Verse A Few Crocks Take A Walk 10/16/2016
310. Soliloquy On The Cryptic Crossing Swords With The Crossword 10/18/2016
311. Oxford Overlord 10/19/2016
312. Comedy, Irony And Seriousness 10/19/2016
313. Comedy, Irony And Seriousness Ii 10/19/2016
314. Blankety Blank Frank 10/20/2016
315. Circus Freak 10/20/2016
316. Break Up 11/5/2016
317. Hiss, Oh Glottal Stop 11/5/2016
318. A Sepia Shade 11/7/2016
319. Sofa So Good 11/8/2016
320. Te Di Um Drum 11/9/2016
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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Broken Voice

I am stopped.
a harsh light examines my existence

Silenced literally, vocal chords stilled.
A nodule the doctors says,
removal necessary.
I freeze, thoughts elliptical,
returning full stops

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