Andy Brookes

Gold Star - 21,502 Points (11 May 1954 / Macclesfield)

Andy Brookes Poems

321. Shore 5/18/2015
322. Holocaust 5/19/2015
323. Pic 5/19/2015
324. In Deeds Not 5/20/2015
325. For You 5/20/2015
326. Untitled..... 5/20/2015
327. Untitled * 5/20/2015
328. Untitled& 5/20/2015
329. Heart 5/22/2015
330. Thought 5/22/2015
331. Japaned 5/22/2015
332. Air 5/22/2015
333. Musing 5/22/2015
334. Eros Trip 5/22/2015
335. Dreaming Of Sleep 5/24/2015
336. Distillation Of Data Dreaming Dogmatism. (Or On Poetry) 11/29/2016
337. Daylight Digital Dreams And Drams 11/30/2016
338. Simple Summer Fancy In The Garden Of The Stone Buddha 12/2/2016
339. Cold The Wind Blows 12/2/2016
340. Sessions On Sexuality And Saving Souls 12/4/2016
341. Anatomy Of Atomic Atoms In The Body Politic 12/6/2016
342. Internecine Inner Inertia Interaction Or Fatal Flames Of Fame 12/6/2016
343. Definetly Not Three Haiku On Dried Sunflowers 12/7/2016
344. Poets 12/7/2016
345. Dawn In A Japanese Garden 7/12/ 2016 12/7/2016
346. Saturday At Formby Point 12/9/2016
347. Pursuing Contemplative Patient Patterns 12/10/2016
348. The Lonely Places Where Poets Tread (A Dreams Remnants) 12/11/2016
349. A Box From The Attic 12/12/2016
350. Cascading Capitalist Fat Cat Ball 12/12/2016
351. Definition Of The Definite Article Unefined Unclassified. 12/13/2016
352. Binary Thoughts And Peaceful Resolutions 12/13/2016
353. Abstract But Is It Poetry. 12/13/2016
354. Skipping Stepping Stones 12/15/2016
355. Grave Thoughts 12/17/2016
356. Finally Fulfilled This Face Full Of Furrows 12/18/2016
357. Drug Of Choice 12/19/2016
358. Not 12/28/2016
359. Zipped 12/28/2016
360. On Haiku 12/29/2016
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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Pic 'N Mix

I'm a strange creature, you must agree,
Not insect, fowl nor out the sea.
Not marsupial, mammal or duck,
I'm all three, just my luck.
I swim underwater, with feet that are webbed,
And scrabble on land for I am four legged.
And if you see me, you'll think me absurd,
Because you see, I have a beak like a bird.
Don't live in a nest,   but like a mole

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