Paul Brookes

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thin arc of bowed buttermilk moon shines like a sliver of cheese.

scudding silver sails of cloud elude capture
as the stars look down miffed and mysterious,
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The future ain't what it used to be',
well the days get longer but the years shorter.
the cliched light at the end of the tunnel gets nearer;
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rains incessant
all morning falls
skies fifty shades of grey
the gutters overflow, a Niagara
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Slow, snow, go, well it rhymes at least.
a rest of a least twenty minutes is now required.
too much to write.
is everybody's a two minute wonder I wonder
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life graphs of ups and downs a chains of reason to capture man
to lose his very innocence
made mental madnesswith a circle of woven ice,
to freeze the fevered brain.
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What I miss about before, are hugs,
now we live hermetically sealed.

what I miss most about before, are smiles
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I learned a lesson early,
don't be seen.
wrap up tight into a hedgehog ball
spikes, spikes, spikes.
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sorry you are so underwhelmed,
the poet crashes from pedestal to earth
so a simple matter, we impact then smash, shall we rise again?
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all along the maypole the green mans face appears;
words and pages woven in pagan practices.
midsummer madness and particoloured fools
Morris and nine men dance bells a jingling
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oft times I'm accused of bitterness,
well, I maybe a tad world weary, that I'll admit to
and many a time disappointed
that's not bitter, just life experience.
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time liquid drips like bright pearl tears making hard rock weep.
fluxing elastic ever exponential moments, minutes, months, years
like eternities breathing outward its soft rhythm is our daily round.
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When did we presume to move mountains?
drilling stone, stripped to the bone.
Terra is not so Firma anymore.
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Sweat on his brow was not returned monetarily,
if it was he'd be a wealthy man.

hands hardened, tough as his spirit,
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the gravel crunches snapping at my heels
like snapping twigs and Autumn leaves
the rain has ceased but the bitter wind still blows
blowing the petals from wretched withered wreaths
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Autumn came in sudden gusts of leaves
which whisk and rustle at the door
skies lead shaded water filled
streak rain across the windscreen
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no longer owning a suit, a tie or shirt
returning to childhood, work's gone for good.
walking on white beaches collecting shells,
drawing pictures words in the sand with a stick
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18.

Strike dreams out
bed hard frozen
frost came killed the roses
leaves drip
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It came complete with no explanations
outer layer intact.

not Ikea I thought this ones been built already,
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It is sad when poets hate other poets
a poem is an expression from the heart
of thoughts and feeling of love and joy,
so poets be kind.
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The Best Poem Of Paul Brookes

Ludicrous Is Love

thin arc of bowed buttermilk moon shines like a sliver of cheese.

scudding silver sails of cloud elude capture
as the stars look down miffed and mysterious,
can they really predict fate.

sometimes love rides the train like a hobo searching for a home
and Venus laughing hearty winks.
so where does love begin?

never in the bright ring of the sun
but in the clandestine night.

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