Paul Brookes Poems

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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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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leaving is and was hard you said.
no long goodbyes, farewells, see you laters
there would be no laters or afters.
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