Brooks Poems - Poems about Brooks

When the clouds’ part and the sun does rise, A glimmer of hope felt for my treasured prize. Vast above the sky shimmers blue, Forever in search for a heart pure and true. Over rolling hills, farms and babbling brooks, Through glimmering eyes and dazzling looks. To the horizon they dream and leer, Forever trapped in what is ever so near. So far...

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Melvin James Brooks wasn’t one to cook the books with movie making he was bold and gave us comedies that broke the mold ...

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...after Gwendolyn Brooks & Terrance Hayes In this dim-lit hall, gathered close, we Chalk our cues, faces worn but real. Eight-ball in the corner, staying cool, Brothers in the game, that's who we Are. Schoolyard dreams we long since left, Traded books for pool cues after school. In this smoky haven loitering, here we Find our place, amongst shadows we lurk Quiet-like. Clock ticking,...

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In whispers soft, the rustling leaves confide, Secrets shared upon the forest floor, Their gentle murmurs in the breeze abide, As tales of ages past are whispered more. Beside the brook, its babbling waters sing, A lullaby that soothes the weary soul, In murmured tones, the stream's sweet whispers bring,...

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Lovely Brooks traversed through The desert and the glens ...

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If you're wondering how long it took for a man to die after crashing a car, five days was how long it took. The car crash killed him and his ex-wife who was named Stacy Brooks. He was driving over a hundred miles per hour at midnight, that was really fast. Stacy died instantly but her ex-husband died...

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mel ...flows low waters still... brooks ...in valley pastures... spring waters ...to ponds and back... have carried ...creations for ninety six years... stans sand...

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Sky squeezes wet clouds and showers drip through fingers and drop on earth’s grip. Drops peer through nerve ends to starving earth’s soul; soul fills in and crust moistens and drops slip on her skin. Brooks fill in, fields spill; canals feel thrilled; crabs bounce, fish pounce and cranes feel chilled; trees bend their heads, their hands and their arms; sap...

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Atlanta is better described these days as: A T L A N T A S E R 1. Because Rayshard Brooks was killed for being tough enough - & drunk but innocent & cooperative with cops - yet wresting the offensively deployed taser; 2. The ex-cop was mean enough to kill to get the TASER back, rather...

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He was a nice quiet gentle man He had family friends wife and a daughter too But Rayshard Brooks was also a black man He was just waiting for a burger at Wendy's drive-through He'd been for a drink and was tired that time of day He fell asleep in his car Wendy's called the police, there's a car in the...

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Minority rule Apartheid We, majority, asked: How? blaming the victims of hate! I heard Gandhi, Dr. King, Biko II Now we who have media, wealth, vote ... Ask Lincoln to police Minneapolice (Mean Polis?) We quote, "Be the change you want," but Dream dead Saviors, hate Prez Obama, First Black III We were asked to solve (apart-hate) - apartheid We did so, without the vote,...

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The USA sent 3 men to the moon in 1969, helped bring us to a cell-phone age, but the globe's wealthiest nation, with the most freedoms WILL NOT STOP COP-killers murdering unarmed PEOPLE OF COLOR (c)Deo. shalom, shalom! Corona feels like Judgment now. IF U WON"T PRACTICE DEMOCRACY, THEN TRY JESUS. Better than your stinking democracy. Ask todays Iraqis,...

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A DEDICATION RAPPING BROOKS ~~~~~~~~~~ Many brooks I've heard rapping, I dance with joy, end up clapping. All have spirit, what err the land, meandering journeys nature planned. To sit on their banks, meditating, to them babbling over rocks, relating. To times gone by in Wiltshire, I first dedicated my heart to nature. No regrets, not ever on my part, bar one, humans, they broke their hearts. Most...

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Hearts bleed heavy on a Cold Lonely Night hurtin' since you walked on out that door Whiskey jars tumble and I hear a little murmur as some mighty Bayou Lightning Strikes tonight Whether You're Using Me or just Wound Up Tight It's gonna be okay baby you'll be alright A little down and a little dirty pepper mixed in you'll shake...

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To My Friends…From Brooks I know it’s hard to believe In this poem of mine That I find it very difficult To spin the right words to rhyme The amazing gift God gave me Of so many friends who cared Through all days dark or bright And the love they freely shared Music was my passion But friends were all my life The reason for my...

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