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Best Poems Written by Peter Brooks

Below are the all-time best Peter Brooks poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Us

Numinous bodies;
Complex, elegant, acme
of the universe.

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Death By Lightning

Bright morn. Two boys fish.
Absorbed… Rain - Run - Rods - Lightning.
One boy heard the clap.

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Now

I thought about it,
A moment. Enough to see,
The sea. The sun.  Me

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Our Lot

Volcano living,
Lovely view, rich soil; at one.
Erupt!  Swift end. Peace.

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Why I Am Not Interested In Climbing Mountains

I can't imagine any pleasure,
              in being stuck,
                          at               the                end               of               a      rope,
       (no doubt in great discomfort),              
             up some gully in the cold,
                    in danger of being blown                                                        off,
                           with no obvious way of getting back

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down.

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Skin Is Not Silky

Warm, lustrous, skin; soft.
Erotic touch, sensuous love.
Silk, a faint echo.

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Do

Drawing is seeing.
Doing sharpens our senses - 
Singing is hearing.

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A Riddle - Until It Is Not

Déjà vu it seemed -
As if I was there. What I?
.. it was jamais vu.

Déjà vu - Eyes saw?
Looked —- Jamais vu, before.
Eyes are blind.... I see.

Seen. Never unseen
again. Eye was ever so
blind before I saw.

I am not. Here is;
seen, as if never before.
What sees? The new mind.

There are no old minds.
Only old memories,
From previous minds.

Once someone thought ‘me’.
See the memory, back then.
Now, just now, all is.

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Not Failing

You are only a failure if you fail to live;
If you obey, rather than question,
Envy baubles as if they matter,
Hate official enemies, when they are humans,
Believe in public idols, when they are empty,
Accumulate things, not moments,
Pander many, rather than cherish few,
Play approved games,
Worship fashionable gods,
Buy fun-in-a-can, when fun is free,
Exist for fear of what they’d think - 
                                                       If you lived.

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I Sing Your Return

I sing your return.
Halves, now whole, we hug. Pure joy!
Our home complete - us.    #haiku