BrooksLooks @ January 1919

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January 1919

There’s a bit of bacon in the teeth
And the mud is squelchin’ soft beneath
A pullin’ out of Couddes in the rain.
The same stone street in the same damn way
With the same dead drill to do today,
A hikin’ outer Couddes in the rain.

It’s light packs, helmets and gas masks too,
With a drinkin’ Sarge to drive each of us through;
Soldierin’ outside Couddes in the rain
I’d give my shirt for a decent smoke,
I’m tired and I’m stinkin’, wet and broke,
A drillin’ outside Couddes in the rain.

There’s slum to-night and my feet are sore,
Why ain’t I gettin’ my mail no more?
Squad’s eastin’ beyond Couddes in the rain;
The poplar’s black agin the sky,
The Skipper’s cursin’. God knows why
I’m pluggin’ outside Couddes in the rain.

A long hike home when the day is done,
The mist may lift and we’ll see the sun,
A comin’ back to Couddes in the rain,
I’ll bum a bottle of rhum to-nite,
And a little brunette to treat me right,
A comin’ out of Couddes in the rain.

© Copyright 1921 Brooks Bradbury

[ Coudes is a commune in the Puy‑de‑Dôme department in Auvergne in central France. My grandfather, Brooks Bradbury, wrote this poem while stationed there during World War I.]

BrooksLooks @ Precious You

Precious You

beneath neon skis
of powder blue
precious you

two lifetimes yet
days too few
precious you

on darkest days
a beautiful view
precious you

fireflies dance
in evening’s dew
precious you

a crooked road
a waltz for two
precious you

through it all
i stand by you
precious you

© Copyright 2015 Brooks Bradbury

BrooksLooks @ Red Quinoa

Red Quinoa

i could live without quinoa
i try to be gluten-free
but to confess i never eat any wheat
is like Ukraine being Putin-free

it’s not that the distant Russians
are involved in my diet at all
okay an occasional vodka
or a black bread gluten-free-fall

i’d relish a little beluga
savor borscht when it’s good and cold
but the thing is about my diet
gluten-free is getting old

it’s not like those frozen products
are really hitting the spot
what if we discover that red quinoa
was really a communist plot?

so dosvydanya darling
carbs and fructose are my new friends
when I’m as large as the Tsar-kolokol
I’ll be gluten-free again

© Copyright 2015 Brooks Bradbury

BrooksLooks @ Maple Road

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Brooks Bradbury (1973)

There was a home that held all I wanted

A girl, two sons, one very human dog

I wonder if that house is ever haunted

By the great love I gave that catalogue

If a high heat my absent heart still throws there

Be fixed and focused by Time’s burning glass

A gentle fragrance should forever blow there

And flowers sparkle gaily in the grass

There is no need for flame or warmth of fire

No rosy hearth to cheer or snuggle by

There burns the sum of all my soul’s desire-

It was and is and will be till I die!

(An excerpt from the anthology “Backlash”, published by my grandfather, Brooks Bradbury, Copyright 1982, Southbury, Connecticut. Maple Road, in Pleasantville, New York.)

 

BrooksLooks @ Dark Matter

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Dark Matter

they say this all started

with a great big bang

fire and rain

yin and the yang

millenia passed

and left plenty of clues

like how we crawled out

of some primordial ooze

we’ve come so far

to get to where we are

as we take another lap

around this old star

where are going?

will we ever arrive?

gravity bound

to live and die

still we fight

for border control

incivility takes a terrible toll

hate for hate’s sake

how much more can we take

religious divisions

deep and dark

and the rising tyranny

of the oligarch

are we dumb as a box

of asteroid rocks

after eons of years

dark matter appears

much of it lies

between two human ears

blind-sided

will we ever find

a way around

the dark matter found

in a dangerous minds

© Copyright 2017 Brooks Bradbury / BrooksLooks

BrooksLooks @ Precious You

fb_img_1547430148929Precious You

beneath neon

skies of powder blue

precious you

two lifetimes yet

days too few

precious you

on darkest days

my beautiful view

precious you

fireflies danced

in evening’s dew

precious you

a crooked road

a waltz for two

precious you

through it all

i stand by you

precious you

© Copyright 2015 Brooks Bradbury

BrooksLooks @ Green Lights

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when the time is right

and it’s time to go

seize the day

you finally know

new horizons are calling

to places you’ve never seen

the past becomes a distant view

when all the lights turn green

adventure lies in moving forward

before they change to caution’s glow

ride the wave, be brave, live on!

as you face life’s ebb and flow

new horizons are calling you

to places you’ve never seen

the past becomes a distant view

when all the lights turn green

© Copyright 2015 Brooks Bradbury