BrooksLooks @ Lame Poetry

Lame Poetry

Lord deliver me
from lame poetry
from cloying phrases
that are sickly sweet
don’t quite rhyme
miss the beat

Lord spare me from mediocrity
especially the over-wrought
terse trite verse
what could be worse?

Lord deliver me
from lame poetry
from admonishing verses
that look down from on high
to us heathen souls
who live and die

Lord deliver me
from lame poetry
instead, give me poems
that move my soul
that shake my bones
that rock and roll
that ask the questions
i never frame

Lord delivery me
from poems
(including my own)
if they be lame

© Copyright 2015 Brooks Bradbury / BrooksLooks

BrooksLooks @ Me and You

ME AND YOU

his step unslowed
his shoulders unbowed
his eyes still somewhat blue
he feels the passing years go by
as finite days come into view
a Sisyphus pushing
against time, defiant
he strains to move
the rock of age
his strength grows weaker
the rock more giant

her step unslowed
her back unbowed
her beauty still shines through
though she knows the toll
that life can take
and what’s been lost
in it’s swirling wake

two hearts beat on
against time’s tide
with scars incurred
from a wild ride
kindred souls
through time
and space
approach the golden stretch
of their human race

they know each other
forever true
all they have
invested
in their sacred trust
me and you

© Copyright 2015 Brooks Bradbury / BrooksLooks

BrooksLooks @ Knowing the Difference

To Adrien and John,
On your Wedding Day

it’s only when we live enough
to know our soul’s true place
that we come to know the difference
‘tween each false and friendly face

in time we find a place like home
a place to make a stand
finally safe at home at last
life reveals its master plan

you’ve known some roads plenty rough crooked ones from there to here
you’ve lived enough
through joyful times
and when you fought back every tear

you realize they’re behind you now
life’s back up to speed
it’s your soul, your family
that are all you really need

take strength in family provenance
find strength in all our love
we’ve never been more proud of you
as you go forth, rise above

there are quirks in every family
relatives who understand odd
we all mean well in reality
smile and pleasantly nod

it’s only when we live enough
to know our soul’s true place
that we come to know the difference
‘tween each false and friendly face

in time we find our home at last
the place we’re meant to be
it’s clear you’re here, the past long past
today we celebrate you and your new family

© Copyright 2015 Brooks Bradbury / BrooksLooks / All Rights Reserved

BrooksLooks @ Blind Spots

BLIND SPOTS

i get a sense of blind spots
or at least where i think they may be
and i realize there are dimensions
in life, many i’ll never see

blind spots beyond the senses
we neither taste nor touch nor feel
hidden places unclear to us
i’m certain they’re quite real

like dark matter and black holes
only scientists comprehend
perhaps these blind spots
are where our imperfections lie
just around the bend

imagine what we could all become
if all was clear and true
how much broader our existence
if our blind spots came into view

© Copyright 2015 Brooks Bradbury

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

Dark Matter

they say this all started
with a rather big bang
fire and rain
yin and the yang
millennia passed
leaving plenty of clues
like how we crawled out
of a 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
we live and die
still we fight
for border control
incivility takes a toll
hate for hate’s sake
how much more
can humanity take
religious divisions
are deep and dark
as is the rising tyranny
of the oligarch
are we dumb as a box
of asteroid rocks?
after eons of years
dark matter appears
though much of it lies
between two human ears
blind-sided
will we ever find
a way around
the dark matter found
in a dangerous mind?

© Copyright 2017 Brooks Bradbury / BrooksLooks

BrooksLooks @ Precious You

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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
to seize the day
you finally know
new horizons
calling
to places not seen
as 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
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

BrooksLooks @ Being at Odds

Being at Odds

i was at odds with the world today
and it was at odds with me
it didn’t go where i wanted it to
nor was i where i wanted to be

i’m going to call it an early night
to try and break the spell
out of sorts i can hardly think
please let tonight go well
so tomorrow we’re back in synch

i was at odds with the world today
and it was at odds with me
it didn’t go where i wanted it to
nor was i where i wanted to be

© Copyright 2015 Brooks Bradbury / BrooksLooks

BrooksLooks @ The Way the Wind Blows

The Way the Wind Blows

tell me how
to read the signs
the subtle messages
amongst the tea leaves
and between the lines

give me time
to solve each riddle
feel the vibe
of each vague transmittal
including those
i can’t describe

when i listen
help me know
the rising tide
the wind’s direction
life’s ebb and flow

help me thank
distant admirers
for their support
when i’m out of touch
or cross my wires

we press on
against the odds
and try to see
around false facades

occasionally
i catch a glimpse
have a clue
when the view is clear
only then i’m certain
what’s really true

as the years move on
and our life together
geo-scatters
i realize now
what really matters

the winds may blow us
hither and yon
but it’s always you
i count on

© Copyright Brooks Bradbury / BrooksLooks

BrooksLooks @ Dark Matter

Dark Matter

they say this all started
with a great big bang
fire and rain
yin and the yang

millenia passed
left plenty of clues
like how we crawled out
of a primordial ooze

we’ve come so far
to get to where we are
on another lap
around this old star
where are we headed,
will we ever arrive?
gravity bound
to live and die

still we fight
over border control
incivility takes a tragic 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 mind

© Copyright 2015 Brooks Bradbury / BrooksLooks

BrooksLooks @ Inhospitable

Inhospitable

if we put down the double latte
move away from our little screens
try to become human again
if we remember what it means

generous employers decades ago
provided commendable steady work
benefits, pensions and raises earned
without armed workers gone berserk

honorable employees decades ago
gave a lifetime of blood and sweat
they earned each precious benefit
the ones we no longer get

the social contract fractured
when money became the goal
now we see where it’s all leading
as we face the social toll

we’re all out on the run today
searching for what it all means
thankful for our friends and family
for lattes and little screens

© Copyright 2015 Brooks Bradbury / BrooksLooks

BrooksLooks @ Snake in the Road

Snake in the Road

it started with a garter snake
flattened in the street
the harmless little garden kind
whilst squished, was rather neat

“they’re the good ones” people quip
“they couldn’t ever hurt”
like the big fat slithery black ones
down there in the dirt

let them go their merry way
in the herpetological code
but it’s open season on the highway
when they’re stretched across the road

in Appalachia
copperheads can make you think twice
the poison ones come at ‘ya and
timber rattlers are half as nice

but out in Arizona
the snakes have all turned pro
so you better watch out, out there
if that’s where yer plannin’ to go

see there’s twenty kinds of diamondbacks
they stare out of those rocky cracks
and that lightning fast Mojave kind
say your prayers if one attacks

sonoran racers and whip snakes
are colorful and mellow
but a coral snake bite is all it takes
‘cause “red and yellow kills a fellow”

it’s a queasy kind of feeling though
for even a ranch-worn drover
who sees a diamondback with tire tracks
when his pickup runs one over

there ain’t no moral to the tale
when it comes to deadly snakes
avoid ’em on the trail fer sure
but on the road avoid the brakes

© Copyright 2014 Brooks Bradbury / BROOKS LOOKS

BrooksLooks @ Insha’Allah

Insha’Allah

don’t tell me it’s about religion
all i see is evil on the rise
violent false bravado
in your madman’s mad disguise

so keep your eyes to Allah
so you’ll know when the time is right
to kiss your jihadi ass goodbye
when the drones fly over at night

die you radicalized league of fools
as you revel in your lies
tell them over and over again
until every suicide bomber dies

just try to threaten freedom’s reign
our free speech never lost in vain
if you choose to kill
because you think it’s Allah’s will
your religion so aggrieved
you’ll die a gruesome death deceived

so best keep your eyes to Allah
to know when the time is right
to kiss your jihadi ass goodbye
when the drones fly over at night

© Copyright 2015 Brooks Bradbury

BrooksLooks @ Kaleidoscope

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Kaleidoscope

running away
beyond these walls
smashing the glass
i scream in sterile halls

at the end of my years
i’m full of fears
so many tears
each piece of my life
was once crystal clear

now like shards
of colored glass
that tumble together
in time’s impasse

endless shapes
roll round and round
bits of my memory
broken, lost
no longer found

unfamiliar patterns
if i move from the light
darker by the moment
my soul’s final fight

unsteady hands
the pieces keep
turning, moving
i no longer know
i’m no longer improving

[she walked to where
the circled chairs,
a familiar stranger,
her husband of 50 years–
was waiting there]

tell me who you are again?
will you help me see?
did i know you once?
were you kind to me?

won’t you sit a bit
and talk a while?
hold my hand
i think that once
i knew your smile

my spirit shattered
i’ll escape today
over the wall
beyond my fears
if i break this glass
i’ll get far away

and leave shards
of colored glass
to tumble together
in my last gasp
endless shapes
go round and round
bits of memory
lost, remaining now
forever un-found

wait for me
i’m still right here
all my heart
all my fears
uncertainty and tears
where is my home?

when can I go home?

Dedicated to Dot & Frank and to The Elms’ Chestnut Cottage, Memory Care Alzheimer’s Disease Unit, Westerly RI

© Copyright Brooks Bradbury 2015

BrooksLooks @ Innkeeper! Innkeeper!

innkeeper! innkeeper!
rent me a room!
find me a suite!
we’ll be there soon!

innkeeper! innkeeper!
can we check in at noon?
the best room you’ve got!
will our dreams come true?

innkeeper! innkeeper!
it’s all up to you!
we need a king bed!
and an ocean view too!

innkeeper! innkeeper!
we need a break!
you’re our only hope!
or how could we cope?
are you near a lake?
we need twelve extra towels!
and plenty of soap!

innkeeper! innkeeper!
we won’t ask for more!
1,200 count sheets?
oh, by the way i snore!

innkeeper! innkeeper!
when do YOU ever sleep?
is this all you do?
did you buy the inn cheap?

what a dream job you have!
to schmooze all day long!
and not do a thing!
hey, what could go wrong?

innkeeper! innkeeper!
if it’s not too much for you!
a morning wake up at 4!
and a late check-out too!

innkeeper! innkeeper!
thanks for a really great stay!
is this really my bill?
how could I ever pay?!
do you take trav’ler checks too?

innkeeper! innkeeper!
what a great room!
our stay was so sweet
we’ll be back again soon!

© Copyright 2014 Brooks Bradbury

BrooksLooks @ Celebrating a History of Primland

Celebrating a History of Primland

Written for and Presented during the Grand Opening of the Lodge and Spa at Primland, August 2009

THIS WAS THE HOME OF NATIVE SONS AND DAUGHTERS
WHERE NATURE FLOURISHED BY CRYSTAL CLEAR WATERS
A BEAUTIFUL BLUE RIDGE OVERFLOWING WITH LIFE
EXPLORED CENTURIES AGO BY BOW AND ARROW, AND KNIFE

A DIVINE INSPIRATION OF EONS AGO
GOD SMILED AT HIS WORK FROM THE BLUE RIDGE BELOW
SETTLERS CAME AND STRUGGLED, STRONG WINDS WOULD BLOW
CROPS WERE HARVESTED, CORN LIQUOR WOULD FLOW

YOU MIGHT THINK IT A RANDOM, UNLIKELY CONNECTION
SUCH A WORLDLY SOUL WOULD ARRIVE FROM A DISTANT DIRECTION
THAT ONE DIDIER PRIMAT OF GENEVA WOULD FIND HIS WAY HERE
A GREAT CANVAS OF LAND AWAITED AS THE ARTIST APPEARED

AND IN ‘77, THIS GIANT OF A MAN SET TO WORK
HE PURCHASED THIS LAND COMMENCING SLOWLY AT FIRST
ABOVE ALL NATURE WAS CHERISHED—IT WOULD EVER REMAIN SO
AS KINDRED SOULS WILL DISCOVER UP ON BUSTED ROCK ROAD

IT BEGAN WITH AN IDEA—HIS REMARKABLE VISION TO UNFOLD
PRIMLAND WAS BORN, IT WAS BIG AND IT WAS BOLD
HE INTRODUCED PRIMAT’S TO VIRGINIA AS FAMILY STORIES WERE TOLD
A GLIMPSE OF THIS FUTURE WAS THEIRS TO BEHOLD

PRIMLUMBER WAS BORN IN 1977
BUNDLES OF ‘PRIMWOOD SOLD IN 7/11’S
A HUMBLE BEGINNING FOR A PLACE OF SUCH MEASURE
TIMBER CAREFULLY SELECTED, EACH TREE A TREASURE

TRAILS WERE BLAZED, A FEW ROADS WERE CARVED OUT
JOBS WERE CREATED TO ALLAY LOCAL DOUBT
HUNTING AND SHOOTING BECAME OUR FIRST SPORTS
THEN AS ONE THING LEADS TO ANOTHER, A RESORT

ROADS WERE BUILT AND TALENT WAS SOURCED
DONALD STEEL CAME ALONG, DESIGNING A COURSE
BECAUSE HUNTERS MIGHT LIKE TO PLAY A ROUND OR TWO
OF GOLF, DIFFICULT AND LONG WITH AN AMAZING VIEW

THE NAME PRIMLAND WAS INTRO’D IN LATE ‘86
THE FUTURE WAS BRIGHT WITH GOLF IN THE MIX
WE WOULD NEED WATER FOR FAIRWAYS AND GREENS
AND SEWERS AND TANKS AND IRRIGATION MACHINES

THEN THE GOLFERS AND HUNTERS NEEDED SOME PLACE TO STAY
AN IDEA FOR A LODGE SAW ITS FIRST LIGHT OF DAY
DIDIER PRIMAT DESIGNED IT TO FIT THESE SURROUNDINGS
A CATHEDRAL OF PRIMAT BUILT AMIDST NATURE ABOUNDING

ELEGANT STYLE AND A DESIGN TRULY RESPLENDENT
FOR TIME AWAY IN THE MOUNTAINS
A HEAVENLY SETTING TO SPEND IT
UP ON THE BLUE RIDGE IN STYLE EVEN TOURS OF THE SKY
FROM DIDIER’S TELESCOPE IN A DOME WAY UP HIGH

ON THE DAY OF MR. PRIMAT’S PREMATURE PASSING AWAY
BEGAN THUS A TIME OF MOURNING AND SADNESS
A CELEBRATION OF HIS GREATNESS, A NEW DAY
IN HIS CHILDRENS’ HANDS PRIMLAND REWORKED IN A NEW PRIMLAND WAY
A GIFT AND A CHALLENGE HIS BOLD LEGACY
REQUIRING THE SUDDEN ENGAGEMENT OF HIS PROGENY
THESE HILLS WILL REMEMBER WHAT HE BROUGHT TO THIS PLACE
TO THIS RIDGE ONCE JUST FARMLAND AND ACRES OF TREES

AND PEOPLE WILL COME IN SEARCH OF PEACEFULNESS HERE
INSPIRED BY NATURE, A LODGE RARE AND DEAR
HOSPITALITY WILL GROW, WE WILL WELCOME EACH GUEST
TO THIS REMARKABLE PLACE FOR RECREATION AND REST

© Copyright 2009 Brooks Bradbury, BrooksLooks

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