BrooksLooks @ Marketing to Millennials


Marketing to Millennials

wonder if my grandparents
had the sense of humor
to sign up for a seminar:
‘marketing to the boomer’

like the greatest gen and boomers,
gen x and now gen z
just one more gen’ in the pipeline,
or so it seems to me

in between selfies and sexting texts
who knows what they will buy
should we market to the boomers
or take our chances on gen y?

the old gen dies, it’s gone from view
boomers pass to millennial
does one gen ever welcome the new?
i wonder if, any will

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BrooksLooks @ The American Dream


The American Dream

i woke up

from my American dream

things no longer

what they seemed

what was right

and proper then

are relics now

from way back when

human kindness

in short supply

and people still

impoverished, why?

how did things turn

so far around?

to a time we delight

in tearing others down

there must be a place

like the ones i once knew

sanctuary now

a dreamscape view

i woke up

from the American dream

but i’m back in bed

for if i don’t sleep

i’ll scream

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BrooksLooks @ Gratitude’s Late Arrival


you’ll never know the price we paid

to get you where you are

you’ll never know what it took

to bring you along this far

so if your lack of gratitude

is some strange way of giving back

we’ll check the rear view mirror

until your attitude’s back on track

we will love you from a distance

as we have for all these years

in time you’ll learn life’s lessons

of pain and loss and tears

and when you finally learn gratitude

for all that’s been done for you

we hope you know what real love means

before your karmic bill comes due

farewell my child we let you go

it’s your life to lead so go ahead

may your dreams all come sweetly true

and may you understand

the horseshit you’ve been fed

© Copyright 2016 Brooks Bradbury / BrooksLooks / All Rights Reserved

BrooksLooks @ All That’s Left



in time we sip the finest wines
meet the wisest souls
we linger in love’s sweet bouquet
and avoid the rocky shoals

the tide may try to pull us under
life may wrack and gnaw and grind
until finally we discover
the battle was waged in the mind

mountains scaled, a life fulfilled
time adds up as memory scatters
i realize now it’s all distilled
into what really matters

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BrooksLooks @ When Things Die

i’ve thought a lot about death of late
how life and lives are so finite
it’s best to leave dead things dead
to focus on living seems only right

oh we can try to resuscitate them
if there’s even a shred of life left
but i’d rather leave dead things dead
and focus on living, leave grieving bereft

what else in our lives is at a last resort?
what do i behold just this one time?
i cherish each for i know time is short
karma’s glacial pace sublime

i let it go, sanctifying the space
knowing something better will take its place
perhaps i can really let dead things be
savoring each sweet memory

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BrooksLooks @ Innkeepers


when there’s “no room at the inn”
innkeepers must be at their best
they have plenty of love within
and they never seem to rest

they put points on toilet paper
place parsley on plates just so
they learn a few things about us
more than we want them to know

they get up early and stay up late
seems like they schmooze all day
might want to be an innkeeper myself
if i thought it could ever pay…

they all seem so nice and smiley
like they live in some fairytale world
do they ever have unhappy moments?
does their bacon even get curled?

can’t imagine life without ’em
they sure seem to care about me
without their heartfelt service
what a different world it would be

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BrooksLooks @ Redneck Strong


up to my ankles in horseshit
i’ve got bills piled up to my ears
truck payment’s due tomorrow
jest drank m’ last six beers
but i git along

the repo man’s got my number
he’s already heard my sad tune
guess i’ll pawn me somethin’ tomorrow
long as he gits paid by noon
redneck strong

i can find ‘seng in these hollers
them choppers cain’t find my weed
i can turn corn into dollars
on land i work ‘til I bleed
and keep comin’ back at ye’

so raise a glass
kiss m’ confederate ass
we’ll be the ones survivin’
strongest souls i ever know’d
lives right here and they’s thrivin’
in Appalachia

got a year o’ deer meat in m’ freezer
got a yard full o’ cut ‘n split wood
i got a whole war’s worth of ammo
my survivin’ skills ‘r damn good
on this land my forefathers stood
it’s here in these hollers i belong
here i can live, redneck strong

you might not like our point of view
best proceed at yer own peril
redneck nation still stands strong
y’ain’t got us over some barrel

we understand work and makin’ our pay
we know if we don’t
then we aint eatin’ that day
and i can fix anything
that don’t work
least i’ll damn well try

so best think about what it means
when you call someone that name
cuz we damn well earned it
you’ll never know what we overcame
redneck my ass, right back at ye’

seems we got a whole country
that’s hell bent on dyin’
smartest souls i ever know’d
lives right here and they’s thrivin’
in Appalachia

i’ll never let ’em git me
never let ’em come for my gun
just biding my time
git’n along just fine
we don’t call 911
here in these hollers
is where i belong
livin’ the dream
redneck strong

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Redneck Hot Tub

BrooksLooks @ Religion Collision


sparks fly
poor children cry
amid religion’s divisions
people die

doctrine seems to matter
more than lives
what if we disagree
so nobody dies?

what if we gave
just a smidgen
no religion?

keep faith
free of paradox
giving peace
to each other
instead of gored ox

sitting smug in our pews
are we tolerant of views
that are foreign
free of derision
beyond religion

intolerance’ off-spring
came home to roost
laser-guided reminders
evil is loosed

militant jihadists
dreams will comes true
when death is the goal
the drones on you

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BrooksLooks @ Soft as Silver


soft as silver’s
lustrous shine
quiet moments
i call mine

each a gift
here just in time
peace arrives
in an addled mind

let me stay here
my soul serene
jar me not
from micro-dream

in my temp-oasis
beyond life’s din
i realize now
the state i’m in

no doubt a place
i know little well
a fragile silence
a golden spell

in an instant snap
the spell is done
life returns
back on the run

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BrooksLooks @ Slàinte



there are matters in a lifetime
we never seem to mend
like broken hearts and let-downs
or when good things have to end

so we leave the hurts behind us
move on down the road
our hearts grow stronger on the way
lighter with each we unload

life goes on–it’s all we can say
new joys arriving every day
our live’s are richer for all we’ve known
and the souls we’ve touched on the way

in the end we focus on good things
no regrets shall have their due
we’ll recollect all the sweet things
when our old lives fade from view

and if you’re at my final service
raise some whisky in your glass
as we celebrate our lives well lived
the critics can kiss my ass

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All rights reserved.

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

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BrooksLooks @ 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
in their sacred trust
me and you

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BrooksLooks @ 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



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


will we ever find

a way around

the dark matter found

in a dangerous minds

© Copyright 2017 Brooks Bradbury / BrooksLooks

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

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