BrooksLooks @ Moved to Tears

Moved to Tears

they move from
the Bay State mountains
south to Connecticut’s shore
move to the land
of bratwurst and cheeses
to Sheboygan and back
to the Blue Ridge for more

move to the land
where the roadrunner races
where ocotillo grows
in wide open spaces
south and east
to the land of the pine
moved for a time up in old Appalachia
moved to the Smokies
in North Caroline

at last they moved West
in hopes it would be
a move toward home,
and sanity
Utah, Arizona, Colorado
along the great divide
where the air is clear
and the views open wide

if you add up ‘em all up
all the beginnings and ends
the sad goodbyes
to new-made friends
and all those years
and unknown fears
moving trucks
and changing gears
you’ll know why now
they’re moved to tears

how many times
can furniture be stored
or tied on top
with bungee cords
how many moves
can they really make
how many cross country drives
can anyone take?
how many towns
will they call home
how far can they go
how far can they roam

oh the packing tape
on each cardboard box
new license plates
new primary docs
where home is
a monthly rental
and a P.O. Box

through address changes
and open ranges
following their hearts all those years
if you asked why they did it
they can hardly say
they’re moved to tears

maybe it’s the new American way,
to follow work where it is today
paycheck gypsies out on the run
crossing the country in search of one

for the pact is broken now
loyalty long gone somehow
businesses cutting every cost
without knowing what’s all been lost

if you add up ‘em all up
all the beginnings and ends
the sad goodbyes
to new-made friends
and all those years
and unknown fears
you’ll know why
we were moved to tears

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BrooksLooks @ A Poet’s Prescription

A Poet’s Prescription

thank you for sharing
these moments with me
for reading words
arranged
mindfully

a poem can convey
what a poet might say
how they think about life
how it all goes
peacefully pondering
it’s ebbs and flows

here in the present
where the real gifts
are received
true presence is ours
if only we
b r e a t h e

the randomness
of our connection
how you wandered by
perhaps seekers
of joy and wisdom
in time, coalesce
ally

if you’re still reading
in search of a clue
i sincerely hope
i’m getting through

if you’re here biding time
you’ll appreciate
the message and
that some of the words
actually rhyme

here is the thing
a poet might say
as each of us
wanders about on our own
learning and
searching
sometimes astray

poets
recommend
reading
a few poems
on the way

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BrooksLooks @ A Career in Independent Hospitality

A Career in Independent Hospitality
Brooks Bradbury

1. It will bring you to places and present you with situations you have never imagined.

2. Whatever you give, it will ask even more of you–and challenge you each day.

3. The costs are high, and the rewards are too.

4.  You will come to know amazing people from all walks of life, and you will realize that serving everyone well is your life’s work.

5. You will become very familiar with HVAC, refrigeration, plumbing, electricity, cleaning procedures, laundry chemicals and the world of maintenance while developing an intimate working knowledge of sewers and septic tanks. Your knowledge in these areas will be tested when you have a full house, often on a national holiday.

6. If you’re lucky, you will savor some of the world’s finest foods and beverages.

7. If your staff is happy and respected–you will be too. Make it your personal mission to compassionately help people to get where they are going.

8. At times, you may regret your career choice but you will get over it, realizing that your chosen field is the most dynamic and exciting career path you could have chosen.

9. Networking is your second full-time job. See #10.

10. Remember that hotel owners are like everyone else–they will retire, get bored, decide to sell and die–not necessarily in that order. See #9.

11. As soon as you get comfortable,  expect change. Be ready. Be flexible.

12. Your life partner (if you are lucky enough to find one) will be challenged in extraordinary ways by your career choice. 

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BrooksLooks @ Something Gave

Something Gave

red blood
on a white hot sidewalk
officers in blue
an outline in chalk

lost in the cracks
humanity cringes
at the unravelling lives
of souls on the fringes

disenfranchised
sanctuary lost
forgotten and hurting
the real human cost

here evil moves in
like an angry flood
a price is paid
in innocent blood

red blood
on a white hot sidewalk
officers in blue
an outline in chalk

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BrooksLooks @ When the Drones flew Over at Night

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When the Drones Flew Over at Night

bloodshed flows from countless hearts
in collisions of religious might
techno-precision response unleashed
and the drones flew over at night

human kindness threatened
an epic battle is on the rise
evil’s rampant rage now fully engaged
by madmen in islamic disguise

dressed in their very best suicide vests
believing their way is right
people die and the bombs rain down
and the drones flew over at night

i wonder if we will ever know
at the end of this senseless fight
what the jihadis thought looking up
when the drones flew over at night

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BrooksLooks @ An Ancient Trail

Dark Matter

On An Ancient Trail

where it leads from
and where it leads to
on an ancient trail
narrow and true

footprint on hoofprint
paths worn and clear
evidence of Appalachian souls
who once passed by here

compacted in the sunken earth
stones smoothed from hike and climb
why did this ancient trail survive
on a remote divide, after so much time

perhaps it was what wasn’t here
found on these high trails
knowing souls come to find peace
far from their own travails

i keep moving forward
along fields and split rail fence
following my heart to joy
this path life’s recompense

out on the trail less traveled
finally nearing its end
nourished by nature’s magic spell
i turn to walk it again

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BrooksLooks @ These Words

These Words
these words are written
simply my own
a seeker on faraway trails
out here, a long way from home

these words i’ve written
could hardly convey
answers to questions
or even the way

if our paths cross
and we share a smile
i’ll be the better to know you
as we linger on a little while

and then we’ll be off
to our own dimensions of time
all that will remain
are these words
on a bridge of rhyme

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BrooksLooks @ Little Lives

Little Lives

no one knows
how any soul
could live
by limiting their own
pushing exhausted
onward strives
life’s victor alone
let us dream big
out on the edge
and let us not lead
little lives

and after striving there
up on life’s high summit
through its depths
and painful dives
will we sit back
reliving memories
while actually living
little lives?

let us learn to
forgive ourselves
for wasted moments
and misspent days
in spite of what life
conjures, contrives
and all the ways
we lead little lives

this miracle of
spinning atop
a sphere
near a sun
just a moment of life
even one on the run
an incomprehensible gift
reason never to squander
moving a poet
to muse and ponder
how we must live on!
whatever the universe
provides or connives
reason enough
for us to avoid
ever leading
little lives

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BrooksLooks @ My Father’s Son

My Father’s Son

when you look at me
my father’s son
i hope you see
all he had done

to guide a kid
through his youth
over the years
long past his own
his name and face
passed on and how
his legacy is
his children now

he taught us
how to listen
never wasted
one single word
how to stay calm
in storms that raged
to best the ambiguous
avoid the absurd
in our battles waged
to bear the discomfort
with extra-effort tries
to aim for the hoop,
the goal, the mitt,
the hoop, the cup
and to never, ever
ever give up
the value of sports
he who gives up, dies

for in winning well
other sportsmen
of honor
can always tell

until i rebelled
at his consistency
and i miss him now
him and me
and i try to be
more like him
strong and wise
quiet, of health
so to this day
he’d be proud of me

when you look at me
my father’s son
i hope you see
all he had done

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BrooksLooks @ Appalachian Soul

Appalachian Soul

into these mountains
life is sacred and whole
i came in search of
Appalachia’s soul

into these mountains
hollers and coves
on native trails
in Nature’s groves

into these mountains
Appalachian folk
thrive as ever, adapting
strong as oak

into these mountains
lifetimes of courage
where The Smokies are home
on an endless Blue Ridge

into these mountains
life is sacred and whole
i came and discovered the depth
of Appalachia’s soul

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BrooksLooks @ Crash and Burn

Crash and Burn

maybe when
you crash and burn
you’ll come back again
and maybe you’ll learn
some lessons then
like life’s rewards
are what you earn
what your gifts afford
when you discern
it was never about you
what’ll you do,
when you crash and burn?

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BrooksLooks @ The One Left Behind

The One Left Behind
Brooks Bradbury

in pondering
a person’s soul
male or female
generally each
a role
nonetheless
each bears its toll

present day issues
of gender transition
present new ways
to help brave souls
in painful positions
but the point
i really wish to make
is that we stop
and give the other
a break

in this dance
of husbands and wives
sometimes one must lead
sometimes one is left behind
it isn’t easy to play either part
so much to learn
while living lives
together heart to heart

understanding
a person’s soul
and its hidden,
painful sides
we can learn about the other
when ego collides
let us celebrate our
human connections
and stop doing
what divides

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BrooksLooks @ But Did I Really Live?

But Did I Really Live?

it took too long
to really see
time rushing
through the sieve
there but for
God’s grace
went me
but did I really live?

i vow to do much better
in the moments that remain
live with gratitude
on purpose
while here i still remain
yet somewhat sane
i’ll suck life’s marrow
so to speak
while my own joints
have less to give
they may grind and creak some
but did i really live?

encourage me to do it all
while i really can
we’ll have a ball
share every gift
forget and forgive
so we don’t wake up
toward the end
and ask the other,

did I really live?

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BrooksLooks @ A Poem for You

A Poem for You
Brooks Bradbury

arriving
in a digital dimension
neither of us
knowing the other
perhaps you wonder
what you’ll discover
me, i’m grateful for
your attention

for these simple
moments in time
as you consider
an unknown rhyme
for i, a bridge of poetry
to an unknown you
sweet and sublime
crossing over
with a human view

in time you find
what i’ve revealed
and what’s been hidden
long since steeled
a poet conveys
in obscure ways
perhaps in time
and clad in rhyme

if your uninspired eyes
glaze and shift
all i desired,
before you go,
is to share
with you
my simple gift

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BrooksLooks @ Appalachian Eyes

Cataloochee Valley

Cataloochee Valley

Appalachian Eyes

trails of tears
on native face
amid the beauty
of their home place

for what they’ve left
by force, deceived
Native souls
so long aggrieved

it’s over now
their joys unrightly mine
as i’ve come to know
native peace, in time

their spirits linger on here
i feel them all around
when it rains in Appalachia
Cherokee tears pour down

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BrooksLooks @ Common Thread

Common Thread

the greatest gen
came along, and next
begat the boomers
who begat gen x

gen x’ers begat gen y’ers
who in turn begat gen z
then alphas and betas
outlier mysteries to me

every gen thinks it’s better
and the next is never the same
gens never really see eye to eye
in life’s generational game

selfie sticks and sexting pics
and the like seem pretty lame
peace signs, beads and love-ins
were perhaps much the same

as long as we keep having new gens
there’s hope for our species ahead
the only common thread it seems
each gen has been good in bed

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BrooksLooks @ Marketing to Millennials

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

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Brooks Bradbury

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

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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

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BrooksLooks @ All That’s Left

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ALL THAT’S LEFT
Brooks Bradbury

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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