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 @ 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 @ 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
outliers a mystery 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

The American Dream
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

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

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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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BrooksLooks @ When Things Die

WHEN THINGS DIE
Brooks Bradbury

i’ve thought a lot about death of late
how life and lives are so finite
how 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 may soon come to an end?
what do i behold just this one time?
i cherish each one 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 (again)

INNKEEPERS
Brooks Bradbury

innkeepers are at their finest
even when there’s “no room at the inn”
they really are good people
with plenty of love within

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
do you think it could ever pay?

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

i can’t imagine life without them
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

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 of deer meat in th’ 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 land where 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

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BrooksLooks @ Religion Collision

RELIGION COLLISION

sparks commence
poor children cry
amid religion’s divisions
and people die

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

what if we gave
just a smidgen
invoking
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

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

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 all 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
along the way

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

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

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BrooksLooks @ Sanctuary

SANCTUARY

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 may never frame

Lord delivery me
from poems
(including my own)
that are lame

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