BrooksLooks @ Home is Where You Are


home was where my parents were
not exactly a home on the range
the range was where dinner was made
when eating out was rather strange

home since then has moved about
from dorm to apartment to room
it didn’t seem to matter back then
until life began to bloom

apartment life was a passing phase
before jobs and moving and ‘homes’
after those pesky ‘overdraft’ days
before mortgages, bills, and loans

a career would bring us hither and yon
to one house after another–oh my!
we lived in places we’d never dream up
a place or two we should have passed by…

years went by and Mother moved
retiring south for the winter
her home is in Carolina now
we are sadly seldom together

home passed long ago from mom to spouse
you know how wild life is
houses sometimes resembled homes
but home is where ever my wife is

our latest house is not quite home
but to me it’s crystal clear
my home is with you–it will always be so
whatever the place, whatever the year

time’s gone by and things sure change
never my place with you
now that we’ve lived on the open range
and eating out’s a lot less strange

my home is you

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BrooksLooks@ Crumbling


sermons unheard
the unspoken good word
a song unsung
lessons unlearned
in an inhospitable place
where manners don’t matter
to an inhuman race
cruelty seeps
onto the world’s bloody streets
gunfire and grief
beyond our belief
shots fired
our frayed nerves hot-wired
dignity’s bridges burned
simple kindness spurned
if civility is lost
was compassion the cost?
beneath uneasy skies
too many why’s
morality decried
a teacher defied
a pastor sighs
and the poet cries

© Copyright 2014 Brooks Bradbury | BROOKS LOOKS

BrooksLooks @ One Life

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One Life

there at the outset we’re missing the smarts

act less with our brains and more with our hearts

we don’t even know that we don’t even know

and the current of life continues to flow

carried along as the wild winds blow

are we only vigilant guardians of some fatal narrow view

who don’t even know that we haven’t a clue

and at the end of our live’s will we discover it’s true

that it was less about me and more about you

like bulls in life’s great china shop

always ready to fight

never know when to stop

oblivious to what’s right

addicted to the daily news

am I only the vigilant guardian of some narrow view

do I not even know that I haven’t a clue

at the end of my life will I discover it’s true

that it was less about me and more about you

are we leaping from one extreme to another

is our age nothing but over-reaction

padlocked ideas and polarized factions

narrowing views and distant blood brothers

and the fading age of our loving mothers

where are we as a nation, a city a town

as people and races

and parties astound

are we heading

toward consciousness

a new-age ethos to be

or are we only drifting about

in a wide open sea

will our species ever achieve

unconscious competence

will we truly believe

or will we squander our providence

lose the flight of the dove

with spirits diminished in the face of lost love

are you only the vigilant guardian of some narrow view

who doesn’t even know that you haven’t a clue

at the end of your life will you discover it’s true

that it was always less about you

you could have taken a wider view

it was always less about you

limited by your narrow view

© Copyright 2014 by Brooks Bradbury ǀ Brooks Looks

BrooksLooks @ Quasi Gray & Fuzzy

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life is quasi, gray, and fuzzy
while I hoped for more-finite
i’ve received my share of nebulous
in search of black and white
perhaps approximate and nearly
is all we really get
instead of crystal clearly
our conditions almost met
doesn’t mean we give up trying
when the brass ring comes around
but to have a taste of everything
makes for life lived quite profound
would rather have a full slice
than to never know life’s breadth
to know but a little strife
provides dimension, perception, and depth
i’m getting kind of greyish too
approaching life’s final slope
my days seem much more finite
as I’m learning how to cope
grey and dusky evenings
follow brilliant, hazy days
perhaps our palette’s full of color
and all that really matters
is how we spin our platter
and where we focus our life’s gaze

© 2014 Brooks Bradbury | Brooks Looks