Category Archives: Poetry

Poems by me and maybe others I know

Taking it how it comes…

Taking it how it comes…


I don’t know what it feels like to fly. I can only imagine.

I don’t know why these thoughts spark at times random.

To truly be free? Right here on earth?

Then I’ll testify that when fear is cast aside and self removed from worry,

that on my own strength I won’t make it.

That when I acknowledge The Maker. And place my dreams in the hand of He who can take them.

I mean, take me higher.

Than I could ever conceive. Then I don’t dream.


And know– that I know– that I know through God’s power.

Truth inspite of doubt.

Assurance of success at that which makes Him proud.

At that which shines His light

In the world.

Dissipates darkness and communes with spirit.

Better than flight.

This unnatural joy when I




Prayer of Submission

Prayer of Submission

Lord, please help me hold my tongue today

So I don’t say what I ought not say

God help me keep from rolling my neck

When I have mind to disrespect


Who even looks at me wrong

Since they don’t know what’s going on

In my life

It’s not all strife

And I know better than to say

All is lost when things don’t go my way

For you said bless instead of curse

And I knew a time when stuff was worse

But not now

I have breath left yet to sing

Even without a diamond ring

Even without a pot to pee

I can still bend my knee

And bow my head

To you God

It’s not too hard

Yet I fail to follow your request

I’d do my best but come up short by using some excuses

What would I do if it were you who decided to throw up deuces?

Stop breathing

Stop existing

Stop my scheming and resisting

I’d embrace my destiny

…So here I am now

Lord send me.


Once Upon A Time

Once Upon A Time

It was 18 years ago, today. I was 18 years old. I wish I could say I knew then that he was the one. But when he introduced himself I was smug. Trying to pretend that I was neither affected nor concerned and that I would remain indifferent if he sat beside me or if he moved past. As I already possessed the knowledge of good and evil; garnered by chance and bad choices. But he was cunning, witty, smart –handsome. He sat down and in a sing-song voice said, “Can I tell you that, I just love you.” I had sense enough to know that this was a line. It couldn’t have been reserved for me. But the moment he said it, his hand lighted, briefly upon my knee. He was sincere; his touch correct. I was undone. We shared a Physics class and had passed each other in places. But familiar, we were not. Not even to know one another’s names. But the two hearts knew all. It was confirmed as we watched the movie together; the movie that we had not planned to see. Gritty, complicated, intense emotion splayed on the screen. Love, hate, lust, happiness and grief. At some point I tried muffling the subconscious communications with the stranger by shifting and fidgeting in my seat. But the questions were already being asked, silently. Us? It was our own indecent proposal of sorts. But the two hearts didn’t care. They mingled and brushed against each other, kissing wildly, touching, conversing…wrapping fingers in hair. Do you really want that? Can we be that to each other? Even that? On this our first meeting there was no denying the fact. I knew him and he knew me. Forever.

©P.Brooks 9/3/2011

Maybe Baby

Maybe Baby

I am wondering if I’ll be a good poet if I’m transparent. The reason I ask is because I just want to say whatever I want to say. Must I be highly mysterious for your entertainment? What I’m really after is your reaction. I wanna know if you feel it like I do or if you don’t understand what I’m describing then I want to do it in a way that you can grasp it. I want to let you in on things. I want to let you know that the range of human emotion is deep and wide. Reaching depths and ranges that astonish and excite me. And maybe you too, if you know. Putting down these feelings is serious business. I rebuke what they say! I don’t have to hold it in and be unaffected. I can express it, and be unphased. I can be naked–plank on a page.

Splendid Gray

Splendid Gray

Flabby belly and spread out hips

Juicy bottom with dimpled cheeks

So this is me—


No faking?

No hiding?


All grown up in womanly glory

Scars and lines that tell a story

Mirror image not quite right

Nothing here looks too tight

And there were times I’d not believe

The aging body that I see

Belongs to me

To me…


No longer repulsed

I stop and…

Look at the Splendid Gray

Growing older everyday

And wiser (at times)

And happier (with life)

More beautiful and blessed



©P.Brooks 2010

On the fly

On the fly
Sunny Day
The sunshine is calling!
We’ve already been out today.
It’s time to fold laundry
But my children say let’s play!
They ate all their lunch.
That was something to see.
So I gave them each a treat:
Jolly Rancher jelly beans.
I stopped to check my email,
You know, since I work on the side.
But the sunshine is still calling.
Time to take a ride!
Maybe we’ll take the wagon out,
Or off to Walmart we’ll go.
I need some more flowers
To plant outside our door.
Nah, nah.  Wait a minute.
I know just what to do.
On a perfect day like this,
It’s bubbles for the crew!
We’ll wave those bubble wands
All over the backyard.
We’ll use up all the bubble juice
Oh the end will be so hard.
I’ll have to fight with super strength
As they kick and thrash about
I’ll sweat and scream and wrestle
To get them back inside the house.
And so you ask me, "Why?"
When I already know the deal.
Fun in the sun trumps hurt feelings,
And not much ice-cream won’t heal.Wink
©P.Brooks 4-10-2008

It is like this…

It is like this…

  Star Gazing


My celestial being:

Tis your shine that I adore.

You spin in perfect revolution;

To your depth, I owe the score.


Who could ponder in moons to come

Diamonds would capture my soul?


As they sparkle at me enchantedly,

I feel that I am whole.


More exotic the passion plays,

Decorous in your love song.

The melody orbits gracefully;

To you I belong.


Comets stream by with tails aglow.

Asteroids drift far away.

While we dance in iteration

Turning dark of night to day.


Just like rings be to Saturn,

Quite like Life be to Earth.

You are my Supernova!

To your children I am birth.


Deep in a galaxy so vast,

We never lose sight of the sun.

I bask inside your shadow;

Cast a silhouette of one.


Heaven rains meteors overhead:

A celebration of eternity.

As laughter breaks through black silence,

Traveling at warp speed.

We’ll coast for light years while we ride; 

Star-crossed lovers amidst the sky.

Destined to conquer all space together;


You and I.


P.Brooks©  1-9-1997/2-26-2008

Love Died

Love Died
He cut me deep.  I sat there holding the phone in silence.  I couldn’t speak. 
So I sat there, heart aching in my chest.  Slowly rocking back and forth, clutching myself. 
Contemplating —us.  
Four years, plus? 
I closed my eyes and laid down to die.
My love spoiled;
Made mockery of —unnwanted, unreturned.
"Did you hear what I said?" he asked. 
A turn of the dagger and then I came to:  Blood pouring out of my mouth—
"Yes. Yes," I spat, "And I hate you.
Come now and get your things."
Based on a real life episode.  Written for "lOVE dIED".  ©P.Brooks 01/25/08

When Two R In Love

When Two R In Love



Your love is like the Nile:

            Vastly flowing,


            into my soul.

            Inducing such a tepid touch from you so tender…

            Reaching me deep within and embracing me and

            Unveiling me.

            Liquefying my emotions.

            But you…

            Omniscient with manly sensuality, ripen me in ecstasy;

            I am yours– totally.

            Wholeheartedly, I enter into a realm of happiness and wonder once forsaken,

            Now rendering an appreciation for immannent patience.


OGR- March 1994

A Birthday Ode

A Birthday Ode
I wrote this one in September.  She’s very dear to me.  It ‘s like this…



She was tall and toned with thunderous thighs.

Eyes like the night — a curvy figure so tight.

Her hips swayed when she walked,

A Southern bell when she talked.

As long braids flowed, in her hand she did hold…

A peach.


Men were caught up by her mystical power,

Her ebony skin they wished to devour.

The women all whispered then scampered away

To eat some… potato chips.

So they could feel better or know how to deal

With her likeness.


It’s triteness to think.

But she never did blink,

On the way to take a drink

Of her water.

Thirty-one years and now at her best,

With a mean corporate career,

Putting all to the test.


She was blessed.


So bad to the bone, on the day she was born.

Who could she be?


She’s Kimberley.

To me.

Special Agent to some.

Daughter to the moon.

Sister to the sun.

There can be only one…