Best Brick Poems

I remember living quietly inside these red brick walls,
a soul, wandering alone through those dark, empty halls,
this is the place where I used to rest my weary head,
now you, another poetic heart, are dreaming here instead.

I was just a poet, a soul like you, so...

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Mighty proud was I
with me lumber in one hand
my brick me carried in the other
I placed the brick in the barn yard
tall side for gained height
balanced the lumber board on top 
I am silent and of Scottish temperament

You see folks
my feathered pet cock
was cock a...

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These red brick walls have stood for nearly 100 years,
they have seen and absorbed happiness and tears,
if these walls could talk, just imagine what they could say,
a lifetime of cherished memories have not faded away.

I wonder, if 100 years from now, will I still be...

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(A call for the lights to dim as a single spotlight illuminates the legend Judy Garland, who is center stage. She wears a faded housecoat as her beautiful, brandy brown eyes hold a lifetime of stories. She speaks directly to the audience, her voice a...

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It must have felt like love at first,
The clinging of the ivy vines,
Until his rich red heart had burst.

Her tendrils slaked an ancient thirst,
The tender touch for which he pined.
It must have felt like love at first.

Too guileless to suspect the worst,
She speared him with...

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graffiti stares
and retro drips
beneath the 
shoreditch sky

like those who watch
 - between their sips
the world and
us go by....

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Loyalty
is love
brick by brick
in every instant
but is only admiration
as a tower
to the distant.

April 20, 2016
for Loyalty Contest...

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One by one through the years 
A wall was built with pain and fears
Brick by brick it was laid
On solid ground where it stayed
I tried to listen as you spoke to me 
Words of wisdom and prophecy
Yet, I could not hear through the wall 
Built...

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" (Two roads) diverged in a yellow wood and I choose the

            the one less traveled by and that has made 

            ...

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This poem was originally written in 2012 and now I have a special couple to dedicate it to: George & Dolores Reyna.  They are the perfect retired couple who brightens their own path, no matter what gloom may be around. They are following the...

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line against the wall
fat birds too wrung out to drive
later, rooms' sweet ease...

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My dad is a brick mason and so were my 2 grandfathers so it’s easy to say I would 
know a thing or two about laying brick. It has surely come in handy a few times in 
my life and each time I’ve had to...

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"All animals are equal. But some animals are more equal than others."
—George Orwell

A dozen of chickens and a number of horses, a cat and a raven, a few cows and other hoofed ones—all of which are perfectly silent.  Poor wolfie. He can't even find...

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Thick as a brick.

 Misunderstood. 

Alas a teenage daughter 
Got in the family way, 
Such they are the times 
What more can you say. 

It was getting near her time 
But still she wanted out, 
To the pub or just the pictures 
She didn"t mind...

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Graffiti          fades          from          the          wall,
    ...

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