Best Bricklayer Poems

Third day on her honeymoon
Sharon asks Butch what it's like 
for a man before he gets married.

A bricklayer by trade, 
and a man of few words,
Butch doesn’t know what to say 

but he knows Sharon has always 
liked to go bowling; in fact, 
that’s how...

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Daily toil is yours

Bricks all laid in perfect form

Art from skilful hands





For my talented husband
have read a few great senryu today  and thought I'd try one....

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My friend was a stone Mason
built houses made of words
usually rhyming, I suppose,
but that really matters not-
the message is the essence,
the reason...we build
our worlds the way we wish
our buildings of words 
are strong willed....

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His wheelbarrow wobbled 
Across the broken sidewalk 
Toward the job site 
Where the work was

Some girls in yellow taxis rode by and whistled at his tanned arms. 

His brown boots got chalked 
as he scuttled and scooted 
The heavy load
And he thought about her 
Again

He...

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Bricklayer
 No crime in hard work.
 I earned it.
 Always worth it.
 I’m a bricklayer.
 Stack the weights.
 Never show up late.
 Put on the music.
 Get to work.
 Don’t put down the weights.
 Feed the machine.
 How bad do you want it?
 No going...

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