She is a brick house
She is very beautiful
Her name is Scarlet
The wall always wins
Between bricks we will falter
Let us build a bridge
Stacking bricks for fun
Brick after brick after brick
Pallet by pallet
It's summer and
the grapes are still unripe.
Which stone inscription of history
shows my presence
in the scene of an eternal life?
I am a raw brick
unbreakable
Shabnam Shirvani
a bowl of paint,
distorted presented
stirred with a spoon
a mountain of dust
sprinkled and cured
placed in an oven fire
color added red
this is the stone placement of a
---brick
22/24/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©
Brick Lane
We used to walk down Brick Lane,
hand in hand,
Where verses rose like smoke
across the land.
In Bangla Town,
the poets found their place,
A lane once lit with culture,
soul, and grace.
We shared warm tea
beneath the twilight skies,
Where rhymes would bloom
and truth would not disguise.
Now flashing signs
and crowded plates remain,
And poetry is drowned
in glass and gain.
The voices fade,
yet still I hear them call,
From walls once dressed in dreams
and muraled sprawl.
Brick Lane still stands,
though not the lane we knew,
Its heart now sold,
its soul has bade adieu.
Pretty brick-a-brack on the old shack
across the porch all the way to the back
delighting Zack who has a design knack
next to the door was a fire place plaque
I looks like rickrack said my cousin Mack
There was no slack, or any décor lack
The fine snack served seemed a bit out of whack
I kept one of these chocolate cakes in my knapsack
My house is a living organism, with wooden veins and brick hearts that breathe stories,
The cracks in the walls are lifelines, maps of hidden worlds,
The white ceiling is my inner sky, where clouds of thoughts float in silence,
The white paint is a canvas where memories dance in unseen colors,
The dust in the corner is the sand of time, gently settling over moments past,
Wooden doors are gateways to parallel universes, where past and present intertwine,
When I am alone, the house sings me a cosmic lullaby, a symphony of silence,
And my wounds are embraced by the walls that have seen all seasons of my soul,
At dusk, shadows dance like ancient spirits, holding forgotten light in their palms,
The walls gather around me, like an embrace of eternity,
And they tell of buried laughter and tears dried by time,
In this shelter, more than walls, there is a heart that pulses with the beats of my life,
Now, in this living sanctuary, I find an ancestral peace,
My house is a universe in miniature, a poem with walls and windows,
Every crack and sound become words in an unseen journal,
And I, a traveler among dreams and memories, find my roots here, in the depths of my being.
Brick Wall
Have you ever talked to a brick wall?
Someone’s always headed for the fall.
They never listen to advice.
They argue with the old all the time.
They're always in denial standing in quicksand.
Never open minded but sad.
Always going in circles.
Arrogant and not humble.
The young vs the old.
There is so much they don’t even know.
I’m exhausted today and tomorrow.
Just get your head out of your ass because I said so.
Life is too short to face a hard road.
You can’t go back after the deed is done.
Sink into disbelief.
Kids can call the cops on their own parents you see.
They never pay attention.
Countless times they don’t even listen.
All the words I've said were a waste of time.
Honesty is brutal, so don’t cry.
Focus on what is right.
Don’t be misled by a stranger in the night.
Stand up and trust no one.
Being a grown up is not all that fun.
You don’t have to apologize.
One day you’ll come back and say the old man was right.
I was worried they’d paint the house brown
Or red or green or blue.
I couldn’t even imagine
They’d turn it into something new
Now they’re ripping up the floorboards
Like your absence tore my heart.
It’s as though every nail they place
Tears us further apart.
300 miles plus an extra six feet,
3.5 hours turned into four.
But we never make the drive
Because there’s no home for us anymore.
The earth didn’t stop spinning
When your heart ceased to beat
But for me, my world was shattered
So I’ll never drive down that street.
I don’t want to see what’s changed,
Or the house that’s been reformed.
All i want is to go back
To the way it was before.
Brick Dust
Brick dust tastes
better than
salt.
Following the yellow brick road is the only
A way for me to go
I will take it slow to watch the show
I don't know if this road has a lot of curves
And just getting there is my only concern
Deep down I feel very nervous
Because I don't know
What is my purpose
This is God's road
And the road only goes one way
But deep down I know everything will be okay
With each mile I travel I'm getting closer to Heaven
But I still have a lot of questions
I know my heart and soul are with me, God
And if I'm in trouble
My God is with me and will respond
Just remember the yellow brick road
Is ahead of us
And it is a road we can truly trust
Big yellow buses, on days when it rains,
Olympus for chips, then waiting for trains,
Long summer evenings, with walks in the park,
Town Hall, tall chimneys, a Jack Russell’s bark,
Open front doors, red brick, cobblestone,
Nice to be back, always glad to be home.
I’m a brick and oh so lonely,
sitting here a hundred years.
Dry as dirt…oh if only
I could shed a single tear.
Here’s my story, forty stories,
up way high above the ground.
To the left and to the right,
looking up or looking down,
all the bricks are just like me,
an ocean of monotony.
Yes, we share, but we don’t talk
about the life here on our block.
Two years past, I fell from this wall,
and preyed someone would miss me.
But whether below,
or returned- way up here,
I knew no one would kiss me.
Birds above are everywhere,
people below hold hands and walk.
My life though,
all take for granted, sitting here
day after day.
If my life was more enchanted,
I’d gladly be a brick who’d say:
“I’m a brick, a happy brick,
happy to be where I stay.”
If I were to take a sledgehammer
Grip it tender but tight
So its iron skull may send
A scathing speech to your sternum
Would bricks take flight,
Or are you truly that dense?
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