Bricklayer Poems - Poems about Bricklayer

...Life Weary, So Hungry I Could Eat A Dry Bone Trekking through fire breathing desert, yes all alone Mouth full of sand, shattered heart so heavy too Life weary, so hungry I could eat a dry bone......Read the rest...

...Ben Jonson a bricklayer by trade poetics then came to his aid He loved the epigrammatic quatrain as they did not need to tax his brain......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...At every turn in time, I wish to live the best dream The best wish everyone could have That caress the precious grace per luck Which colors achievement And can be counted on as reinforcement cu......Read the rest...

...I, betray my soul, when I utter, no, When I feel, yes; and my ignorance show; To constant communication, within, Hummed by God, like the breeze blowing in...! My heart was like crystal: clear! ......Read the rest...

...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 S......Read the rest...

...They Said Don’t talk when big people are talking Leave their presence now, start walking Be a good boy don’t ever backchat Greet a big person, take off your hat You got bushman blood, hair’s......Read the rest...

...What will they do with Grandma? What will they do with Grandma, now that she is old? No longer able to fend for herself, by her home-help they've been told She's always been there for her childr......Read the rest...

...In the late 1970s I was a bricklayer, and for about half a year we worked in a new housing allotment along a state highway in Ohio. There were towns in the area, and a small city about 10 miles away......Read the rest...

...He was told he was gifted at an age of ten, Gifted in every subject that he had. His mum said he would become a prodigy, He would be an intellectual nomad. Shifted to the next year group sitt......Read the rest...

...I once dated a chef … I was worried about getting a bun in the oven But when I saw him mincing across the kitchen I knew I wouldn’t be getting my fingers burned! I once dated a fire......Read the rest...

...so blank after the exit so pale after the discoloring incident i am a blue bricklayer in a red town world my heart has callouses my mind has splinters so drained following the reentry the figh......Read the rest...

...I once knew a bricklayer named Bruno And a lunatic known as Joan, A Buddhist some called Judas And a policeman who was always stoned. Now Bruno wasn’t brilliant But he sure could build a wa......Read the rest...

...Olive Frazier 1854 – 1895 To my many august friends, Mere survivors under this hungry consuming California sky. Before you can reach high to the stars, my friends, Both feet must firmly be s......Read the rest...

...Words are the tools of my trade a carpenter choses to use wood with which great things he makes my choice will always be words Just like an artist, a picture I make instead of using paint, just like......Read the rest...