Brickwork Poems - Poems about Brickwork

Winter Jasmine

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Harbinger of Spring

A perfect beauty, lover of sunshine
Casting her brilliance, a warm golden glow
Pride of my patch Winter Jasmine sublime
Drawing the eye with her fantastic sh...

shabby chic doorway

...the found map led me to an
asymmetrical doorway, created by an artesian
I wondered at the builder as I approached
the boards were placed diagonally
skillset many carpenters have not mastered
I k...

A Stroll with Paul Klee

...To pick up a line and take it for a stroll.
The essential is within, the mystics say,
but equally important is the outside:
a stunning summer sky, two wind-whipped clouds,
in the intense green ba...

As Fames Are Found To Fade

...I
Proudest of graves as get grey mass of moss, 
Where goats greedily browse young sprouts still green, 
The graves as get grey that had grandeur seen, 
Tallest of fames fade fainter with dull glo...

If I Was a House

...If I was a house I’d be detached
Secure in my walls, untouched
My roof angled against the rain
My windows, tightly shut, secure
My front garden neat, the back
Garden uncut, scruffy, untidy
My b...

Photosynthesis

...the still life paints in water colour as moments dissect the day

an autumn leave falls quietly in tangible peace of the quiet soul

a tranquil hand brushes a humble canvass serene and at peace
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Whodunnit

...It is a whodunnit 
This Is a mystery
The question is
Who killed me?

Was it my brother
My sister or my mother?
Was it my dear father,
Was I smothered by their love
Or stabbed by their rules
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A Man Was Made To Work

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I have spent a lifetime looking down this same old road
With all the memories that it upon me, it has bestowed

I've watched as children play, and grow as some stayed
There were others who left...

A Curse On Your Bricks

...I have nothing against bricks,
Until you use them in place of concrete and asphalt,
Then the cursing begins.

What have councils and governments got against,
Those with rubber tipped walking sti...

I, Lazarus

...I, Lazarus*, have seen the brickwork sky,
Its throne is made of night!
Its salt and lime are drying to the eye,
My wandering… 
a sound! a rumble, and a flash of light!

HHHHHHH! How sweet first...

The Love of Tiamat

...behold now everything on this earth;
    the fields with abundance of grain,
    palm-grove harvests rich and fruitful,
    the forests that separate kingdoms and the fires that scorch them;
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Night Mover

...Freight trains thunder through the empty station
Hauling a load to a far off destination
Unseen by many an eye, it speeds on it’s way
  Making a noisy and smoky proclamation

Sounds resonating o...

Ode To a Plow Driver

...My head rested on my arms atop the wooden ledge.
A basement window I peered through covered with packed snow.
My mind wandered to the fridge where a carton of milk
     Sat empty on the door insid...

To My Never Was

...travelling to my never was,
my yearly time in the yard
spring time back to cold Ohio
gripped in nonsense and melancholy
I travel to old town
misted by the cuyahoga
surprised yet not I find
the...

Postvictorian Cathedral

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All ye who enter here
despairing statues of salted liberty,
merging solidarity with Earth’s poor hunger
to range free falling Victorian bricks
and mal-bourne sticks
to land here with n...

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