Long Brickwork Poems

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...

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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...

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I’ve spent a lifetime; looking down this same old road
And; all the memories that, upon me it has bestowed

I watched the children play and grow, as some stayed
There were others; who left, married, some led...

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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 gloss. 
The...

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Vultures swooped at fast
evading carrion;
Vespa hornet squadron buzzed;
Paparazzi psychology, ruthless
across screaming Macadam black
as the blackest slabs of night.

Sheet lightning born of
flashbulbs popping;
illuminated faces strobed
under toughened glass;
wide eyes, teeth gritted,
urging crazy dizzy velocity;
all the riches and...

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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 background a dazzling yellow...

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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
Was I shot by...

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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

memories from summer...

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That day
Concrete skies
Sang siren harmony
The metal spear upsurge pierced the clouds
That rain with crimson dust
Down poured catastrophe,
Fire charred the steel and brickwork graves
In their unfeasibly twisted sprawl.

And those people,
Their flesh
Rag doll ripped
In splayed defile of...

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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 now
with all arrived before you
prepared to grace Earth’s healthy breathing space
and...

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On a path laid as a snake,
Trodden down a winding wake,
Curls and slithers into night,
To thrones of ever-dimming light;
I hold still and gripped with feeling
In a mist that wraps concealing,
And I glimpse her flicker by
From...

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Dustbowl sentiments profusely bleed the cherry fossil eyes 
Into cataracts of scarlet, fused with empty alibis, 
Spitting feathers from the lips quivered cancerous with pain, 
Clouded visions of your body, yet forever they remain. 
Walking...

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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 breath!
That tasting...

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SCENES OF A CARELESS BOYHOOD

The sound of water,escaping dams
willows,old rotten planks,slimy
posts,brickwork,old timber props
wet ditches,sedges and silvery nets
towpaths without gates,horses that
tow barges collared with crimson fringe.

Wheat and thatched cottages and cornstacks
grasses in flower,bogrush bulrush and
teazle,so tall.Bindweed,wild...

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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
they tore down the tottered house
tar...

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Belonging in the midst of mayhem,
Once a comfortable place to be,
Standing at the edge of the world,
Staring at the stormy sea;
Falling for a love thought eternal,
Spinning like a leaf in a stream,
Adrift in a turbulent...

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Should you venture home, now,
And see the cobbles gone,
Hear the rattle on steel shutters
As the rain falls on and on,
You might as well be leaving
Just the way that you arrived,
For there’s nothing for you here,...

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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 sticks,
Those with crook hips,
Those with worn shoe soles,
Not...

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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 off the brickwork
Roosting birds...

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NEW LAIR

Lestat walked down the street muttering to himself, 
eying the tide mark faintly etched on the brickwork 
of his once glorious house. 
Damn! Katrina really did her job well swamping 
my food source. No...

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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 brickwork would be red
My front door...

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The air outside, an invisible blanket of ice 
that lays against the skin with hidden pins. 
That momentary shock as face collides with glass 
and paralysis for a moment grabs your limbs. 
When looking out...

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When I’m smoking outside bars
And the ash falls in the rain,
The alloy wheels of passing cars
Spin blurring down the lane;
It takes no sense of reason,
Still the gutters murmur tales,
Cartons greased of gastric treason
Make their happy...

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