Short Bricked Poems

falling four days
sideways 
the crux of capitalism
crushing financial happiness
into a credit card cube
panicked children chained in debt
to failing governments and corruption 
walking green bricked roads
from Wonderland into the abyss...

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Ivy vines made a slow lazy crawl
up the side of the red bricked walls
competing with resilient cobwebs
their pretty ascent protected by spiders

Ivy’s shiny verdant points impressively sharp
making a soundless but dynamic impact
the contrast reminding spectators of holidays
all colleges need a building like this one...

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Happiness inside the box of our lives
secure in our own realities
foolish are we
for our walls are 
imaginary.

Inside the box of our lives
bricked in by our own constraints
foolish are we
for all walls are
imaginary

The box of our lives
may the walls all fall
like the famous walls of Jericho
free are we
of our lives
let us be
free...

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I am a misprint,
Ink blot on love,
I remain a maybe
Longing for fact,
No speck of lint,
A hand in glove.
Thunder; a baby
Will only react

When you etch
Parallel clouds,
Whistling on cue
To a dead town.
Dream a sketch
Of silent crowds
Becoming you,
This boiling crown

Chews thought
Into flagellation.
Holes in the walls
To spy through,
Seeking a sort
Of bricked-up sun.
A heaven of halls,
All leaving you....

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Mary`s little house; no shed of prayer,
But a doll`s church with a small roof aped
                        and bricked as a church

Somewhere in nowhere; ready for the corn
and heavy nailed boots that bend in prayer;
                        iron and thick black paint,

Only the flowers in the jam jar are wilted,
The chapel is older than the crop`s hope,
                        new as the day is older....

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Taxis and bikes and more, in traffic they pause.
dusty passages heated by warm sun light.
On them, passengers stroll, no hurry they cause. 
(Well, at certain times causing hurry, they might.)
Kids, youth, elders stroll, when troubled minds yell hoarse.
tropical aroma run through, day and night.
Though noisy, hard and annoying to the brink,
Life here in city isn't bad as you think.


02/01/2019
*not for the contest...

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Sometimes I cry
and I don't know what for
every step we have taken in life
has taken us to different worlds
now you are an ally
to those to whom you were a foe
and you are using dirty traps
to win a dirty war...

But I won't play this game
you can take it call
I won't even try
to keep what I never got
the battle was uneven
I stood no chance at all
we are now on different sides
of a tall bricked wall.

Jessica...

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haiku stanzas

Barron Trump will be
attending virtual school soon
- his Mom is careful

Should you send your kids
to dance on the battlefield
careful mothers?

Take you one last look 
at faith in your kids eyes
- teach them their real worth.

What is the story
they will tell their kids - if you
push them out the door?

Those small trusting faces.
Cemetery roads are bricked
with silly gambles....

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My mind becomes her
My heart is bricked up by plague
My eyes return there
The things I saw are far too vague

My lies will bring her
My lust will burn the pain
My eyes will still stare
The things I need must carry rain

My soul becomes her
My dreams will call her name
My fear will not care
Once I can admit fate is to blame

I dance in starlight
The fire around me turns the page
I breathe for death’s night
My desires are free from their cage...

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