A Fighting Against Gale Enforced Winds
Oh no!
There has been an oversight.
A little loophole.
When applying the bricks,
To fortify contents inside the compound...
The blueprint we have 'just' been presented,
Indicates...
There was no cement mentioned,
To hold the bricks together.
In fact,
None had been used.
It's here in print.
How can the makers of the compound,
Skip over that?
How those bricks held together,
Is a mystery.
Therefore...
Those reported comments earlier stated,
About a fighting against gale enforced winds.
And people risking their lives,
To sandbag walls to prevent them from caving in...
Has to be re-written.
Or at least,
Retold!
And...
This is an opportunity to enhance the struggle,
Against the opposition.
And a prior status given...
To the ones declared as putting their lives on the line.
This time around,
We will announce they've been true heroes!
'How about...
A slinging of mud thrown viciously,
That disrupted into a fierce and brave retaliation? '
I love it.
Sounds good to me.
Release 'that' immediately.
Oh...
And add something about a dog.
Appearing from nowhere...
Wearing infrared goggles.
And somehow...
Managed to drag survivors to safety!
That should take the focus off of the cementless bricks.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Ten Thousand Poems
it is like a brick
just some bricks
day by day
and day by day
i lay those bricks
some on the brink
of breaking days
day by day
but know what
i do not get tired
laying those bricks
as always i think
of building
our future
cathedral.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Feeling A Red Brick Wall With My Soft White Hands
red bricks
walls
thick walls
seeing these walls
of red bricks
feeling the hardness
of each
with my soft hands
close my eyes
feel that
i am inside you
a wall
no i don't scream
i moan
and then i am silent
so tired and
asleep
dreaming of windows
red doors
golden locks
platinum keys
wings on my shoulder
feathers of birds
blue skies red suns
blue moons
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Bricks
When we were young,
we build our bricks
as solid as we can.
As one may crumble
we build another to replace,
and so it goes on,
until we are too old and tired
to build bricks anymore.
Then when they crumble,
our lives turn to dust,
ready to be blown away,
by the first strong wind,
to pass our way.
poem by David Harris
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Unfamiliar Knocking
Overnight a growth process does not begin,
To become uncontrollable.
A control loses its hold,
When people pretend...
The hearing of them is negatively mentioned.
And those unafraid to make bold sentiments,
Are ignored as being pessimist...
Who are nonconformists.
And overnight troubles are not planted to manifest.
It just seems that way,
To those bumping against them with their eyes closed.
Only to open them...
When unfamiliar knocking is heard,
On both the front and back doors.
And a peeking through them,
Doesn't prevent bricks being thrown through the windows.
'NEVER! ...
In my wildest hallucinating dreams,
Could I be convinced something like this...
Would remotely happen in 'this' part of town.
Since all of us HERE do our utmost best,
To protect those 'standards' we treasure and value.'
~Did you happen to get a glimpse,
Of who might have thrown those bricks? ~
'Yes.
Those adorable children living across the street.'
~And...
Just how old are these children?
Would you happen to know that? ~
'Of course.
One is 27 and the other 33.
I happen to know that because they still come over,
To play with my kids.
That's why I am at my wits end to comprehend,
Any of this.'
~And...ah...where are your...'kids'? ~
'You know...
My children are very civic minded.
They are out making deliveries,
To those poor and needy in the inner city.
They said they had packages to dropp off.
Usually they are back no later than 2am.
I am so very proud of their efforts.
And the tremendous chances they take,
For such a worthy cause.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bricks
Bricks have succumbed today from fright,
Loathing them shall pray and subdue,
Forming statements of devils and demons,
The killers of their souls are right.
May the bricklayers build houses
And mansions of the readings
And writings of the holiness
That stays and remains with politeness.
This day, we bespeak and beam on the crowd
Looking sideways and observing the material;
The gale winds rush forward with facial
Hurts, and facial works, and facial feelings.
I have bricks in my soul that shudders
From the weight attached to the words
Of this poem that is right like the words
Inside the house we have defined with closeness.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Hands-on Involvement
Can you comprehend any of this?
With bricks crumbling to the ground...
Many collective in voice,
Are finding others to blame around.
Even though those bricks,
Were by them picked apart...
With a consciousness insisted.
And the blamed is laid on those trying to fix...
What the lips of those wicked,
Lay to say...
To remove themselves from it.
In well attended campaigns!
Used to smother any remembrance...
Of the many seeing them,
With their 'hands-on' involvement!
Can you comprehend any of this?
With bricks crumbling to the ground...
Many collective in voice,
Are finding others to blame around.
And the confused are alarmed,
Like guinea pigs addicted to abuses inflicted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Composing is like driving down a foggy road toward a house. Slowly you see more details of the house-the color of the slates and bricks, the shape of the windows. The notes are the bricks and the mortar of the house.
quote by Benjamin Britten
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The House of Relationships
Oft the house of relationships is
Built on the land of selfishness,
It bricks are shrewdness
Plastered with cement of treacheries
Painted with color of pretensions,
The ceiling is foxy hypocrisy
And floor the opaque opportunism.
When the earthquake of
Difficulties strike that jinxed house,
The bricks of relationship falls apart
And all flee, not unlike the rats
that desert the sinking ship.
Then sisters sue sisters
And Kens attack Abels
Perhaps they are sworn
Enemies of past lives,
Who are born as
husbands, brothers and wives.
Was it in vain
cried the Christ bold
Man’s worst enemies would
Be in his own household.
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
05/08/2009
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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Another Brick In The Wall, Part 3
[Sound of many TV's coming on, all on different channels]
"The Bulls are already out there"
Pink: "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrgh!"
"This Roman Meal bakery thought you'd like to know."
I don't need no arms around me
And I dont need no drugs to calm me.
I have seen the writing on the wall.
Don't think I need anything at all.
No! Don't think I'll need anything at all.
All in all it was all just bricks in the wall.
All in all you were all just bricks in the wall.
song performed by by Pink Floyd
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My Home
My home
Where is my home
My home is not about
These walls of bricks
My home is not
A mansion full of riches
My home is not where
People of the same skin lives
But where i will find
Peace, love and harmony
Where i will find
A better destiny
Where do freedom lives
Here or there
Then that is my home
poem by Matt Ancient
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Another Bag Of Bricks
T'was in the early evenin'
Near the presence of the moon
You told me you would meet me here
Well now is not too soon
This dagger twisting in my back
Tells me I never should
Have trusted everything to fall
From beggar to fool
I see your face like every race
A serpent with two arms
Devouring me while rains the sun
With dreams in foreign lands
This cold dark tormented hell
Is all I'll ever know
So when you get to heaven
May the devil be the judge
With another bag of bricks
I scratch your name across these walls
And with my blood turns red
Then drips upon my killing floor
Where I now call my bed
No precious light to harbor
Like so many here before
Now breathes a thousand more
With another bag of bricks
Temper filled with blindness
Leads this lost and lonely man
Dragged around your whipping tree
A scourge you can't command
So deafen me with silence
Drown me with your roar
Scowl me with your hollow eyes
Still burnin' to the core
No door will go unanswerd
Like so many closed before
No vagabond to knock upon
This tired and beatin' war
When all return to exile
Free from all once bound
Decline and brawl old parasites
The truth will yet be found
With another bag of bricks
This cold dark tormented hell
Is all I'll ever know
So when you get to heaven
May the devil be the judge
With another bag of bricks
song performed by by Flogging Molly from Drunken Lullabies
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Needing Structure
A spackling 'now' used,
Will not disguise
The appearance of cracks.
Shouldn't a wall be erected...
Before this is applied to that?
I know the blueprint calls
For an action to take place.
But applying spackle to the bricks...
First
Seems too quick and such a waste.
And yet I understand,
When you say the patience you held
Has slipped from your hands.
But wouldn't it be wonderful...
If you and the rest,
Saw this as a team effort at its best.
And not as an individual quest in a contest?
Perhaps you will find...
That blueprint means more than a bunch of lines.
And minds working together,
Saves accusations traded.
To build upon a foundation claimed,
Needing structure and a purpose...
As well as a name to adorn the frame!
And this you say is a craft you crave?
Which part of it is understood?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Another Brick In The Wall, Part Iii
I dont need no walls around me.
And I dont need no drugs to calm me.
I have seen the writing on the wall.
Dont think I need any thing at all.
No. dont think I need anything at all.
All in all it was all just the bricks in the wall.
All in all it was all just the bricks in the wall.
song performed by by Pink Floyd
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Differentiate love
My love for you is built of passion
As the house is made of bricks.
A heap of passion is not love
As a pile of bricks is not a house.
Love is of lust;
Lust alone is not love.
20.08.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Just a little poem about a house
A house made out of glass and bricks
That has seen some tricks
A house that has been here for years
This house has witnessed some happiness and some tears
This is house used to be my home,
Used to call it my dome
Now it doesn’t exist anymore
Glass and bricks are swept to the floor
Memories of the past, weren’t meant to last
The only thing that still stands, is the drawing in your hands.
poem by Oopsie Woopsie
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A Letter To My Families.
It's compound though,
Irrespective of racism, tribalism and lots of culturistic value,
Indeed enormous in its adventurous reaction,
To see survival of the day.
It's compound though,
To have the time rolling and unstopped,
What exact is it by the watch,
The world wall clock as the case be?
What exact is it to the unborn ruled and its rulers?
It's compound though..
Happy is the reverences,
Happy is the life and lives,
A man, Woman or gods?
A spirit I owe.
It's compound though,
compound in depth of its unlimited,
Compound in depth of its wisdom,
Compound to celebrate its celebrities,
It's a start.
It's compound though,
To expose your world,
To expose my world,
To expose the world,
A start to many undivine,
A start to the unborn rulers,
It's compound though....
Avoid a kingdom's fight,
A letter to my families.
poem by Bunmi Orogun Samuel
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Knowledge defined
Knowledge is the one built
By thoughts of some others
As bricks and yours as cement.
02.03.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Templar Flame
So where were you when darkness came to life?
Inside a dream that controlled your inner plight
Take a look at me, you've ruined what we had
Inner visions, infrared, it drives me mad
Out of control
The system mounted on the wall
For every soul there's no way out
In this world where nothing lives
The walls are caving in, life's a sin
In this world we have to give
Before we all can see The Templar Flame
Do you believe surveillance is the cure?
The remedy for our insanity
Take a look around and tell me what you see
Souls walking planlessly like you and me
In infrared
Controlling what is left to see
Awake the dead, there's no way out
In this world where nothing lives
The walls are caving in, life's a sin
In this world we have to give
Before we all can see The Templar Flame
You see the words - Speak
In infrared - Speak
You see the words
Damn the machine - Speak
Speak of the flame.The Templar Flame
Oh, oh, oh
song performed by by Hammerfall
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I Spoke To Mondrian This Evening
I spoke to Modrian this evening
He'd just bought some Lego bricks
He really was excited
He'd found how business ticks
These paintings i've been doing
He said with a big smile
Are really not high art at all
But simply nice designs
I'm going to sue Lego
They've stolen my ideas
Then i'll set up my own business
Selling bricks and maybe wheels
I really am excited
I've ditched Theosophy
My art will live forever
And have real utility
I was so disappointed
That Mondrian had seen
Financial gain within his art work
Then i awoke as from a dream.
poem by David Keig
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A successful man is one who can lay a firm foundation with the bricks others have thrown at him.
quote by David Brinkley
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