My Divorce




We were sweethearts , for life

I did nothing without her

I called her Sugar, she called my Honey

She sweetened my life

I got a kick out of her

More than a good cigar

We were like man and wife

I was nothing without her


But she tired me out

She drained me

We’d have an exciting time

Then I would drop


Something was going wrong

I didn’t know what

She went sour on me

And she became too mch

She wanted more

Always more of me

And I of her

We craved each other


Then I started feeling ill

I was much too tired too often

I couldn’t keep up

Doctor said I needed pills

To cure these sickly ills


Get out from under that stress

He said

Get yourself some rest

He said

Dump the stress



And so the divorce,

Me and my Sweet Suger Baby

No longer sweeet, parted forever

So it’s goodbye to my ex: sugar.

— —

—  During my care giving days with my Ann’s Alzheimer’s battle, I frequently resorted to my vice:

Anything and everything sugar.

But the initial sugar shot benefit became a sugar crash low, and led me ever closer toward depression.

Nor did it do anything good for my waistline.

Now I have divorced my sugar cravings, and live on a more even keel.

Don’t forget, I was “Chasing a Butterfly.”


#alzheimer’s   #dementia

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Hey Folks – I’m Back!

Hey Folks - I'm Back!

From this…

Hey Folks – I’m Back

Black Bond Books here have just informed me that my book Chasing a Butterfly “was one of our top 3 selling poetry books of 2017!”
PS: I’ll be back soon. I have been tied up these past few months with finding a new place to live, then downsizing (Big Time!!!) from house to tiny apartment (with sloping, wavy floors – sit on my office chair at my desk and I get a ride down hill), sorting, packing, days of moving, and now living in a mess and trying to catch up on paying bills and all kinds of past, neglected business. 
It’s been such a moving experience. 🙁
Still, in the midst of it – I think it was while collecting the scattered photos when one of them triggered what I am pleased to call a thought – I stopped and scribbled the following in my pocket notebook. It was the first “creative” thought in many weeks. I reproduce it here pretty much the way I jotted it down.
A funny thing happened
on the way to my new abode
Sorting papers
Being tough – forcing myself – 
Me saying goodbye
Sorting, gathering
Box after box of photos
And I see her here
And suddenly I’m crying…
The more I get it together,
The more I fall apart!
How many goodbyes must one say?
Even after that final goodbye,
And that after all those long, long goodbyes –
That long series of goodbyes to the
Various personalities moulded by Alzheimer’s.
So it’s goodbye, my love,,,
But never, really,
I now go forward
With courage and expectancy
To new adventures…
Thank you, my love,
You moulded me well.
I shall do you proud.
— —
The more I get it togeter,
The more I fall apart!
ADD?? The blunt truth is that although pain of loss fades with time, grief can still strike at any time.
Love is deep.
To This:
Hey Folks-To This
Cheers, Friends.
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Upon Looking Back


Upon Looking Back

Upon Looking Back

Upon looking back
At the turmoil of my life,
I can see it all n ow,
What I couldn’t see then:
I did have the strength,
I did deal with everything.
I did grow stronger
In every way!

Oh, it took a while.
I stumbled here and there,
I even failed once or twice,
But overall, I think,
In looking back again,
I did all right.

The thing to do from now, of course,
Is forge ahead with will,
With purpose, determination.
And live life to the gill.

Hold no regrets, take no foolish bets,
And deal with everything one gets
Along the way; hold true to one’s belief;
Enjoy the moment. Don’t pass by too brief.

So, upon looking back upon my life,
I see that I have survived the strife,
And though there may be more of that to come,
In the end, I’ll add up a plus in life’s grand sum.

— –h w bryce

Image from Pixabay:

Chasing a Butterfly   



See you soon.


Thank you for this year.

See you on the other side, in my new abode.

#Alzheimer’s   #Dementia

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Dreams from a Painting


Dreams from a Painting


Dreams, dreams, day and night,
Can’t get that dream out of sight
Dollar bills, beauty house,
Fancy car, gorgeous spouse,
Picket fence, rose garden too,
Come on Fate, make dream come true.

Win, win, lottery win,
Give my life a lively spin;
Hope is where the future lives
Heart is the gift that gives.

But then at night, think it through,
What if life and I were through –
Couldn’t take it all along,
Things are here where they belong,
Maybe keys to Heaven are the keys to life
Odds and evens balance out, opportunities are rife.

Set for life a living dream,
Expenses are an endless stream…
Life must balance, I’ve found out,
So I kick that dream right out,
I’m living life as best I can,
With hope and heart, I kick the can.

Someone posted this attractive painting, perhaps her daydream, perhaps ours too.
But the tickets prompted this “sort of” philosophical stream of conscience.
Could that someone please contact me – either for credit, or to kill the illustration.
I like the painting for its evocative quality, its imagination, its color, and, yes, its composition.
Thank you.

Chasing a Butterfly: A great Christmas (realistic)  gift for the care giver in your family. Check it out at

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See you soon.


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Featuring at Poetic Justice

Featured - Me

Thanks Poetic Justice – Poetry New Westminster.

Here’s a wee sample:


The road was hard,
The battle bitter,
And though you proved indeed
To be a worthy foe,
Your cause was wrong,
Your tactics merely spite,
And she it was who fought
The better bitter fight.

So you may wrack her body,
But you can never take her soul,
For the “She” remains complete,
And you shall pay the toll.
For she’s the proven Victor,
And to the Victor comes the peace,
And she shall dance with angels,
And wear the golden fleece!
— —

Come and join Sylvia Taylor and me.

Here you will find some humour too.

Also, Sylvia is amazing.

You will find us at the Heritage Grill in New Westminster
447 Columbia Street
2:00 p.m.

Parking on the Parkade, off Fourth Street.

See ya there.

Hand waving Pixabay

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There is Hunger in the World


There is Hunger in the World

There is hunger in the world
To be loved
A hunger to be acknowledged
To belong
There is hunger in the world
For quiet
And a hunger everywhere
For peace

(Well, not everywhere, for there is still
not peace
There is still
Not love
There is an appetite in some hearts
For hate
A hunger to be acknowledged
As better than you
There is a hunger in the hearts of some
For civil disquiet)

Better to break bread together
Than to shout and fight
Better to aim higher
To shine brighter with love
Than to starve with hate

Oh, there is hunger in the mind
For saying
And hunger in the soul
For hearing
Hunger amongst the poor
Amidst the downtrodden
And the memory loss people
The cancer-ridden, the lost
And the stolen,
Hunger amidst all who wander
In the mind, in the land
There is seeking
Seeking food for the belly
Food for the mind
Food for the soul

There is craving in the world
Craving for understanding
There is searching for a voice
There is a reaching out
For a friendly hand
To shake

There is a hunger in the world
That is not being fed
Hear the cries of the hungry
For they are life
And life is precious
More precious than all the words can tell
There is a hunger
Hunger in the world

Break bread with the hungry
Feed the starving minds
Break with the hatred
We are all of a kind

Reach out – Reach out.

CREDIT: Pixabay

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State of Mind


State of Mind

State of Mind

Old age is just a state of mind
It is what you make of it
If along the way you can be kind
Then you’ll be fine at the end of it

Middle age is just a state of mind
A balance of work and rest
A chase not to be left behind
Or a chance to be your very best

Youth is a just state of mind
It’s either a waste or an epic blast
You can be the orange or you can be the rind
It all depends on how you let yourself be cast

And O! To be a babe again
To be loved for what I am
And not for what I could or should become
But just for being what I am

— —

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