Category Archives: Poem

Tempest in a Teapot

  TEMPEST IN A TEAPOT H. W. Bryce A disagreement is a tempest in a teapot A fight, a murder, is a storm An argument over little things is but a high wind Blowing and can be measured as a … Continue reading

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Hearts and Flowers

Hearts and Flowers My Memorial Day Hangover Every day is Memory Day Do not walk away from the cenotaph and forget your duty until next year. The struggle for peace, worldwide, local, person to person and in your heart, Is … Continue reading

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AN IMMIGRANT COMES Think of it as a sports team, manager Brings in new blood to bolster the strength of The team. New blood to contribute to the Success of the team. And let all present Fight that much harder … Continue reading

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  WRITING IS AN ADDICTION   You say you are a writer. Tell me Why do you write? And What is writing?   Good question. I will tell you what I think.   I write because I must. It’s compelling. … Continue reading

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  RATS AND SNAKES AND BATS H. W. Bryce   Rats and snakes and bats None of them wears hats Never trust a beast That doesn’t wears a hats It could be that he is bats!   They all comes … Continue reading

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  ORANGE PUMPKINS, ORANGE SKY H. W. Bryce   Orange pumpkins, orange skies, Canadian Geese flying by, Witches and goblins dancing ’round, Little kids laughing, joyous bound To a Hallowe’en party Hallowe’en night, Adults reliving the fun again, Remembering always … Continue reading

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  LIFE IS AN OPEN VERSE H. W. BRYCE   Life is an open verse, Often undisciplined                rugged and rough /with broken lines, unlike its synonyms, Frequently enjambed.   With calms between the storms, With reasons, maybe rhymes, … Continue reading

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