Maybe Tomorrow

Posted on June 1, 2020 by admin

 

MAYBE TOMORROW

H. W. Bryce

Maybe tomorrow, things will be all right,
Maybe tomorrow my sun will be bright,
Maybe tomorrow will shine upon me
And sorrow, sad sorrow, will set     me     free.

I will remember the way that things were,
The good times, the glad times,
The times when we laughed,
And the bad times will fade like a hazy old blur.

I want to forget all the pain of today,
It’s no good now the way that things are,
I want to be far, oh so far from the here,
I want the pain to be gone and some bliss here to stay.

Maybe tomorrow we’ll find Paradise,
Maybe tomorrow we’ll live out our dream
And life will become all peaches and cream,
And peace will come with the toss of the dice.

Maybe tomorrow, all things will be all right.
Maybe tomorrow my sun will be bright,
Maybe tomorrow will shine upon me,
And sorrow, sad sorrow, will set     me     free.

—

From my blog Jan 29, 2016

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Call of the Loon

Posted on May 31, 2020 by admin

 

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THE CALL OF THE LOON

 H. W. Bryce

 

The sandy shore, quiet azure sky,

The luxury of the northern forest,

The quiet breathing of contentment,

And I hear the call of the loon.

 

Haunting, calling, all is right in my world.

And as I lay in my sleeping bag, I look

Up and see a star through a pinhole

In the canvas. I am one with Nature.

 

I try to stay awake, just to hear that

Longing wail, the call of the loon,

The last thing I hear as darkness

Paints over the stunning scenery.

 

But the song of the loon stays in my

Brain as I rise with the sun, glorious

Morning, freshest air in the world,

Loon Lake, childhood holiday.

 

I launch my canoe and paddle in the

Hush of the dawn, for the sheer joy

Of it, feeling the stretch of my muscles,

The loosening of the city tensions

 

And the loon swims out with her babies

And yodels that everlasting melody

Her chicks paddling along behind her,

The smallest on her back. I am mesmerized.

 

The loon calls, the wolf responds, yodel

And howl, Nature is alive and well, and

So am I, here in Nature’s bed.

 

And I pack up my gear and take these

Haunting sounds back to the city with

Me, to nourish me midst the hustle and

Bustle of the white noise of city life.

 

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Watching Shadows

Posted on May 18, 2020 by admin

 

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WATCHING SHADOW

H. W. Bryce

Watching shadows on the move,

Moving, slowly moving. Waiting, waiting

For that perfect moment…

Then the shadow of the fence post

Slides silently into the crack between

The tiles, and in perfect synchronicity

Points directly, yes, perfectly from East

To exact West…

 

And in that perfect moment, no Covid

Death occurred, no people were shot to death

Anywhere in the world, a baby was born,

A mother cried with joy, a politician told

The truth, a lawyer waived his fees.

Two lovers locked their lips, and the

Whole world paused, expanded with

A sigh, and demonstrated that Earth was

Working as it should and gave thanks

That people were behaving as they

Ought, doing what is good to do. And

Children continued to dream…

 

I take a deep breath as the shadow

Slowly climbs back out of the crack

Between the tiles and the sun

Continues to shine along its journey

And the planets and comets and all of

Space resumes its quantum math and

All is right in the cosmos, too.

 

And the light stays on (in the crack)

Shedding “light” that people don’t see…

 

For in that one perfect moment

The world was reset.

 

Perhaps the children will read the sign.

Perhaps the children will grow complete.

Perhaps the children will throw some

Light into the cracks of life. Perhaps the

Children will see the black on black

That is nigh on impossible to see…

Perhaps the children will enlighten us.

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Silent Are the Streets

Posted on May 13, 2020 by admin

 

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SILENT ARE THE STREETS

Published in Inner Child Anthology Submitted Apr 16, 2020

Blogged May 11, 2020

 

H. W. Bryce

 

Silent are the streets

While pestilence rides

Upon his sturdy steed,

People huddled in their homes,

Imprisoned by a microbe, the tiniest,

Most powerful of enemies, sneaky,

Deadly.

 

The people remember the fright and the plight

Of the people in the War of the Worlds.

 

But while people may find hope

In the fact that the Martian intruders

Were brought down by a microbe,

Today a microbe is taking down our people,

In our beloved world. Fear is a deadly weapon.

 

Since then, the people have studied Mars

And found it perfectly safe, in space.

 

Those microbes have taught us how to

Fight. And while we were taken by surprise,

We will win this war. And like any war, we

will suffer losses and we will bury our dead.

 

We have learned much from that Martian Landing.

We can turn the microbe upon itself.

 

Klaatu will be pleased.

Perhaps he will allow Gort to unleash

His destructive powers upon our

Invading killer microbes. Just to

Cinch the deal and release our people.

People are dying to be released.

 

And out of chaos, we shall arise, not only in hope

But in positive action, as collectively we rise.

To salvage the day, and from thence, we

Shall, triumphantly, with humility and properly

Chastised, live life better. Together. All.

Together.

We shall be led with better thoughts

To better deeds, to gather once again,

For we shall have learned to listen to:

THE WHISPER OF OUR SOULS.

We have learned to speak microbe.

We have learned to connect, while being driven

Apart like salt and pepper in vinegar. No darn

Microbe, virus or bacteria will ever drive us

Into our own separate compartments to live.

We are stronger than that.

We shall take back our silent streets.

 

 

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Through My Window Pane

Posted on May 4, 2020 by admin

 

Through My Window Pane

THROUGH MY WINDOW PANE

H. W. Bryce

I see you through my window pane,

I feel the pain I see there in your eyes,

I feel your thoughts, your empty arms,

I miss your charms, I know your pain;

 

Your pain is my pain, your heartache mine,

We can gaze into each other’s eyes,

We can touch each other hand to hand,

But only through my window pane.

 

How cruel life has now become

To force us to our sep’rate worlds,

But though together now in sep’rate rooms,

Our spirits and our love still live as one.

 

When the raindrops play upon my window pane,

I see your shadow just as plain as plain.

I hear your voice, it’s dancing on the glass.

Rain paints your hand upon my window pane.

 

I fall into my bed, my head upon my pillow,

I hug myself in lieu of you and dream my dreams,

I feel your solitude, I see your longing eyes…

But I won’t break, I will bend just like the willow.

 

I see you through my window pane,

We can gaze into each other’s eyes,

We can touch each other hand to hand,

But only through my window pane.

—

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Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay

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Funeral Service

Posted on April 27, 2020 by admin

 

Funeral Service

FUNERAL NOTICE

 

H. W. Bryce

 

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here this day,

We few of our company who remain, to celebrate

the death of one among us, one who touched each

and every one of us. Deeply.

 

You made such an impression. And what an

impression you made. You were that impressive.

Larger than life. Memorable. You made a huge

dent in all of our Lives. We had but to admire you,

in spite of your quirky ways.

 

Some joke.

To be honest, you were such a life force that

We preferred to admire you from afar. You over-

stayed your welcome, like the Man Who Came

to Dinner.

 

Dear unwelcome guest, we are so very happy,

Nay, elated, to send you off to an ignoble

Eternity of hell and brimfire.

 

Never have so many been so jollified

To see the back of you, you pig,

and apologies to the pig.

 

You crashed our party, you took our mommies and daddies,

You hurt/killed our grannies and grandydads.

You were rude and cruel, behaved real bad,

Like a drunkard on a rampage in a rage. You were

Dressed to kill, and you killed. Unpardonable.

 

Your legacy is that of a plague – suffering and

Hatred and loss. You left devastation behind.

Your shame.

 

But,

never has our collective company been

So happy to note that our legacy is one of respect,

Respect for each other, love of family, kindness

And cleanliness. We hope (and pray) that you

Suffer immensely ad infinitum.

Eat yourself Covid 19. Goodbye.

 

There is no forgiveness for such wanton destruction.

But, though you have won a battle, you have lost your war.

 

And thus, on this day,

We mark victory over virus.

VV Day.

Long live Mankind.

Man.

Kind.

We stand proud.

 

Image by Andrew Martin from Pixabay

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O Keeper of Souls

Posted on April 24, 2020 by admin

 

Keeper of Souls

KEEPER OF SOULS

 

H. W. Bryce

 

To all we have lost to Covid 19

O mighty Keeper of Souls,

Please keep the soul of my (Annie).*

Please tend it in your Garden of Grace.

Let it blossom, help it to blossom

To its most glorious state.

O Keeper of Souls, please take care of my mate.

 

Now as she crosses that great final divide,

Now as she walks through the clouds,

Now in the sunshine and into your arms,

Please take care of her soul and love her aloud.

 

She lived her life the best way she could,

She was a giver, she gave nothing but good,

If I could be like her, you bet that I would.

Keeper of Souls, please love her as only I could.

 

In your Garden of Grace so full of love,

Let her abide in the peace of your bower.

Make her a star. She was the mirror of my soul.

Crown her a member of your bouquet of love.

 

O mighty Keeper of Souls,

Grant me my prayer,

Grant my love, my dear Annie,

A place in your garden. Allow her the peace

That she so bountifully deserves.

Let her soul sing up there with the angels

In your Garden of Souls.

 

 

I send you my condolences. Hugs.

 

* NOTE;

You can substitute the name or relationship of

Your lost one in place of Annie in the first and last stanzas. Also for ‘mate’ in the last line of the first stanza.

Annie is a stand-in place holder for you. Ann was my wife, whom I lost to Alzheimer’s in 2016.

 

 

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