Or Am I Just Losing My Mind?

Posted on February 10, 2020 by admin

 

Or am I just losing my mind?

OR AM I JUST LOSING MY MIND?

Blogged Feb 3, 2020

H. W. Bryce

 

I have only two blogs

Yet my POST blog keeps showing up

On my BLOG blog. What is happening

To my mind? Where does it go on

POST day? What was it thinking?

Or was it not thinking? Was it taking

A day off? Was the hour too early?

Or am I simply losing my mind?

 

Somebody, or something, is messing

With my brain. Appointments come

And appointments go, and still I sit

Here at my keyboard—any thing but

Bored. I am busy as a bee entertaining

Thoughts – speaking to, speaking from

My brain. It has been here the whole

Time. Or am I simply losing control?

 

Maybe its the overtime? Maybe my

Brain has gone on strike for a better

Deal? Maybe it’s working to rule, maybe

Strike pay is not enough pay. Maybe I

Am not kind enough to my brain. May-

Be I am working it too hard. Fatigue.

Yes, that could be it; it’s just tired.

Or maybe it needs rewired. Or maybe

I’m just losing my mind…

 

Come back little Sheba, come back…

I miss you little buddy. I am quite use-

Less without you. I need your help to

Get along. We’re a pair, Little Sheba, a

Thing! We’re supposed to be inseparable.

Like Siamese twins, we are, one for each

And each as one. How can you let me down?

Don’t tell me I’m just losing my mind.

 

It seems you have got lost in the intestines

Of thought. You seem to have lost your way,

Little Sheba. I guess I had better take up

A search. For my POST BLOG needs feeding

And my BLOG BLOG needs seeding and the

Pathways need clearing of underbrush and

Stuff. I need to recover my Brain and its order.

So come back Little Sheba…

OR

Well then, I guess I am just LOSING MY MIND!

 

— —

*Little Sheba, is the metaphoric little dog in the film

Come Back, Little Sheba, 1952

With Burt Lancaster and Shirley Booth

 

 

Image by Jerzy Górecki from Pixabay

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I NEED SOCKS

Posted on January 27, 2020 by admin

 

I need socks

I NEED SOCKS

Thinking of the homeless and the destitute
And one who has just been rescued

 

(chorus)
I need socks, I need shoes,
I need to sing the blues,
I’m alone, I’m feeling sad,
It’s been years since I’ve been glad.

My socks are old, by shoes are worn,
Sometimes I wish I’d not been born.
I need some love, I’ve love to share,
I need some tender loving care.

I need socks, I need shoes,
I need to sing the blues,
It’s no use no more,
I’ve nothing left in store.

I’ve been travellin’ now for many years,
Broken hearts, too many beers
My soul laid bare, my shoes lack soles
Too may cheap hotels and filthy holes.

My jeans are tattered, my shirt is worn,
Altogether I look forlorn.
My mother’d be ashamed of me.
I wear my shame where all can see.

I fall upon my knee!
There is no future that I can see.
Won’t you help a fella out?
Hear my silent des’prate shout.

I need socks, I need shoes,
I think I might be needing you.
I can’t live up to my old glories,
I need more than memories.

I need socks, I need shoes,
I need things that I can use,
I don’t need no more dreams,
Dreams are not for me.

Dreams are for the other fella,
I don’t have time to be mella.

But wait a minute, who is that acoming?
I think I see that old sunshine a sunning.
What’dya know, a helping hand is reaching out.
Hallelujah! Time to toss the hard times out.

Image by reneecporter from Pixabay

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Flip of a Dime

Posted on January 20, 2020 by admin

 

Flip of a dime

The Flip of a Dime

We run headlong into disaster
And the Fates flip a dime.
And we wait breathless as the
Dime spins through the air. It seems
To hover at the apex, taking its time
To decide, whether to come down,
Or abandon us mid tragedy.

Our fate on the brink, will it be
Sealed in a jar, will it free us from
Afar?
Why do we do these things to our
Selves? Why do we depend so much
On ephemeral Fate? Do we not have
Free Will? Or is free will our fatal flaw?

Chance. Daring chance. Can’t make our
Mind up, we toss a coin? Flip a dime?
Is that all our lives are worth? A dime?

Fate tosses the coin and we are suddenly
Stricken, physically with a crash, or
Silently with a disease. We never see it coming.
And then we are no masters of our fate.
So much for the superiority of man.
Our fate depends upon the flip of a dime.

H. W. Bryce
—
“How things can change in the flip of a dime,” Marcia Burr says.

“Ya’ know, things can flip on a dime and it seems that we spend a good portion of our time just taking things for granted. Many of us seem to just roll through life assuming that gravity will plant our feet firmly on the floor when we get up in the morning. We become complacent and somehow blind as we spin along in our little worlds never looking up or asking questions. We become passengers in our own little cars of life, forgetting that we can drive.”

Thanks for the message and the inspiration Marcia.
See you at kickingalzheimersass movement.com

Should we give a toss?
Change. Can you keep up?
Life is a gamble

IMAGE
Image by MasterTux from Pixabay

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Angel Bliss

Posted on January 13, 2020 by admin

 

Angel Kiss - Tear

Angel’s Bliss

 

H. W. Bryce

When you fear something so hard that a tear
Clambers your eyelid and slides down your ’lash
To lay a kiss on  your cheek,
The one thing to remember is this:
That a kiss is angel bliss.
It’s a gift, to help you along,
And when it washes away all sadness and loss,
You will find your lost smile was not lost.

And when you are sad and you think you’ll never be glad
Ever again,
Remember the tear is an angel’s bliss,
A gift from the gods as a kiss.

A tear it is no loss,
What’s lost is the sadness it washes away
As it washes good feelings back in;
And there’s no room for melancholy to stay.

So smile though your tears and know the grieving will go
That the stars will come out for the night,
And the sun will gleam through your window again,
And the rain will renew your whole world.
A tear drop or rain, it’s all the same in the end,
And you will learn to bend with the wind.

When you are feeling alone
And you no longer can speak
And nobody can make any sense,
Pray for a kiss that is angel bliss,
That will make all the hurt to decease
And lead you to certainty and peace.

A kiss is a kiss and a teardrop is bliss
From the sweet lips of an angel with wings,
And it will help you to heal from life’s little stings,
And you will rise with new strength from all this.

From the archives of hwbrycewrites.com

Books, Blogs and Butterflies blog Nov 4, 2015

https://hwbrycewrites.com/2015/11/04/an-angels-kiss

Image:

Tear: Creative Self-portrait Photography, Nicole Mason Photography

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No End Date

Posted on January 6, 2020 by admin

 

No end date

NO END DATE

 

H. W. Bryce

 

There is no end date put on grief,

No limit placed on loss,

You can grieve, long as you please.

Take your time to find your ease…

 

There are ways that you can do this,

There is no limit put on tears.

You can as usual carry on

And nurse your grief till final dawn.

 

No end date to grief and sorrow –

But, no end date to love and care,

Or kindness, hugs or kisses,

No stale date on filling wishes!

 

There is no end date set on love,

The limit goes beyond above.

Feel free to hug your heart out,

It will help to win this grievous bout.

 

Nor is there any limit set on faith,

There you can always find relief;

No end how strong that you can be,

No limit how far that you can see.

 

There is no limit put on heart size,

Nor the width and length of hugs.

No grief can kill resilience,

You will shine again with brilliance.

 

No end date to grief and sorrow

But no end date to love and care,

Or kindness, hugs or kisses,

No stale date on filling wishes.

— —

Pixabay

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Posted on December 30, 2019 by admin

 

Happy New Year

HAPPY NEW YEAR

 Then a happy year

Oh, we resolve to be better,

We resolve not to be bitter,

We resolve, and we mean it,

Resolve to keep our resolve.

But if wishes were horse, beggars could ride.

So often resolve dissolves and intent must abide.

And if hindsight really were 20-20,

We would do better, be better.

But the human frame has flaws,

Weakness being a chief cause

Of not doing better. Temptations

Abound with their detours and we

Follow like kids chasing candy.

 

How sweet it would be if we could;

How sweet it is when we don’t.

Until one of our strengths rises:

Guilt. Yes, guilt is an asset that prompts

Us to do better for those we have

Slighted or spurned, insulted or hurt.

 

Call it Kismet, call it fate, call in those

Twins Yin and Yang. Gol-dang!

Haul out the freight from this year

Before New Year’s Eve. Dump all bad

Habits, pull out New Year rabbits,

Good luck charms, though they’re

About as effective as last year’s

Good intentions. Too bad, my dears.

 

Hey! I know. Don’t worry about it.

Just live like you mean it. Learn as

You go. Practice for perfect. Grab

Life by the balls and “Don’t worry,

Be happy.” What have you got to

Lose but the bad effects of bad

Karma? You won’t need any pharma.

 

So go ahead, have a Happy New Year,

And a golden year of shining days.

 

Here’s to you, my friend, my dear,

Good works, big reward pays.

 

Cheers,

–Herb

 

Image by cocoparisienne from Pixabay

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Posted on December 23, 2019 by admin

 

Christmas is for Children

Christmas is for children, that magic time
In the magic imagination of the young.
Because, of course, the magic is in them.
Therefore, they can believe, and they do.

All children may not know the story of
The genesis of our celebration, or if
They have heard the story, do they
Really take it in? As reality? For them?

There are so many doubters in the world
Today, so many caught up in the modern
Myth that we must overgift this one time
Of the year; some may even go to church.

But I can’t help the feeling of that magic.
It seems to live in my heart. A hangover,
Perhaps, from my magic childhood? Could I
Revive that magic? Is this good feeling really magic?

Yes, I believe in the magic. It is the good
Will and the blessing of my fellow beings.
I believe in the heart and the soul of
Goodness within. I believe in love and sharing.

If Christmas is for children, then I, too, am a
Child. A big, grown-up kid who still believes
In angels and good deeds, helping hands and hugs,
Tears of happiness and forgiveness and, yes, love.

Accept the magic for what it is: it is the spirit
Of Christmas and the magic of childhood.
So, childish or not, Merry Christmas to you and
Good day my lovelies, and happy days to all.

—H. W. Bryce

Image by Lorri Lang from Pixabay

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