When You Feel Blue

 

When you feel blue...Pixabay

When You Feel Blue

 
When you feel blue, do you sit and stew?
Do you feel sorry for yourself, do you?
Do you sit upon the empty shelf?
Do you brood your day away all by yourself?
 
Well here’s a thing to do, and it will help
To keep the blues away and it will melt
That lonely day to cheer you up:
Hug your dog, be he old or just a pup.
 
When you feel blue, do you hug your dog?
Your dog will snuggle, he’s yhe one main cog
In your life. Back at home, he waits for you
With wagging tail and warmth to welcome you.
 
Do you hug your dog when you feel blue?
Your dog’s your faithful friend, he’s ever true.
He’ll cheer you up, it’s a guarantee:
You and your dog, the way things ought to be.
 
So give your dog a hug, he’ll treasure that, 
Companions – trust and love – and all of that,
You’ll feel so much better then, that’s a fact,
Faithful friends in an unspoken pact.
 
When life let’s you down, when friends betray,
Your ever-loving dog will always stay.
When things go wrong, who do you call?
Why it’s your dog, he’ll help cure all.
 
So hug your dog, he’ll lick your face,
He’ll make you laugh in his embrace,
He’ll tickle your fancy, you won’t resist,
’Cause your own best friend will always insist.
 
When you feel blue, do you hug your dog?
Do his kisses lick the foggy fog
Away with his unconditional love?
Together always then like a perfect fitting glove.
 
–H. W. Bryce
Ann with visiting dog
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You Stand and Stare

 

Waiting at signposts

You Stand and Stare

You look confused.
You stand and stare.
Do you know where
You are? So sorry, dear.

Let me help you along.
No, I don’t mind, my dear.
Please don’t you fear,
I’ll come along with you.

Yes, I’ll stay, yes you can pray –
Don’t you rush no need to rush,
It’s okay. I don’t have to rush
Anywhere either.

Anything that helps.
Are you ready now?
Have you decided how
To get back home?

Going east? Going west?
Take your time, I have all day.
Going west. Well okay.
We’re on our way.

Waiting…I am waiting
For her to make up her mind.
When you’ve lost your mind,
Life is hard, but my love is not abating.

Come along now, dear you,
We’re almost home,
Our safety zone.
And yes, I love you.

Some people, not just those with dementia-Alzheimer’s, simply cannot make up their minds.
I used to be one of them.

Note: I am teaming up with fellow writer John Knapp, author of Donna’s Story, to do readings and discussions at care homes.

Donna's Story - Cover          Chasing a Butterfly - Cover

Both books are available on Amazon and at Friesen Press.

Chasing a butterfly: Friesen – https://books.friesenpress.com/store/title/119734000015361954/H.-W.-Bryce-Chasing-a-Butterfly

Donna’s Story: Friesen
https://books.friesenpress.com/store/title/119734000038270025/John-Knapp-Donna%27s-Story

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Poet Goes International

 

Poet Goes International

 

It’s official. H. W. Bryce is an international poet.

I am so happy to show you the Amaravati Poetic Prism international multilingual poetry anthology that contains my little tribute poem to the philosophy of Rabrinranath Tagore, the Bengalese Poet Laurate.

Although I am unilingual, this 85-language anthology includes my contribution, which was translated into French and Bengali by the industrious Indian poet Supratik Sen.

Here it is in French with translator Supratik Sen’s photo and cross reference to H. W. Bryce as author.

There Is Always Morning was distilled from a longer piece that I posted in September, 2016.
Here is a link to that piece:
https://hwbrycewrites.com/2016/09/26/there-is-always-morning/

Here is the poem in English:

There Is Always Morning

H. W. Bryce

There is always morning,

It’s God’s good day to you,

It’s God’s most gifted way

To prove that love is true.

Life’s for love not futile hate,

A gentle gift to start your day

With faith and hope, it’s not too late

To share your heart, keep hate at bay.

If this should be your final morning,

Would you greet the day with love?

If you were given one last wish,

Would you wish me love?

I wish you sunshine all your days,

With new hopes to be a-borning,

And rain to make the blooms to stay,

For there is always morning.

Value things but not for worth,

Value what they represent;

Value people’s inner worth

For more than they present.

For if there were no morning…

Your aura would paint the sky,

The Earth would lose its orbit,

And God would cry!

© hwbryce 2017

Don’t forget, I was : Chasing a Butterfly

And here it is in Bengali:

#Alzheimer’s Society BC    http://alzheimer.ca

H. W. Bryce, judge at 6th Rabindranath Tagore International English Poetry Competition.

  1. *One of the highest ranking poets in the competition was Padmaja Ienger-Paddy. It was she who told me of this book in the making and suggested I make a contribution. Fortunately for me, she and the editorial board judged my poem to be worthy of inclusion. They didn’t have to do that. Thank you Paddy and The Cultural Centre of Vijayawada & Amaravati.

The book can be ordered through cyberwit.net.

 

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My Divorce

 

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

Etc

 

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!”
 
Hurrah!
 
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 MOVING EXPERIENCE
 
A funny thing happened
on the way to my new abode
Sorting papers
Nostalgia
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: https://pixabay.com/en/ecology-environment-garden-2985781/

Chasing a Butterfly   

Amazon:  goo.gl/nexsF4 

FriesenPress:  http://bit.ly/2jQpFxS

See you soon.

MERRY CHRISTMAS everybody.

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, 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

Amazon:  goo.gl/nexsF4 and

FriesenPress:  http://bit.ly/2jQpFxS

See you soon.

 

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