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FORGOTTEN PEOPLE

H. W. Rryce

Forgotten frontier, forgotten roots,

Forgotten pioneering boots,

Standing bleached by wind and rain,

Standing still, but can’t sustain,

Beneath the louring, darkening cloud,

That with a clap of thunder loud

Would erase our pioneering past, forgotten

The story that was built to last.

Every shingle, every board,

Every wind and every chord

So backbreaking hewn by caloused hand

To craft a home, to build a land,

To fill with heart, and dwell with soul,

Once left behind to the bad dust bowl,

Forgotten now and left to rot

As we go headlong on without a thought.

Forgotten now the soul who built

The life that now we live without the guilt.

We forge ahead, forever getting, rarely give,

Even forgot the art of how to live.

Forgotten history, forgotten folk,

Forgotten that to have a wheel you need a spoke.

Forgotten frontier, forgotten roots,

Forgotten pioneering boots.

Sometimes we forget the role we play

And strut the stage, demand the pay,

Play the hero, forget to bend,

While friends and family reach wits’ end,

Left behind in wind and rain,

Unable to sustain.

Forgetting minds, forgetting roots,

Left behind by walking boots.

Forgotten frontier, forgotten roots,

Forgotten pioneering boots.

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TO MAKE THE WORLD SMILE

posted Oct 7/22 for Spt 12/22

H. W. Bryce

for my queen

Oh! To make the world smile!

‘Twould be such a glorious feat,

For this is just what the world needs

Midst the quarreling groundlings of today.

Seems that no matter what you say

These days, there’s a snarler to oppose.

Opposition seems to be the way

To make your mark, or just a shadow be.

It is the innocence of the child

That is purer than pure ego that seems

To rule today. The generosity of the

Child, the aroma of the rose.

For the rose is love and never war,

For solace, not for prickles on the stem.

The child, the rose, both mature, for

Making peace, to cancel “us versus them.”

Indeed, ‘tis known that the child

Is here to teach, not to tear down,

Not to be moulded anti good, pro con,

For the child simply knows how to smile.

She, as a child, told us all in time of war,

It is up to us, the children of today,

To make the world smile. Yes, the child

In us knows how to make the world smile.

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—after all, Queen Elizabeth II gave

to us a working template.

A more productive way. A better future.

Sept 8, 2022

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“…so it is up to us, the children of today, to make the world smile…”
Queen Elizabeth II, as a 14-year-old child, on the radio, Second World War
As seen on television tribute on the death of Queen Elizabeth II

I GUESS THIS IS HOW I HEARD IT. Although, I got the quote from somewhere, and I wrote it down. Huh!

But,  It is a great quote. Thus the birth of my poem.

Here is the actual quote, a great motto to live by, child or adult, war time or otherwise:

“And when peace comes, remember it will be for us, the children of today, to make the world of tomorrow a better and happier place.”

Oh, the heart-breaking, life-affirming power of the smile!

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PS:

Don’t forget your Alzheimer’s family, especially not this World Alzheimer’s Month.
Your friendly family member burdened with the heaviness of care giving
Is tired. Lend her/him a hand. They aren’t the ones disappearing.
God bless the care givers.

He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother.
Take a load off her.

Offer him your helping hand.

Hulton Royals Collection/Getty Images, Tim Graham Photo Library/Getty Images

No copyright infringement intended.
Just trying to honor my Queen.

“… it is up to us, the children of today, to make the world smile…”

THE REAL QUOTE IS:
And when peace comes, remember it will be for us, the children of today, to make the world of tomorrow a better and happier place.

Wartime broadcast, 1940 | The Royal Family

https://www.royal.uk › wartime-broadcast-1940

And when peace comes, remember it will be for us, the children of today, to make the world of tomorrow a better and happier place. Her Majesty The Queen.

YOUR SHOES

Poste Oct 7/2 for Sept 5/22

H.  W. Bryce

fr pale prpls mini of jul 30-22 – >>>>

(and) when you are down and out

And cannot help yourself,

I will walk in your shoes

When people challenge your place

And when the world is on your case

I will walk in your shoes

And when your heart breaks

From the strain of it all,

And your gut shrinks into a ball,

And you can’t do anything

In spite of it, after all,

I will walk in your shoes.

If the world stomps on your toes,

Makes fun of your legitimate woes,

If the crude kids make fun of you

And tell you where to go to,

I will walk in your shoes

If you lose your job and can’t find work

And you know you never did shirk,

And nobody wants to give you a hand,

And it’s on your downers that you land,

I will walk in your shoes

And when you are lonely and crave

Some company lest you break and rave,

I will walk in your shoes.

Yes, I will walk in your shoes, my friend,

Right now, and on to the end

If needs must be, so be still, dear heart,

I will walk with you     till it is time for us to part

And you will stay the path because you are strong

Don’t let anybody tell you that you are wrong,

I know that you can do this, you are fortitude,

All it takes is a change in attitude

And know that I have walked in your shoes

And you, my friend, have paid all your dues.

–And remember this, I will walk in your shoes.

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What does the idiom put oneself into another’s shoes meaning?

(figuratively) To try to look at a situation from a different point of view; as if one were the other person; to empathise. synonym ▲ Synonym: put oneself in someone’s place. If you could just put yourself in his shoes for a moment, perhaps you would understand why it is not as easy as you seem to think.

–Wictionary

This week’s poem is to mark September as World Alzheimer’s Month.
Dedicated to all family care givers, a sacred trust.

PS: Let it be known that I will be the Opener at PLANET EARTH POETRY, Victoria, via zoon, this Friday, Sept. 9, 2022.

PPS: Let it be known that next Monday, Sept. 12, 2022, I will be appearing on the International EMPATHY CONFERENCE 2022 via zoom in London. So will my esteemed friend Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak of Poland and England. You will love her poetry.

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I Am Ready

Inspired by:                                                                                        Blogged Aug

Julie Holland Loveland

Founding Member · July 20 at 1:17 PM

I am ready to take a walk. She has to unload her purse to see if there’s anything she might need. ….. I try so hard to be patient… It’s wearing thin. Sometimes it’s not even worth taking a walk. 🙃

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Created 7/22/2019

IAM READY

1. W. bryce

I am ready to take a walk; she has to unload her purse.

She dumps everything out, in case there’s something else that she needs;

Painstaking is it waiting for the big miscelany to sort;

I am ready to take that walk, she forgets what she forgot,

She changes her coat, the style is not quite right for the walk

I am ready after a rest to start all over again

She taps her toes as she sits, the delay is obviously me;

I sigh and we head for the door, but wait: She has to pee.

I am ready to give it all up, but she is anxious to go

But after the delay, It is now me who has to go for a pee!

I come back out, I’m ready to go, but she is fixing her hair!

I heave a sigh and I take a chair and she says don’t you dare!

I want to give up on the walk, it doesn’t seem to be worth.

But she says, come on then, dear, to miss our chance would b e a sin.

We’re ready to go, I open the door – the rain comes sweeping in!

Life with an Alzheimer’s person can be such fun!

Even younger people can and do get stricken with ALZ

And some people at the age of puberty and into the teens

Can and do suffer from indecision

I was one of the: crippled by the inability to make a decision.

Pixabay

https://www.pexels.com/photo/an-elderly-woman-509236/

I am ready to give it up, she is ready to   change her shoes

I am ready again to go, she wants to know where and whyS

Now she;s ready to go, but wait,                now she has to go for a pee

Now, ready or not, we walk, but, oh no,                 now she must retie her shoes

I am no longer ready       she now is, “Come on, then,” she says

And opens the door. The rain is in the midst of a downpour.

I am ready for a rest        she decides to sweep the clean floor…

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Brenda Johnson Stroth  adds:

Waiting on her is so frustrating, I get it! You just want to get a walk in!!!! The fact that you care enough to take her on a walk, or anywhere… Priceless.
We recognize the cost, don’t we? But in the long term… Invaluable. Thank you.

Until…

H. W. Bryce

Blu mini comp of Mar 28-22 –
rtn Apr 28-22……

Until the man in the moon comes

down to walk on the Earth,

Until the sun bakes the tyrant’s brain,

Until cruelty and sin fall into ashes,

I will not stop the loving, the caring, and sharing,

I will not end the respect,

I will never cease seeing to your dignity.

Until the music ends,

And I pray that music will never end,

I pray that there will be music playing

Beyond and beyond

THE END,

For music carries us,

Music sustains us as it feeds us harmony and melody,

And massages our hearts and souls

With magic.

Until there is Universal Peace,

I will advocate for Peace,

For Peace is such a beauteous Universal Soul,

And I lament that Peace must live on the edge

Of the line of Fate;

That line should be manned by us,

By all of us,

For Peace is the only pathway to Sanity.

Until the end of insanity,

Until we can all embrace each other

As Brother and Sister,

As fellow soul, as partner in Humanity,

There will be no universal peace.

So, until we kill greed, and super possessiveness,

And cruelty and killing, and stealing and lying,

And profiteering and the issuing of the curses…

I will continue to fight for Peace. She deserves my defence.

I will be her soldier. I will sing her psalms, I will play her songs

Until my song sings its last note and I wander itno that last

Wondrous Beyond,

I will sing of Peace.

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