Tag Archives: Love

Portrait of a Mood

  PORTRAIT OF A MOOD   H. W. Bryce   Her face reflects a melancholy mood, Thoughtful, gentle, kindness of soul, exudes Patience and love, rejuvinations. Her face is a portrait of peace.   Slowly, she reawakens from her thoughtful … Continue reading

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Take My Tears

  TAKE MY TEARS   H. W. Bryce   To all the idiots who continue to swarm in defiance of good sense and safety and to those “leaders” who ignore the ban and travel and who leave the country, and … Continue reading

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Today I See

  Today I See   H. W. Bryce   Grn mini comp spt 14-20 Blogged Oct 9, 2020   I got a “new eye” and now Colours are colours, Edges are sharp, Black is black And white is white. How … Continue reading

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One Sunny Afternoon

  One Sunny Afternoon   A mood poem   Circa mid 1950s, Regina   Early afternoon, sun streaks paint Slanted anti-shadows on the Scuffed-up, worn to grooves Beer parlor floor, which was propped open With a rusted old anvil.   … Continue reading

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Mysterious Man

  MYSTERIOUS MAN I am African, I am Asian, I am Caucasian, Hindu, Turk, I am Muslim, Christian, Jew —I am so very much like you. I am love and I’m compassion I am hate, I’m destruction, I am jealousy, … Continue reading

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All Roads

  ALL ROADS  H. W. Bryce   After Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken   All roads, they say, lead into Rome. What if I took Road A, so greened? Long I planned and and prayed, shalom, And what if … Continue reading

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But I’m Not Bitter

  BUT I’M NOT BITTER H. W. Bryce In response to Renee Drummond-Brown’s “Allow Me to Introduce Me to You” You reject me, you put me down, You sneer at my part of town, You segregate me, you choke my … Continue reading

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