Tag Archives: Poem

Portrait of a Mood

Posted on March 12, 2021 by admin

  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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People Just Rattle On

Posted on March 12, 2021 by admin

  PEOPLE JUST RATTLE ON   Red mini comp Spt 27- Prompted by my missing things, like #s and names in e.g. newscasts and I thought I could hear, but I miss details, while people just rattl on. Co-incidentally, I … Continue reading →

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All People

Posted on February 17, 2021 by admin

  “All people become brothers Where your gentle wing rests.” —Ode to Joy by Beethoven Now join the women in their choir of peace Ye men who march off to war To make a living killing fellow men. What a … Continue reading →

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Courage

Posted on February 9, 2021 by admin

  COURAGE H. W. Bryce –from Chasing a Butterfly –Alzheimer’s or Coronavirus, courage is needed. –I wrote this during my  wife’s struggle with Alzheimer’s –Readers have found it helpful   When adversity calls (and you don’t have the balls) And … Continue reading →

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Posted on February 9, 2021 by admin

  The Brush Pile H. W. Bryce Some people saw the symbolism of the ‘brush pile’ bulldozer residue, ‘waste,’ From clearing the land for farms. In the piles of driftwood washed out to sea and washed back upon the shor … Continue reading →

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Tangled Web

Posted on February 9, 2021 by admin

  TANGLED WEB  H. W. Bryce   “What a tangled web we weave when at first we start to deceive.”* Learning to Dissemble at our fathers’ knees to bulldoze giant trees and leave a pile of tangled roots and thirst. … Continue reading →

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Man of Many Colours

Posted on January 20, 2021 by admin

  MAN OF MANY COLOURS (Grn mini Nov 18/20 H.) H.  W. Bryce I am a man of many colours, Blood-red for love of fellow man, I bleed for the murdered, missing and maimed Blue for sadness, regret and melancholy, … Continue reading →

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