Tag Archives: Poem

When we were kids

Posted on October 22, 2018 by admin

  When We Were Kids H. W. Bryce When we were kids, We played cowboys and outlaws. We had cap guns And we shot at each other, Hiding, running, shooting! “Gotcha. Yer dead!” “No yuh didn’. Yuh missed by a … Continue reading →

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Posted on October 8, 2018 by admin

DON’T NEED NO DRUGS Written while watching Sutton Foster, Live from Lincoln Centre, singing John Denver’s Sunshine Almost Always Makes Me High   Don’t need no drugs ’Cause you being here gives me a high Don’t need artificial stimulants ’Cause … Continue reading →

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Posted on September 17, 2018 by admin

  A Letter to My Younger Self A LETTER TO MY YOUNGER SELF H. W. Bryce Write a letter to your younger self, they said. I had never thought of that. My younger self had moved on. But here’s what … Continue reading →

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Breakthrough Poem

Posted on September 10, 2018 by admin

  Now appearing in important magazine Flamenco Dreams A Poem by Herb Bryce She lit the flame in flamenco, His feet were a flurry, Her castanets clattered A frantic sweet rhythm and His heart matched her hot beat. They were … Continue reading →

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Stuck on Daddy’s Old Model T

Posted on April 23, 2018 by admin

= Stuck on Daddy’s Old Model T There I was, facing a bald open field, Chilled on a cold hoar-frosty day, Hunting for the enemy scouting group When I spotted a copse in the dip.   I half ran, half … Continue reading →

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Your Greatest Gift: First Prize

Posted on March 29, 2018 by admin

  Apparently I wrote this in Istanbul, Dec 1963. From a letter from me forwarded by little sister Marjorie, Feb, 2013. I called them My Jesus Poems. I follow these with a today poem, in the reaffirmation of humankind’s Greatest Gift. I … Continue reading →

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Evenings Are Long When at First You Are Alone

Posted on March 19, 2018 by admin

  Evenings Are Long When at First You are Alone   H. W. Bryce   Evenings are long when at first you’re alone, And silence falls as dead and deaf as stone. There’s no one else, and no one ever … Continue reading →

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