Tag Archives: Poem

Who Will Be There?

Who will show up when it’s time to say goodbye? Continue reading

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We Fortunate few

  WE FORTUNATE FEW   We fortunate few who stand here to speak In willingness to share in all that is Good to smooth all ills with the balm of love And kindness and brotherhood, we say on   To … Continue reading

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Election / Lament

  ELECTION / LAMENT Election notwithstanding The clause says Life goes on. Make the most of the time. Make your own opportunities. Let the politiciams be the ones To make monkeys of themselves. ALSO: further honouring Alzheimer’s Awareness Month—rather symbolic, … Continue reading

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I Am Cedar

  I AM CEDAR  H. W. Bryce   I speak for my elders. I speak for my children. I am Red Cedar. I am 859 years old. Do not harm us, for we are the lungs of your world. — … Continue reading

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Faces

  FACES H. W. Bryce   —a free range poem   Have you ever looked into a face And wondered Where it’s been? What lies behind those mysterious eyes? What secrets do those wrinkles hold? What would enfold if you … Continue reading

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A Necklace of Gravestones

  A NECKLACE OF GRAVE STONES TO JANET @ rclas Sp. 12, 2020 posted for Aug 30, 2021 (Sp 5/21) H. W. Bryce   A necklace of grave stones, a rosary of sorrows, A gathering of hearts broken of families … Continue reading

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As Day Precedes Night

  AS DAYS PRECEDE NIGHT H. W. Bryce As days precede night so does laughter silence sorrow –Nancy Ndeke in a poem As days precede night, as the sun transcends darkness, So the internal storm gives way to hugs, expressions … Continue reading

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