Best Bryce Poems

Though photographs, of course, entice
And guide books give their ratings,
Too many people pay the price
With yes and no debatings.

So let me offer my advice -
If...

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Greasy little Charlie Bryce,
Was absolutely riddled with lice,

The lice would skip and jump and play,
On Charlie's greasy hair all day,

But then one day a louse...

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God, Just Think of him,
Your power is greater than we can comprehend.

Just Think of him,
Your thought of healing works before we can act.

Just Think of...

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I flew over Bryce Canyon my wings fully spread in a gentle glide 
as I marveled at the view below. It wasn't the first time...

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The 1965 Chevy Impala with aqua dice
parked herself downhill against all advice
From Frankie, Old Tom, Red Angus and Swanee Bryce
Her wheels slipped on gravel that...

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Bring out the red balloons
and the dancing baboons
get that water slide ready
‘n’ where’s Tim’s old teddy
someone turn the music up
who pissed in my tea cup!
put...

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MY BUCKET LIST

Years and years ago, I made a bucket list.
I looked everywhere and could not find it.
I don’t remember everything I listed,
so it’s time...

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In a sea of goldfish sat a Bryce
He looked around, said, "Hey, this is nice!"
We fed him a bit more
He threw most to the floor
Then...

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I sing a song to my lost love
Who’s left this Earth and gone above.
(Or maybe she’s below instead;
Who the hell cares, cuz she’s dead.)
'Tis true...

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I left California a week ago Sunday.
Alone with my map, I found the way.
Initial trepidation gave way to wonder.
Beauty of the land enhances the spell...

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With angels' kisses
   dear little one hushed now to sleep.
With angels' breath 
    fanning your pearly cheeks.
Between unharmed breaths
    a trace of angels' smile...

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Some numbers tumble down the hallowed halls of baseball’s past -
a sport of numbers after all, these memories hold fast.
Stan Musial wore #6, Lou Gehrig,...

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They are the emptiness
their children will become empty and give birth to more emptiness
surround themselves with stray pets to ease the emptiness
have no sense of...

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She slithers out of her dress perfectly
like a Ball Python shedding a faded coat of skin.
And her hair floats in slow motion
like astronauts dancing on...

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Beyond the mountains more steep and precipitous then canyon of Bryce
And sometimes in those mountains are glaciers of ice
In lower parts snakes with eyes like...

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