Happy Birthday, Chris Luck — The accidental way things happen without being planned. The cake said “Happy Birthday, Chris.” I said “Who is Chris?” My wife mumbled, “Someone at the office.” Opportunity — An appropriate or favorable time or occasion. Then the truth came out. She had ordered two cakes by mistake, and didn’t know
Category Archives: Original Poetry
This was written with the help of an elementary student whom I’ve since lost track of. My Very Best Friend by Bob Welbaum with Grayson Knight I have a friend who’s the very best. He’s there whenever I need him. He’s always cheerful and kind to me And never needs a reason.
It’s snowing today, which made me think of one of my poems. I’ve posted it before, but it’s particularly appropriate today. By the way, “Perspective” is in my book Some Poems About Life, available on this website. Perspective The son stood in the doorway, Behold a beautiful sight! As far as he could see,
Here’s a quick poem while I try to think of something better to write about. The Art of Communication We don‘t always say what we mean and language is our co-conspirator. “It’s all good” usually isn’t. “Yeah, right” is usually wrong. A double negative is positive. “I’m okay” means you’re not. “Nothing’s wrong” is
I’m reposting this from last year in honor of Halloween. Halloween Fun Halloween can be fun for adults, too. I like to hold out a bowl of candy — a nice assortment — and simply say “You may take one of your choice.” and watch the little wheels turn. Which one should I pick?
Today a quick unpublished poem — WWMPD? I survey the bedroom as I stare in dismay. Each place that I look, things are in disarray. Toys scattered about, all over the floor. I can’t even walk around anymore. The beds are unmade, pillows scattered around. There’s no sense of order at all to be found.
This is a poem I wrote three years ago. My Most Important Rule I’ve been visiting the Old Folks Home, (excuse me, “assisted living”) to see my mother. In the process, I’m getting to know the other residents. There is the woman who talks to me every day except I can’t understand a
Happy 4th of July! This year I’m reprising my poem about patriotism. I wrote it sometime about 2010 and posted it last year (and it’s in my book Some Poems About Life, available on this website), but I think it’s still apropos today. The Patriot Jerry is a patriot, he loves his country dear.
A poem from my book Some Poems About Life, available on this website. On Importance I saw an old friend yesterday. A high school classmate. We had a lot to catch up on. Her’s doing very well, he says. He has a very responsible position. He makes major decisions all the time. People
I posted this two years ago, and have decided to repeat it after having worked in the yard the one nice day we’ve had this week. This is from my book Some Poems About Life, available on this website. My Rite of Spring I consider myself a peaceable soul. I value all manner of