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
Today I’m reprinting a poem from my book Some Poems About Life (available on this website). On Challenge What do you think is a challenge? Is it running as fast as you can? Coming in first in the big race and showing you’re that much a man? Or is it much more academic? Being the
Home Repairs I have a dead-bolt lock that sticks. It doesn’t want to open from the outside. So I squirted oil into the keyhole from the outside. That made it worst. I squirted oil into the keyhole from the inside. No change. I squirted oil into every crack and
I haven’t posted any poetry for a while, but this seemed appropriate for a cold, winter day. Bringing Happiness Randall lives a frustrating life, he never seems too pleased. Something is so terribly wrong, He’s certainly not at ease. “My status should be higher,” he says without a grin. “The good life should be within
Today I have a guest author — my niece Stephanie Welbaum of Blacksburg, VA. From an Idea, to a Bill, to a Law by Stephanie Welbaum In the very beginning, it wasn’t so great Someone dropped me off so I was given a number, approved, then thrown in debate On the House floor I
It snowed today, the first time this winter. I have a poem for that. Perspective The son stood in the doorway, Behold a beautiful sight! As far as he could see, nothing but fluffy white! Today would be a time of laughter and play begun. And most important of all, no school would spoil
Yes, it’s a bit early to think about winter. But then again, it will be here before you know it. Collateral Damage Once they were strong, solid, dependable, upright. Now they are angled in different crazy directions. Some can barely stand. Here’s one almost on the ground. They are mailboxes
Here is a poem from my book Some Poems About Life. This is actually the first poem I wrote. It started out as a essay, but then I decided to put it into verse. My Greatest Enemy I am being chased, in a relentless way. There is no escape, despite what I say. I
Walt [Disney] assigned Robert and Richard Sherman to write the songs for Mary Poppins. They returned in two weeks with sketchy versions of five songs that could fit into the script, including “Feed the Birds” and “Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.” Walt liked them, especially “Feed the Birds.” “That song’ll replace Brahams’ Lullaby,” he declared, and he cried every
Who teaches you? I teach sometimes. That’s how I met a boy, actually a young man, but it’s easy to think of him as a boy because he wears diapers and he doesn’t talk even though he’s 18 years old. Oh, and he’s also blind. We’d take him to the gym and he would walk