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
This is from Some Poems About Life, available on this website. My Mistake I never make mistakes, I’m quite meticulous. I pride myself on veracity and never make a fuss. Of course I might make a gaffe, a misstep I might take, or even an inaccuracy, but never a mistake. I’ve been known to
Here is an original poem in preparation for Fall — APPLES Do you like apples? Johnny Appleseed came to me in a dream and told me to plant apple trees. (Not really, but it makes more sense this way.) So I planted three apple trees in my yard. Now they
Dreams We start out in our lives young, unlearned, naïve. As we learn, make friends, and grow, in dreams we must believe. We mold them for ourselves, we see a future bright. We follow life’s long path, working with all our might. And then one day we realize our future is not the key. It’s
Friendship “Hello,” said she. “Who are you?” “I’m a pilot,” said he. “I fly big airplanes with lots of people on them all over the world.” “Where do you live?” said she. “I really don’t have a home,” said he. “Would you like to come live with me?” “Yes, thank you, I
Ode to a Modern Warrior He came at me mercilessly with anger in his eyes. His body language made it clear it was I that he despised. He swung a club right at my head, I barely ducked the blow. The next time I wasn’t quite as quick, he really laid me low. My brain
The Patriot Jerry is a patriot, he loves his country dear. He waves the flag on July 4th, he makes his feelings clear. He fancies himself vigilant, his loyalty is defined. But when it comes the time to vote, It tends to slip his mind. He thinks the world of veterans who‘ve come home from
On Importance I saw an old friend yesterday. A high school classmate. We had a lot to catch up on. He’s doing very well, he says. He has a very responsible position. He makes major decisions all the time. People depend on his judgment. They call and ask his opinion: the plant manager, Vice President
