The BS Degree
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During the years I supervised young engineers with many degrees.
They all had a Bachelor Of Science in Engineering seemingly,
A few of them had another BS degree that fit them better you see.
Let’s call it the “Bull Shitting me” degree as they did their job poorly. Continue reading
The Moon In The Man
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I wrote down a title just to see if I could write a poem to fit it.
With just a little thought, I came up with this before I did quit,
It may not have flowed exactly as I thought it should when read,
But I think it’s not too bad being right off the top of my head. Continue reading
My Brother Craig
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As I’ve said before, brothers have a special relationship forever,
Brotherly love is what always has held us very close together,
The poem very briefly touches on some of the fun times we had,
As young men growing up together as outdoor loving young lads. Continue reading
There are places in this big world that are just undesirably bad
I think the North Slope of Alaska may just top the list that I have.
This poem relates some of my experiences way up there north,
When I got an engineering assignment on that harsh course. Continue reading
The Long Road Home
Being an engineer for a major oil company required lots of travel,
So much so that I often felt as if I might just come unraveled,
The poem takes you on a trip home with me after being gone,
Reinforcing that there will never be anyplace as good as home. Continue reading
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To find the music Misques and the Cuties wanted to dance to,
I needed to choreograph dances for our special old fart crew.
So I began writing a lot of the dances we did at our exhibitions,
To express ourselves and let out all of our own internal inhibitions. Continue reading
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I thought it might be fun to write a poem on Halloween night,
While handing out candy as the little monsters give me a fright.
Here’s the account of things that I wrote down as it occurred.
With nothing that happened that night left out or even deferred. Continue reading
Wishing On A Star
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“Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight,
I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.”
Is an old verse we have all spoken seeing that first star.
This poem provides my thoughts about star wishing afar. Continue reading
The Grand Years
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There are a few places out in the world that provide great fun.
We keep going back all of our lives and we never ever are done,
Because we have enjoyed them over the years with family,
One place this poem reviews is the Grand Lake O’ Cherokees. Continue reading
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Here’s a poem about a fine young boy who had a curse on him.
It was simply a case of the “Hershey touch” that made him so grim.
He tried so hard to endure his pain resulting from the curse,
But his prayers did fail him and only made him worse at first. Continue reading