There are some people out there that prefer wine over beer,
I don’t really understand how this can be, but I really don’t care.
Like Billy Currington says so well in his recent hit country song.
“I’m pretty good at drinking beer” to which I always sing along. Continue reading
There are a few old relics I have saved from my time in Vietnam.
Some are interesting and I am just going to review them some.
The poem discusses some of the relics that I have kept here,
And omits the other stuff that I did leave in country over there. Continue reading
Junior’s Jeep
For you all that don’t know, Junior’s a nickname I gave Tamara.
I gave her that name because Pam wanted a boy for her camera.
She’s grown up now and almost forty, but she still scares me,
When I ride in the car with her in Dallas in traffic so very heavy. Continue reading
Kristi’s Flower Power
Early in the spring of 2015 our daughter Kristi was visiting here.
She was in a very happy mood so she bought a few plants I fear.
She planted them out front in our tiny little garden spot in an hour,
This Poem will surely demonstrate what I call her Flower Power. Continue reading
Hawg Jaw Bill’s Hall Of Shame
There are some groups around that just screw things up good.
They have perhaps been more successful than they should.
This poem investigates those named into my own hall of shame,
And discusses just why they should be feeling some blame. Continue reading
There are things lying hidden in your home from the far past
Waiting for you to rediscover them from their hiding spot at last.
I looked in an old brass box sitting on top of my bedroom chest.
This poem reviews things I found in the box that I liked best. Continue reading
Personal Memory Device
Sometimes when we read about a new idea it sounds so good,
But when we think about it for a while we change our mood.
This poem reviews an idea called the personal memory device,
That could cause bad repercussions more than once or twice. Continue reading
Crazy Neighbors
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Moving to a new city with neighbors you know nothing about,
Is always a risk and sometimes the results just freak you out.
This poem discusses some neighbors that dealt us some stress,
After moving to Bartlesville and living at our current address. Continue reading
A Fish Out Of Water
I think that we have all felt like a fish out water at some point,
This poem gives a few of my experiences being out of joint,
A flopping around on land wishing I could be another place,
But, I usually toughed it out, displaying my own internal grace. Continue reading
Family Milestones
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It occurred to me that there are milestones in life we all love,
That mean our children are growing up with help from above.
We all cherish these moments that we all hold dear in our hearts.
This poem reviews a few of these moments from the very start.
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The photos used as illustrations herein are both my girls and our grandchildren Continue reading