In The New Year

 

In The New Year

© by Bud Lemire on Dec 28, 2025

In the New Year, I wish for normality

All the things, that mean the most to me

Everyone treated as equal, no one is above

All the hate banished, and a lot more love

No force, no enemies, friends working together

All the special moments, that we can treasure

No pointing fingers, with revenge, at those who disagree

Nobody should be a prisoner, in the land of the free

Nobody should ever, in this world, be abused

It's not the human way, for anyone to be used

In this country, we need so much more respect

To add to that, we need to have less neglect

Freedom should always ring true, in this country we live in

I believe 2026, is a great place for better things to begin

Liars, cheaters, the rich, and those who have the power to do

Should never be the ones, to ever undermine you

Adults should never, sexually abuse anyone

That should never be, anyone's idea of fun

This has got to stop, and I mean right away!

This isn't the USA, when all colors turn to gray

In the New Year, let's bring back normality

This year it wasn't, the way it should ever be

There's so much more to add to this, but I will end it here.

I want the America back, the one I know and love.

We the people, must bring it back.

The House Of Ludington

 

The House Of Ludington

© by Bud Lemire on Dec 11, 2025

The House Of Ludington, has been around as long as I can remember

From the beginning of January, all the way to the end of December

Out my window, at sunset and sunrise

It always seems to catch my eyes

Rumors have it, that Pat Hayes still haunts the place

I haven't been there much, so I haven't followed the case

They say that Al Capone, stayed there before

Using tunnels to come and go, but I prefer using the door

I've only been in there once or twice

From the outside, I think it looks really nice

I passed it, every time I was on my way to the park

Taking pictures of it from the dock, at sunset, before it got dark

It's been a part of Escanaba, a part of everything I know

Lately in evenings, the House Band put on quite a show

I found out recently, they took the sign down

Reminiscing about the history, I wear a frown

On the day of the fire, I wasn't around to see

Several others, took pictures and videos for me

It's been a big part of Escanaba's history

Now it's burnt, and I wonder what will come to be

Too many fires around Escanaba, the last couple years

Too many losses, that are causing way too many tears

They say, when one thing ends, new beginnings start.

At the end of one era, another era starts.

From the ashes, rises something much better.

One can only hope, this is how it will be.

Can it get any worse? Dare I ask it?

I'm hoping that things have got to get better.

Let the music play on.

Alfalfa Sprouts

 

Alfalfa Sprouts

© Oct 16, 2025 by Bud Lemire

Give me some Alfalfa Sprouts, that taste so great

On a sandwich, don't need to make me wait

Alfalfa Sprouts, thick as can be

The best way, to have them for me

They go good on salads, and so much more

I need to get some soon, at the store

My cousin puts them on almost everything

Don't get the radish ones, unless you want a sting

I like mine, on a turkey sandwich at noon

My mouth is watering, I need some real soon

They add a good crunch, to every bite

If you saw my sandwich, oh what a sight

Alfalfa Sprouts, on two slices of pumpernickel bread

A heavenly taste to behold, now I know I'm not dead

Been eating them on sandwiches, for as long as I can remember

Every month of the year, from January all the way to December

I'm not a horse, and I'm certainly not a cow

They taste so good, and I really mean Wow!

If you see them at the store, give them a try

How come I enjoy them? You'll find out why

They have a good taste. Don't take my word,

try them yourself, and see if you like them.

America Once More

 

America Once More

© by Bud Lemire on Oct 7, 2025

I'm thinking of the America of yesterday

Times when everyone had something good to say

When everyone was treated equal, as it should be

In this great land, home of the brave and the free

There was no revenge taking place

There wasn't any fear on every face

We knew what tomorrow would bring

These days, it could be almost anything

Take down the banners and flags with the ugly mug

Raise the American Flag, and even give it a hug

Let the Lady Liberty stand tall and proud

Banish from this country, that dark shroud

Let the sun shine on this great country, the USA

With all this darkness all over here, let's do away

Bring back the United States of America of yesterday

When the Presidents, used common sense in every way

Bring back this country, that was friends with everyone

Not this twisted evil, that some maniac had spun

We want a country, where the President is someone we look up to

Not a wanna be king, that should be behind bars in a zoo

Let's hold hands and stand together in this fight

To bring the United States of America, into a new light

One that'll shine even brighter than before

What's happening now, we don't want anymore

If you still believe in the President, I have a suggestion.

Time to see your psychiatrist. Do it very soon!

Love Isn't Imagining

 

Love Isn't Imagining

© by Bud Lemire on Sept 4, 2025

Love isn't imagining who they could be, it's about knowing who they really are

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So many times we imagine the perfect mate

We get all excited, and it's so hard to wait

As our lives move along and intertwine

We find out their greatness, isn't so fine

Other times, they're great in ways we never could have imagined them to be

Once we get to know the real them, It's the real love that we'll see

Love is a journey, between two hearts that beat

When the soul know it's true, and there's no defeat

Souls are of the spirit, the highest level you will ever know

It lives within each of us, and goes wherever we go

Your sexual organs are aroused, but believe me when I say

The soul knows when it's real, and it will never go away

Listen to your heart and soul, listen to all you find

Find out who they really are, instead of imagining with your mind

This year I learned a very big lesson. I forgot to listen with my heart and soul and let my mind imagine what love could be.

I won't go into detail, but let's just say that someone that loves me very

much from the Spirit world was there to see me learn a very hard

lesson. Why? Because she loves me so very much, on the highest soul level.

I thank her every day for her love, as she watches over me.

Butt Call

 

Butt Call

© by Bud Lemire on July 24, 2025

I never made a Butt Call, many people think it's alright

Mine is in my side pocket, and it's on the charger at night

Some tend to make those calls, all of the time

They must move around, while they sit on their behind

So, what if your phone was in your pocket near your chest

Could it be a call, that comes directly from your breast?

If you're a woman, and you carry a purse

You won't have, the “Butt Call” curse

You can shut off your phone for awhile

Then you won't worry, your Butt won't dial

It's better to, find a better place for your phone

That way, the Butt Calls will be left alone

I put my phone, in my left side pocket

My phone opens apps, while my feet walk it

I'll hear a voice, as I'm walking along

Sometimes it'll be, some commercial song

I've seen some really nice Butts, and wouldn't mind a call

If it's by accident, I'd rather you didn't call at all

I'd rather not get a call from someone who is snooty

A Butt Call is nice, but then there's a call called the Booty

Seeing people with phones next to their Butts, makes me wonder.

Do they sit on them? Do they remember to take them out,

before they sit down.

A Butt Call, also known as a pocket dial, is an unintentional phone call made when a cell phone is in a pocket or bag and accidentally activates the call function. This typically happens when the phone's buttons or touchscreen are pressed by body movement or other objects, causing the phone to dial a number without the user's knowledge.

The meaning of Booty Call is a communication (such as a phone call or text message) by which a person arranges a sexual encounter with someone.

Caught In The Hayes

 

Caught In The Hayes

© by Bud Lemire on July 11, 2025

                                       

Caught in the Hayes, of what's right and what's wrong

I've been held on a leash, they just pulled me along

I thought it was love, but I knew that couldn't be

Each one of those forty Sarahs, wanted money from me

Oh yes, I carried on and I was a fool, and I gave in

As time went on I resisted, but I still couldn't win

I guess I was dreaming, of a future to come

What I proved to myself was, I was so dumb

Those women out there, just wanted my money

For that price, it was easy for them to be my honey

The funny videos with the southern accent, that I always see

Were just there to lure me in, and take my money from me

Don't be scammed like I was, try to be wise

It's not love they want, behind all those lies

They want to drain, your bank account dry

Once they do that, it will be their turn to fly

If there's forty Sarah Hayes messaging you, with the same face

They aren't from alternate worlds, something's out of place

Hold onto your money, and don't you let go

This is a warning, something that you should know

Yes, I was a fool. But I learned something as well.

It's a cruel world out there on the internet. Behind

the screen, is a world built on lies and greed and

people want to take advantage of those who believe

them. So as you read this, and if you are looking for

love, remember, it is not love if they ask for money.

To me, love is given freely. Love is earned and it

takes time as it grows stronger and stronger.