By Bud Lemire on July 12, 2010
So you don’t want your picture taken
No worries, it’s not my camera you’d be breaking
Are you so caught up in your self-ego
Yet there are some other things to know
We want the picture we take of you
So we can look back on someone we knew
Try to see it from our point of view
We love you enough so we need one of you
You’re part of the family, and you’re a friend
And when it comes time for your life to end
We can look back with happy memories
Of a special person with wonderful stories
It’s not all about you, it’s about us
Giving and sharing, with a little trust
You don’t have to keep your own picture, there’s no pressure
But we’d love one to keep, because the one of you we treasure
Step outside worthlessness and see
You are part of this great family
So special and unique in your own way
In the family photo we’d like you to stay
So, you don’t want your picture taken
Think about the historic moment you’ll be making
Be a part, be don’t be apart
Everyone is their own work of art
Each one of us are made special and unique, so we aren’t the same. Beauty comes in many shapes and sizes. Sometimes beauty can not be seen, but comes from the inside. Sometimes life distorts our own view of ourselves, and we find ourselves wanting to be left out of photos. We must look at ourselves at these times, through the eyes of the photographer. Why would they want a picture of me? Could it be they see more to you than what you see as yourself? I am sure they do. Look again at yourself, you were made to be special, and that is how you became YOU.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
A Pigeon Stared At Me
By Bud Lemire on July 5, 2010
A pigeon stared at me from outside the window
Moving its head from side to side as if to say hello
I wonder what it was thinking or what it had to say
As a sprinkle of rain came down upon this special day
It seemed to have a message, but I couldn’t read its mind
But it made me smile, because it seemed so kind
It rested on a bird feeder, staring in at me
What could it be thinking, what could it be
Perhaps it was wondering if I knew Pigeon Talk
Or if I was pigeon toed and could I do a Pigeon walk
Pigeons aren’t known by many as the most beautiful bird
Yet as I looked out the window, that statement seemed so absurd
Because I saw the beauty inside as the pigeon looked back at me
What makes something beautiful, is the beauty only you can see
Some never see it right in front of their eyes
Right there in plain sight without even a disguise
As the pigeon stared in at me, I was staring too
I wondered of its thoughts and exactly what it knew
Never take for granted the things that are there
Open up your senses and tune in to be aware
The day I saw the pigeon, I was touched by the way it reacted to my stare back at it. Just like people have their own ways, so do birds and animals. They should not be taken lightly, for they are part of this world too.
A pigeon stared at me from outside the window
Moving its head from side to side as if to say hello
I wonder what it was thinking or what it had to say
As a sprinkle of rain came down upon this special day
It seemed to have a message, but I couldn’t read its mind
But it made me smile, because it seemed so kind
It rested on a bird feeder, staring in at me
What could it be thinking, what could it be
Perhaps it was wondering if I knew Pigeon Talk
Or if I was pigeon toed and could I do a Pigeon walk
Pigeons aren’t known by many as the most beautiful bird
Yet as I looked out the window, that statement seemed so absurd
Because I saw the beauty inside as the pigeon looked back at me
What makes something beautiful, is the beauty only you can see
Some never see it right in front of their eyes
Right there in plain sight without even a disguise
As the pigeon stared in at me, I was staring too
I wondered of its thoughts and exactly what it knew
Never take for granted the things that are there
Open up your senses and tune in to be aware
The day I saw the pigeon, I was touched by the way it reacted to my stare back at it. Just like people have their own ways, so do birds and animals. They should not be taken lightly, for they are part of this world too.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Remembering Mom With Love
© 2001 by Bud Lemire
With her final breath, and a tear from her eye
Her spiritual presence, took flight to the sky
To the place called Heaven, where we all go
She’s earned a special place there, this I truly know
She shared her gift of life and love, with us all
Until the time came, for her to answer the call
We shall remember, all she shared in the past
And the memories of these times, will always last
The memories when she sang to us, when we felt fear
We always felt so calm, when she was always near
The games we played, that were so much fun
It never really mattered who lost or who won
The pictures of the many faces, that she always drew
And the beautiful handwriting, that each of us knew
All the family stories, that she loved to tell
For me, I can still hear the ringing of her bell
I was her closest friend, when nobody else was here
I knew when she was happy, I knew her greatest fear
I’ve always called it home, because we were never apart
I knew she loved each of her children, with all of her heart
I hope everyone knows, I gave her the best care that I knew
Maybe I could’ve tried harder, but I did what I could do
I wish I could have done more, but she accepted me for being me
She always appreciated all I did do, and all that I could be
She was a warm and caring person, a Mother we all love
She earned a place in Heaven, with the Angels up above
As we journey in this life, one thing we all must know
She’ll always be in our memories and hearts, wherever we may go
I truly believe the love that we share with her, never really dies
Our spiritual bond with her lasts forever, that is the family ties
Her journey continues in Heaven, but her love is felt forever
With her final breath, and a tear from her eye
Her spiritual presence, took flight to the sky
To the place called Heaven, where we all go
She’s earned a special place there, this I truly know
She shared her gift of life and love, with us all
Until the time came, for her to answer the call
We shall remember, all she shared in the past
And the memories of these times, will always last
The memories when she sang to us, when we felt fear
We always felt so calm, when she was always near
The games we played, that were so much fun
It never really mattered who lost or who won
The pictures of the many faces, that she always drew
And the beautiful handwriting, that each of us knew
All the family stories, that she loved to tell
For me, I can still hear the ringing of her bell
I was her closest friend, when nobody else was here
I knew when she was happy, I knew her greatest fear
I’ve always called it home, because we were never apart
I knew she loved each of her children, with all of her heart
I hope everyone knows, I gave her the best care that I knew
Maybe I could’ve tried harder, but I did what I could do
I wish I could have done more, but she accepted me for being me
She always appreciated all I did do, and all that I could be
She was a warm and caring person, a Mother we all love
She earned a place in Heaven, with the Angels up above
As we journey in this life, one thing we all must know
She’ll always be in our memories and hearts, wherever we may go
I truly believe the love that we share with her, never really dies
Our spiritual bond with her lasts forever, that is the family ties
Her journey continues in Heaven, but her love is felt forever
Aronsons Island
By Bud Lemire on June 10, 2010
A Baltimore Oriole, Rose Breasted Grosbeak, or a Cedar Waxwing
Are on Aronsons Island and you can hear them sing
So much to see if you are aware
A Brown Thrasher and woodpecker are even found there
A Yellow Warbler, Barn & Tree Swallows, and the Killdeer
Beautiful is their song as it comes upon your ear
The Canadian Goose, and the Great Blue Heron can be found
If you listen real closely, you can hear them around
Butterflies can be seen on a warm summer day
When flowers are in bloom and they like to play
A Green Leaper is there, which is a frog
The island is a great place to walk your dog
A bike path leads right to the end
It’s a wonderful place to take a friend
Walk along the shore, take in the scene
On Lake Michigan, where the trees are so green
Escanaba’s Waterfront, what a beautiful sight
I’ve even seen some people flying a kite
People go there to swim, some go to fish
Possibly a walk, or anything else that you wish
You can launch your boat on the island too
There’s so much at the island that you can do
I make it a daily event to go to Aronsons Island when the warm weather is here. It brings me peace to see all the wonderful creatures that come there. The beauty there is always found, and the songs of the birds are always around. I try to capture what I can with my camera, but some things must be experienced right on the spot.
A Baltimore Oriole, Rose Breasted Grosbeak, or a Cedar Waxwing
Are on Aronsons Island and you can hear them sing
So much to see if you are aware
A Brown Thrasher and woodpecker are even found there
A Yellow Warbler, Barn & Tree Swallows, and the Killdeer
Beautiful is their song as it comes upon your ear
The Canadian Goose, and the Great Blue Heron can be found
If you listen real closely, you can hear them around
Butterflies can be seen on a warm summer day
When flowers are in bloom and they like to play
A Green Leaper is there, which is a frog
The island is a great place to walk your dog
A bike path leads right to the end
It’s a wonderful place to take a friend
Walk along the shore, take in the scene
On Lake Michigan, where the trees are so green
Escanaba’s Waterfront, what a beautiful sight
I’ve even seen some people flying a kite
People go there to swim, some go to fish
Possibly a walk, or anything else that you wish
You can launch your boat on the island too
There’s so much at the island that you can do
I make it a daily event to go to Aronsons Island when the warm weather is here. It brings me peace to see all the wonderful creatures that come there. The beauty there is always found, and the songs of the birds are always around. I try to capture what I can with my camera, but some things must be experienced right on the spot.
After School
By Bud Lemire on June 19, 2010
Who could have seen, who would have known
The future before us, how much we have grown
Time moves around us, we move ahead
We change with time, going where we’re lead
Some of us get married, start a family
Others are lead elsewhere, in our destiny
We find that life, takes all we can give
The more that we do, the easier it is to live
School is done, but your lessons have just begun
An adventurous journey, until your life is done
You see school was only the beginning of the class
You’ll see life differently as it goes flying past
You’ll see your dreams come true
And what you can accomplish too
Those you looked up to will pass away
You’ll be the one with an important role to play
Your appearance will change with age
Chapters of your life, moving page by page
Experience and wisdom will make a better you
When you find that life begins…After School
I find that you can learn a lot in school, but I find that after Graduation, we begin a journey that teaches us so much more about life and how things are suppose to be. We learn about the real world so much more, and the people around us. Our wild days are over and we must take responsibility for others. But deep inside our hearts and souls remain the same, even when our bodies age and change in appearance.
Who could have seen, who would have known
The future before us, how much we have grown
Time moves around us, we move ahead
We change with time, going where we’re lead
Some of us get married, start a family
Others are lead elsewhere, in our destiny
We find that life, takes all we can give
The more that we do, the easier it is to live
School is done, but your lessons have just begun
An adventurous journey, until your life is done
You see school was only the beginning of the class
You’ll see life differently as it goes flying past
You’ll see your dreams come true
And what you can accomplish too
Those you looked up to will pass away
You’ll be the one with an important role to play
Your appearance will change with age
Chapters of your life, moving page by page
Experience and wisdom will make a better you
When you find that life begins…After School
I find that you can learn a lot in school, but I find that after Graduation, we begin a journey that teaches us so much more about life and how things are suppose to be. We learn about the real world so much more, and the people around us. Our wild days are over and we must take responsibility for others. But deep inside our hearts and souls remain the same, even when our bodies age and change in appearance.
Connecting with the old and new
Facebook is the place for you
All your interests on display
Responses made on every day
Groups and friends are all found there
There’s so much more that you can share
Pictures, music, and videos too
They’re all there especially for you
Your own profile is your special place
While the News Feed is the latest news space
Some people like to play a game
But for me that’s not my aim
I love interacting with my friends there
And reading all the comments so I’m aware
I’ll send a heart to someone I know
Or some Mystic Art that captures the soul
I’ll share my photos so my friends can see
Exactly what I’m doing with my photography
Oh it’s great to share and it’s fun to look
And visit my friends who are at Facebook
I’ve been enjoying Facebook, and all the friends that are near and far . It’s a great way to keep in touch with friends and family. It’s a great way for long lost friends and family to find you. I love the latest news on music, authors, and all the things I enjoy.
I Love Music
By Bud Lemire on May 2, 2009
I love music, and it’s music that I play
Helps me through, no matter what the day
And it’s music that I love to explore
It’s what you may hear when you pass my door
Music, gentle and soft as a butterfly in the air
Rock and Roll, that has your feet moving everywhere
Oldies from the past that take you back in time
I have so much music in the library of my mind
What would we do without music, I really dread to think
To us who are human, it’s the Heavenly link
It touches us deeply, right into our soul
I love hearing music wherever I go
It expresses how we feel, with the words we hear
It calms us into peacefulness, when we’re feeling fear
For me it’s like life, I want to explore everything
And feel the feelings, that each song will bring
I surround myself with music, I surround myself with love
While the music plays inside my head, the birds fly up above
I love music, it’s what I’ve always known
I grew up with music, and still love it fully grown
Listen to the music, let it take you where you want it to
I know that is what my music will always do
I love music! Mom sang to us as kids, which started the music inside of us. Grandma played the piano and taught others how to play right here in Escanaba. She played during the silent film days. My sister Jeannie played the piano and guitar, and even had an album out a long time ago. My brother Clyde, played Tuba and Bass for many years. Me, I love music of all kinds, and can not get enough of what I love so very much. I write the poems, which could be put to music. Poems are songs without the music. I love sharing music and my poetry, because I think everyone should enjoy them. Life is too short not to enjoy that which is music to our ears. Let the music play on, and enjoy the memories they bring.
I love music, and it’s music that I play
Helps me through, no matter what the day
And it’s music that I love to explore
It’s what you may hear when you pass my door
Music, gentle and soft as a butterfly in the air
Rock and Roll, that has your feet moving everywhere
Oldies from the past that take you back in time
I have so much music in the library of my mind
What would we do without music, I really dread to think
To us who are human, it’s the Heavenly link
It touches us deeply, right into our soul
I love hearing music wherever I go
It expresses how we feel, with the words we hear
It calms us into peacefulness, when we’re feeling fear
For me it’s like life, I want to explore everything
And feel the feelings, that each song will bring
I surround myself with music, I surround myself with love
While the music plays inside my head, the birds fly up above
I love music, it’s what I’ve always known
I grew up with music, and still love it fully grown
Listen to the music, let it take you where you want it to
I know that is what my music will always do
I love music! Mom sang to us as kids, which started the music inside of us. Grandma played the piano and taught others how to play right here in Escanaba. She played during the silent film days. My sister Jeannie played the piano and guitar, and even had an album out a long time ago. My brother Clyde, played Tuba and Bass for many years. Me, I love music of all kinds, and can not get enough of what I love so very much. I write the poems, which could be put to music. Poems are songs without the music. I love sharing music and my poetry, because I think everyone should enjoy them. Life is too short not to enjoy that which is music to our ears. Let the music play on, and enjoy the memories they bring.
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