More Or Les

More Or Les
   By Bud Lemire on Feb 19, 2009

 
He is Les, but he gives so much more
His caring ways are hard for him to ignore
You can see him helping Jeannette around
Driving her many places, all over town
 He makes buttons from pictures that you own
If you want one made, you’re not alone
Stick it where you want, right on your coat
A favorite relative, or maybe a famous quote
 He once saw some ducks and thought of me
Said “this is a place Bud should be”
Not long after, I showed up out of nowhere
And he took a picture of me taking a picture there
 I see him often walking around down at the park
I’m sure he sees the beauty found there at every mark
He’s a pleasant man who’s willing to help out
Of this I’m sure you’ll agree, there is no doubt
 So with this poem, I’m giving Les some hype
Yes, you know the man, he’s the one Mr.Yeip
For always putting one foot forward and doing his best
I like to think of him as…..More Or Les

Here’s one for you Les Yeip, because you care enough to take the time to help others

More Than Meets The Eye

More Than Meets The Eye

by Bud Lemire on March 27, 2003

There's more than meets the eye

Take a look and see

You never see the wind as it passes by

But it blows against the tree

Then there is the virus, catching us all unaware

We don't see it coming, but we feel it's there

Some things will make us sick, others make us high

So many things, that never meets the eye

Do you believe in Angels, because of what others say

And that you will be answered, each time that you pray

Sometimes the answers, are not noticed but they're there

Just like our breathing, of a warm breath of fresh air

Sometimes the solutions, are hidden very deep

Right behind some promises, that were meant to keep

Then there are times, when we miss them all

Signs that appear, but we feel they are too small

Feel with your heart and soul, miracles all around

Listen with your inner mind, and they will be found

Open up your spirit, to all things that you try

And you'll find, there's More Than Meets The Eye

Morning Crisis

by Bud Lemire on Oct 4, 2007

Helpless to rise, she's given a nudge
She opens one eye, but can barely budge
"Oh please not again, just let me stay"
"Oh Mother, let me sleep, please go away"

She rolls over, to go back to sleep
Another nudge comes, and also a beep
She decides is is time, for her to get up
I don't want it harder, enough is enough

"Oh what should I wear, what feels good on me?"
"What will others say, when they look and they see?"
"I guess I'll try each, and see what I'll wear"
"Now if I knew, what to do with my hair"

Her Mother looks in, to see if she's ready or not
"I guess I should be thankful, for what I've got"
So she gets ready and sits and watches TV
"I wonder what this day, holds for me"

Morning From Hell

Morning From Hell

by Bud Lemire on March 11, 2004

It was the morning from hell

I sure couldn't tell

The night went so well

I was caught in a quell

I felt a weight

Couldn't open the gate

I tried my best

But felt I gave less

Through the long night

My time off was my light

Just to get home

To be all alone

The call came in the night

I didn't use my second sight

To see how it would be

In the morning for me

Reliability wasn't there

Some people are unfair

Jobs, they don't care

Teamwork, they must share

Nobody came

Was I to blame

Under pressure at work

I felt like a jerk

Nothing turned out

I just wanted to shout

I called people on the list

And then shook my fist

How could this happen to me

I tried my best to be

Then a call I sent, came through

She was old, yet she was new

I stayed to help, awhile longer

Wanted to leave, I didn't belong there

I questioned my action

Couldn't get satisfaction

Did I really do right

When the call came that night

I should have called for help

At that moment, help myself

But my decision was made

And for that, I had paid

It was the morning from hell

Now you know it as well

Being a nurses aide isn't easy.

And when someone doesn't come on when it's their shift.

It makes it harder for the rest of us to carry more than our own load.

People should be responsible for doing their own work.

Morning In Montesano

Morning In Montesano

by by Bud Lemire on Aug 15, 2003

It was the fog, that hid some of the trees

Sun shining from above, with a slight cool breeze

Like a painting, you'd see on TV

Taking in the beauty, of the scenery

Cats are crossing, down the street

As I pedal along, with my feet

At the Courthouse, sprinklers shooting high

On my bicycle, as I'm riding by

I come to main street, and look both ways

Taking in the view, lit by the sun rays

I pedal down to Cedar Street, and turn right

Then I turn left on River Road, as I take in the sight

Just a few more pedals, and I'll soon be there

I've reached my destination, as I stop to stare

I hop off the bike, and look around once more

Morning In Montesano, a look through Heaven's Door

I wrote this after riding my bicycle to work one day

when I lived in Montesano Washington.

Mother Earth's Embrace

Mother Earth's Embrace

by Bud Lemire on Oct 17, 2006

Lightning flashes, followed by a thunderous sound

While the thunder is felt, shaking the ground

Colors of light, flashing everywhere

While we sat under a tree there

Holding hands as our lips meet

The warmth of our bodies bring on the heat

The devil inside has been set free

As your mischievous love is set loose on me

Lightning keeps flashing, our union’s complete

Two souls as one, while our bodies meet

I’m inside of you, you’re inside of me

On my back on the ground, you’re riding me slowly

I look up at your body, and it was no surprise

To see your beautiful body, and the glow in your eyes

You moved very deep, as your muscles grip tight

Your body wrapped in…a rainbow colored light

A love that was lost, so long ago

Is met in this moment, in a sensual glow

Dancing atop me, it’s seen in your face

A spiritual lover, in Mother Earth’s Embrace

Sometimes it's nice to explore different kinds of poetry.

This one explores my sensual side.

I am human, and have to release that side as well. Hope you like it.

Mother Knows

Mother Knows

by Bud Lemire on Oct 29, 2013

From the Other Side, Mother knows

She knows exactly where my love goes

She knows who belongs with me

From where she is, she can see

Our souls are together throughout each day

The love we share will never go away

For it is the deepest part of our soul

We are always one, forever so

Like two peas in a pod

Touched by the hand of God

Time and distance aren't in our way

We share the deepest love night and day

The souls on Earth we saw depart

Guide us because they know our heart

To the One that is right

So we can embrace their light

I see and feel her soul

All the time and so I know

She brought our love together

Thank you Mom, she's the greatest treasure

For my Sweet lady of love, Vicki

Mount Rainier

Mount Rainier

by Bud Lemire on July 27, 2003

It was a sunny day, on a trip to Mount Rainier

The beauty to see, had a mystical atmosphere

Our first south view, was from the Paradise side

We looked and saw climbers, both far and wide

Then it was a long ride, as we kept the Mountain in sight

We got to Sunrise, and the sun was shining bright

I was sun-burnt, as I made a chipmunk my friend

And I walked in some snow, because it was my trend

Looking up, from where we were at

We saw more climbers, on a snowy path

Feeding the gray jays, with popcorn from the car

Throwing it out the window, it wasn't very far

We returned to the place, where we began

Packwood, with Rainier in the distance, and a good plan

We met with my cousin, whom I never met before

Who shared with me, some family history lore

It was quite a trip, the day we came here

And took in the beauty, of the great Mount Rainier

Moving Ahead

Moving Ahead
By Bud Lemire on Dec 19, 2009

 As we move ahead out of 2009
We leave a year of special events behind
We begin another year 2010
I start mine as usual with a pen
 2009 has so many special memories for me
It showed me of a “Summer Of Love” eternally
A new red bike so my feet won’t be sore
And the many memories too special to ignore
 Another adventure in life is about to start
The journey of the soul will play a special part
It will take me far from where I am
And I’ll grow into a stronger man
 I haven’t a clue where I will go
I don’t think anyone does know
But I’m open to wherever it will be
For I know it’s written in my destiny
 More photos to take, and more poetry
Enjoying the scenery with all I can see
Moving ahead into a New Year
Maybe I’ll start it off with a Root Beer

Wishing everyone a Happy New Year as you move ahead into a New Year

filled with many things to explore. I know I will be.

Music Makes Me

Music Makes Me

by Bud Lemire on Feb 21, 2012

Music makes me happy

Music makes me sad

Music makes me feel groovy

And sometimes even mad

Music gets me dancing

Music makes me think

Music makes me hungry

And sometimes want a drink

Music makes me think of all the days gone by

But most of all...music makes me high

Music Messages From A Cloud

Music Messages From A Cloud

by Bud Lemire on Dec 13, 2012

High up on the cloud she was quite aware

Of the music messages that the spirits share

She listened as she floated up there

Writing down the words that came from everywhere

What do they mean, she wondered out loud

As she floated happily, way up on that cloud

“I'll figure them out, find meaning in their words”

All around her soul there flew these rainbow birds

They seemed to sing songs in a colorful note

As her eyes were closed while messages she wrote

A smile on her face with a wonderful sensation

She thought “I wonder if he feels this state of elation?”

Famous singers, musicians from long ago

Sent messages to her mind, many you would know

John Lennon, and Elvis Presley's “Teddy Bear”

Franki Valli Of the Four Seasons also sent some there

Many other song titles, roamed within her mind

As I helped her search them out, wondering what we'd find

She danced upon the cloud, as the music played

Thinking of the singers, and the music that they made

*Frank Valli is still alive

 

For Vicki, who is wonderful in so many ways

 

Must Go

Must Go

© by Bud Lemire on Dec 28, 2015

When the leftovers have outstayed their welcome on the shelf

It's time for someone to take action, possibly yourself

Eat it up quickly, surely you should know

Before the food goes bad, it “Must Go”

Do it before you have anything new

Or the food will look gross, and smell awful too

Then you'll have wasted the food that you bought

Better to think wisely, and act with that thought

It's time to have a “Must Go” meal tonight

Down to your stomach, out of mind, out of sight

That wasn't so bad, and what a great taste

The food that had sat there, didn't go to waste

Check the expiration date, in case it “Must Go”

Eat it for supper, before the mold starts to show

Don't fill up your garbage with food that's gone bad

Have a “Must Go” meal, that's what I just had

Look through your refigerator, see what is there

Look closely at what is wrapped everywhere

If you see something that needs attention, you'll know

It's time to have a supper, with another “Must Go”

We always called them leftovers, but recently I've heard

people calling them “Must Go.” I decided it would make

a great poem. We all have thrown out food that could have

been saved if only we remembered and noticed it was there.

Sometimes I think we spend more money than we need to,

and there is always something that “Must Go.” So go look

over your refrigerator and see if there is something that

“Must Go” tonight.

My 1,000th Poem

By Bud Lemire on April 2nd, 2007

 

This is my 1,000th poem
I didn’t get this far alone
You the reader, kept me going strong
Being supportive of me all along

Thank you for bringing me this far
Your comments make me feel like a star
The best I can do, is to share my poems with you
In my poems, a piece of my soul comes through

Your appreciation touches my soul
I thank you for always letting me know
So that through my poems I can grow
And it’ll help you in your lifetime role

In future poems, I’ll pick subjects that’s guide
With issues that will touch you deep down inside
I’ll pick people who deserve to be written about
Give you confidence, leaving you without any doubt

I hope you continue to enjoy the poems I write
In the process you’ll get to know my soul’s light
I’ll carry on, writing them as they come to me
And put them in a place for you to see

Thank you so very much for being the source of my motivation.

I thank both those in spirit, and those here on Earth,

who have been there with me guiding me and supporting me.

My Baha’i Girl

My Baha’i Girl

by Bud Lemire Jan 31, 2007

She’s my Baha’i girl
Always rocking my world
Making each day better than the one before
Picking up new things, perfecting the spirit even more

Learning more with each passing stage
Souls within, as our bodies age
She blesses me from the Universal Soul
And it causes my emotions to go out of control

She touches me with the words she uses
Both of us are winners, nobody loses
Her humor is so much like mine
I laugh when she types in a line

We rode together upon a dark horse
Cuddled quite close without any force
Free flowing of the soul and the mind
Spiritual vibrations of the Heavenly kind

She’s My Baha’i  Girl
Making it a better world
With her it’s always a pleasure
To behold such a divine treasure

My Birthday Angel

My Birthday Angel

© by Bud Lemire on Nov 16, 2014

Celebrating the day of your birth

Let me tell you of your worth

So sweet and so kind

Oh how I love your mind

You are the love I've always dreamed of

When you give, it's the best of your love

Beautiful in every way I know

And how I love your soul

An Angel that was born on Earth

Somehow grew wings following her birth

Her light shines wherever she goes

Shining everywhere, not only God knows

Touching those with her light and her love

Her smiling face is all I can think of

For her touch has reached my very soul

She's my Twin Flame, so I ought to know

Oh Birthday Angel, on those beautiful wings

For you my heart and soul sings

To have your love is a dream come true

I love everything you say and do

Happy Birthday Vicki, my Angel!

My Birthday Time

My Birthday Time

by Bud Lemire on Jan 22, 2005

You ask me how was My Birthday Time

I celebrated it with and family, and friends of mine

There were several gifts, and there was a cake

And precious moments for my memory's sake

There were peaceful times spent in solitude

That would touch upon my every mood

There was an inner peace, that I found when I was alone

When all the thoughts I had, I could call my own

There were time, when changes came

I was a little worried, life wasn't the same

But I knew within, that my spirit was strong

For within the silence, I heard the Angel's song

It was sung by those, who embraced the light

As we joined together, to make all things right

Brightest light shining, on all it can be

Birthday candles burning, on my destiny

I know not my future, or what it will bring

But I know how I feel, when the Angels sing

I hope I answered your question, about My Birthday Time

It's always amazing, when you're one with the divine

If by chance you wondered how my birthday went,

this is the answers that came to me.

My Birthday

My Birthday

by Bud Lemire on Jan 21, 2014

Today is my birthday, a special day for me

Another day older, and happy to be

For throughout each year, there is so much to learn

Every path that we travel, and at every turn

Another year wiser, another year blessed

In the company of friends that I call the best

Another year of the best love I know

Touching me deep, within my soul

A year to see more beauty, everywhere I go

That touches my spirit in the ever flow

All things that are, all things that will be

The butterfly, the dragonfly, flying so free

Life is too short, not to enjoy everything in each day

You can find good in it, if you look at it that way

I flow with the feel, and feel with the flow

And get the most out of it, with all that I know

What is time, but the slow moving hand

Or the minutes that fall, like grains of sand

Cherish the people and the company you keep

For their time is limited, and their value is deep

As I celebrate my day, the day I was born

I think of those who were tattered and torn

Then I realize how good I have it here

So I can enjoy my birthday every day of the year

Each Birthday that comes means another year of

doing my best in everything I can do. Sharing laughs

and good times with friends. Sharing love with those

I love. And being born all over again.

My Brother Terry

My Brother Terry

June 2, 2011 by Bud Lemire

Always a good Samaritan, he was a special soul

Someone you felt was a good person to know

Guided by his heart, he'd always tell it like it is

It was a special quality, that was especially his

Now he's in the Spirit World, carrying on his trait

Because for some reason...Heaven couldn't wait

He loved dogs, and there he's sure to see

Two great family pets, Barney and Toby

Mom is there, as well as other relatives too

Probably many of them that you never knew

I'm sure they have pool tables, so you can shoot some pool

Or play a game of cribbage, now that would be so cool

If you see me taking pictures, smile down on me from a cloud

Because you got me started, and I'll always make you proud

I know you have many things to adjust to, so I think I'll stop here

But remember you're invited to the family gatherings that happen every year

Terry, I loved you more than I could ever say. I admired you for all the things you've done. Before I was born, you helped our family survive hard times by giving your “shoe shining” money to help with the groceries and other bills. You gave me my first camera and from there, it brought me to where I am today. You said being here on Earth was like being in “friggin' Hell.” Well, dear brother, you've been promoted to Heaven. I know your life will be much better there. As for us, we'll think of you often and remember the kind soul who we were fortunate to have known as our brother Terry.

My Cloud

My Cloud

by Bud Lemire on Oct 22, 2004

Lounging in my apartment chair

Clad only in my underwear

My body breathes in and out

My mind wanders without doubt

I am free to do my thing

I can dance and I can sing

Those dirty dishes will have to wait

While I close my eyes and concentrate

I know the kitchen table is a mess

But first there's something else I must address

I calm my spirit, and wander far

And strum so lightly, on my guitar

I meet others, who show up here

I listen to, all things they fear

I take them up, onto my cloud

Where happy feelings, are allowed

They take in the beauty that's found

And they feel good and dance around

Butterflies circle, around in the air

All kinds of animals, are also there

All disappears, there's a ringing in my mind

Who could be calling me, at this time

I get up to answer the phone

I wish those telemarketers would leave me alone

My Cousin Arthur

My Cousin Arthur

by Bud Lemire on Jan 20, 2004

I remembered the times, you stopped to see Mom and me

You were a wonderful man, and it was easy to see

You had a way about you, putting others at ease

A gentle calming presence, like a warm soothing breeze

Your Mom was a JOINT, my Grandpa was one too

The same ancestors blood, is in me and in you

I've researched them, and know them quite well

We share in the stories, that I love to tell

I remember one visit, one time that you came

A surprise hallway greeting, you called out Grandpa's name

You said the likeness, resembled him so

Of your Uncle Adrien, that you use to know

You're not the first, to say that to me

Others look at me, and it's him that they see

It's the way it startled you, and what you said

Like maybe you thought, he came back from the dead

You're a caring husband, wonderful father, and special brother

A friend who cares, and a cousin unlike any other

This is a poem, I wrote especially for you

For all that you are, and all that you do

This one is for my Cousin Arthur Bourdlais, who lives in

Menominee, Michigan. He's been a great friend as well

as a cousin, Thank you Art!

My Dad

My Dad
2003 by Bud Lemire

Marquette, on Lake Superior, in nineteen hundred and seven
Was the birthplace of my Dad, but now he lives in Heaven
Born to parents with origins going back to France
An old barn, now collapsed, is where he loved to dance

Freezing were the winters, bringing so much snow
Cardboard boxes down the hill, at thirty degrees below
Summers found him fishing down there by the lake
Then there was the moonshine that his relatives use to make

When he turned into a man, he started a family
Two daughters born, they were Dottie and Nancy
Things didn’t work right, a union turned to misery
So he was divorced to follow his destiny

Drinking played a big role, causing his family pain
Once he woke up in North Dakota, when he worked on the crane
I remember his temper, and how he’d let it go
It bothered me as a child, but I never let him know

The doctors told him to cut out his drinking trend
Or surely it would cause his entire life to end
He had many warnings, but still he never quit
Until he got much older, the wheelchair is where he’d sit

I came to know him better, without alcohol on his brain
A wonderful man inside, when he was feeling sane
Our friendship grew in his later days of life
He was married to my Mother, who was his second wife
We shared reading books, Doc Savage and The Shadow all the time
They fought so many villains, who paid for all their crimes

I shall always cherish the times when he was near
Many times I still wish, that he was still here
Although we were quite different, I loved him very much
“Dad, I’m so glad you were here, so I could feel your touch

In memory of my Dad, Clarence Leo Lemire Dec 21, 1907 - March 9, 1990

My Eskymobile

My Eskymobile
By Bud Lemire on March 13, 2010

 As we spring ahead, memories take me back in time
To the places I use to be, now residing in my mind
The people and the places, everything that was there
Thoughts that bring me back, are some that I will share
 Waiting for the weather to warm, so I could ride my bike
The wind blowing through my hair, is something that I like
Life couldn’t be any better, thanks to my dear old Dad
He’d put together a bike, and paint it, which wasn’t too bad
 He’d paint it any color, any color that I’d like
I ended up with an orange and black colored bike
I called it my Eskymobile after our school colors here
Being classed as an Eskymo made it easier to steer
 Proud to show my bike off, on a warm summer day
Thankful to my Dad, for making it that way
My friends thought it awesome, for Dad to make it so unique
Every now and then though, the bike would spring a leak
 Dad would patch it up, and soon I’d be back out
Riding it all over Escanaba, taking every route
Checking out each neighborhood, as I rode around
My bike was so quiet, it hardly made a sound
It took me many places, and gave me so much joy
A happy memory, that I remember as a boy

Thank you Dad! For making memories that bring a smile to my face whenever they come to mind.

My Friend John

My Friend John

by Bud Lemire on April 5, 2012

I met you in the Escanaba Taxi several years ago

That was the beginning because one day I'd know

The caring man man with the humorous side

An intelligent guy who held a smile so wide

When we played dice, and you joined in the game

With your presence, it just wasn't the same

You'd sing a song, with each shake you took

Then we'd all stop and take a look

You weren't afraid to take chances on every turn

It's just like life, because that's how we learn

I remember one night I played the TV Themes for Tony and you

You were guessing the classics, there was so much you knew

I saw you playing Scrabble alone late at night

I'd stop in to say hello and see if everything was alright

You spent many nights playing Hangman with me

On your turn you always had a special category

You were coughing a lot and falling down

The smiling face was now wearing a frown

I recall one night when you fell from your chair

You were lost in your thoughts that you would share

I knew you've been thinking of your life here

Yet somehow you always seemed to conquer your fear

You fought every challenge that came your way

I'll remember you John, as I do every day

Life can be painful, and we each have a choice

When making decisions, wait, do I hear a voice?

“It's alright little pilgrim, I have no more pain”

I know it was John Hyry, yet it sounded like John Wayne

He sits with Angels in the Heavenly place

I see images of him with a smiling face

Dedicated to my friend John Hyry, who lived down the hallway from me.

I first met John when he brought me home in the Escanaba Taxi from Elmer's to unload my groceries.

I use to see him riding his bike all around town.

When he moved into the Harbor Tower, we played dice, Hangman, and Scrabble.

I shall miss you my friend, but I know you are in a much better place, Heaven.

My Friend Lee

My Friend Lee

July 13, 2011 by Bud Lemire

Lee was in town to visit his Mother

He wasn't alone, he brought his brother

Fred is a lifelong friend, like a brother in every way

A stroke hit him hard, but he's doing well today

Behind Fred's gentle smile is a kind and gentle soul

Someone who everyone would love to know

Log Rolling buddies from years ago

Now traveling together in a Lumberjack Show

I knew Lee back in our school years, he's been a good friend

I have memories of conversations we had back then

He now lives in Florida and has a family there

You might even see him if he comes to your Fair

One Sunday afternoon we got together

He picked me up, we had warm weather

A handshake in greeting, it was 33 years ago

He said I looked the same only older, which I know

He told me he saw I had a glow all around me

And all of our friends would be drawn to what they see

He said what I do for everyone is quite a lot

Sharing area photos of beauty is what I brought

Lee wrote a song, and it was played on the radio while he was here

He played it for me, it was the “Whiskey Blues” that ran through my ear

We parted with a handshake, but it meant a lot to me

To have had a good visit with my friend and Classmate Lee

Thanks Lee (LeCaptain), for taking the time to get together with me

and catching up on the thirty three years that life had taken us.

It was great to hear your input on life, and just to laugh and enjoy the visit.

My Friend

My Friend

2002 by Bud Lemire

I would like to thank my friend, who knows me well

Who listens to my every word, and all I have to tell

When there is nobody else around, my friend is here

Listening to my thoughts, and knows my every fear

When I am feeling, that I am in a black hole

My friend always finds a way, to uplift my soul

And always knows the right time, and what to do

And knows the right action, and how to get through

My friend is very special, and is very giving

And is always helping others, to keep on living

By sending or giving something, to make their day

And has a special manner, and has a special way

My friend has done so much for me, with these words I say

Words can not say enough, so I thank God when I pray

I can't even think of my life's journey, without my friend nearby

My friend was around to comfort me, when I had to cry

I would like to thank my friend, from deep within my heart

For always being there for me, and playing a special part

Although my friend's name, isn't listed in these words or within each letter

My friend will know who I mean, when I say that nobody does it better

This is for Bob Miller, who's been my friend in this life, and remains

my friend from the Spirit World as well. I shared many things with him,

and he always told me, Nobody would know.

He was the Nobody who was a real Somebody.

Thanks Bob, for being a great friend.