The Kitchen Tool

 

The Kitchen Tool

© by Bud Lemire on Aug 30, 2020

He said it's a war out there, as he handed me a kitchen tool

What was I to do with it, I certainly wasn't a fool

In the kitchen it would be useful, this I know

How can I use it, wherever I should go

Then it dawned on me, the kitchen tool meant much more

A symbol of hope, as I walked through every door

Survival is when, we use every tool that we can

To make it through the years, within our lifespan

Tools can be wisdom, knowing what is right

To help us in the darkness, it can be a flashlight

The knowledge in knowing, exactly the right words to say

And using these words, to make it through each day

In knowing, the right things that I can do

Making each day, a much better you

The tools that surround you, might not be seen

Yet you have the vision, to see what's in between

When he handed me the kitchen tool, it was a lesson

To take every moment, and cherish it as a blessing

The war that we fight, is surviving each day

Using every tool that we can, in every way

A dream I had recently, influenced me to write this poem.

A man, who was my boss in the dream, handed me a kitchen

tool. I walked with it in the dark. As I looked it over, I realized

what it meant. It was a symbol, that with each moment of our

life, we learn to use the tools that we were given at birth. All

that we have learned through the years, are tools to help us

make it through our lives. That kitchen tool wasn't meant just

for the kitchen, but to help me through my life, and it has.

Perception Of The Soul

 

Perception Of The Soul

© by Bud Lemire on Aug 13, 2020

As I get older, the way I see things change

The way I once saw them, seem kind of strange

I know it's my perception, and who I am today

When I was younger, I saw them a different way

Things that I valued, through the many years

Can be gotten rid of, without causing any tears

I also realize, how short life can be

You can always look, but you can't always see

Take a closer look, see it with your soul

Understand what's there, let it make you whole

You live your life, and you need to make a living

With your soul, you share what you are giving

It's how I feel, with nature all around

That's why the Island, is a place I'm usually found

Birds singing in the trees, boats going by

The beauty in each day, is the reason why

It use to be, my younger self's way of seeing

As an older man, I've learned how it is just being

I see things this way, now it is all that I know

It must be that I'm seeing, through the Perception Of The Soul

It's life that changes us. Life is changing all around us.

As we grow older we see things differently. Example: You

can read a book 40 years ago, and read it again today, and

see it in a totally different way. Yet, it is the same book. Or

you might not even want to read that book, because it doesn't

interest you. You may be reading something totally different,

that you never thought you'd ever read. Life is full of changes.

The life around us changes, we change, and people we know change.

In return, through these changes, our perceptions change as well.

My Brother, Rich

 

My Brother, Rich

© by Bud Lemire on Aug 9, 2020

Another brother has left this plane

No longer sick, no longer in pain

I'm taken back to a time long ago

To this same brother, who I came to know

We called him Dick, and each time he'd come to stay

With John and I, he had a nickname to say

John was Pauncho Via, and he called me Deadhead

He would pick us each up, and that's what he said

Athletic, sports was always his aim

He'd take us occasionally, to a baseball game

When he was in Escanaba, he'd get together with Mark

He'd be off with his friends, until long after dark

He's hang out at the Meisner's, where he would stay

Any time he happened, to come up this way

When he attended a Class Reunion, a few years ago

He stopped by to see me, it was a special hello

I recall through the peep hole, I saw a fist

It was my brother Rich, who belonged to that wrist

A gathering at Stonington, was the next place he'd be

Surrounded by family, he was so good to see

A coach and a health teacher, he touched quite a few

He was a brother, that I was so glad I knew

Now he's been taken home, to be with his Mother

I'm proud to say, that he was my brother

He always called me Deadhead when I was young. He

really came a long way in life and accomplished so much.

I'm so happy he stopped to see me at the Harbor Tower.

Now as he makes the transition into spirit. I shall say a prayer

to carry him further into the light, in the presence of his

loved ones there. To know he will be watching over his

loved ones here on Earth, and guiding them with his spiritual

presence. Be aware, a smell, a sound, a memory, that is him.

Believers And Unbelievers

Believers And UnBelievers

© by Bud Lemire on Aug 1, 2020

The world as you know, has gone away

We've awakened to a new world today

Believers and Unbelievers are all around

Where is the truth to be found

Politics versus Medical, get it right

Lies and truth, step into the light

Which one will you choose

Pick the wrong one, and you lose

Wearing masks

is all the Governor asks

Be safe, be well

COVID is hell

You want your freedom, I understand

Unmasked, will see you under a Doctor's hand

Do you really want to take that chance?

It'll be on the Hospital bed, you will dance

The freedom you choose

May cause someone else to lose

Someone who can't breathe

Will be brought to their knees

Then onto their death bed

This is where your choices lead

It could be your brother who passed

COVID won him over at last

Whatever you believe, believe me

The Governor wants everyone to be safe and free

Do you really think the Governor would issue orders

that have no meaning. She thought it over and picked

the best course of action. In her place we would do the

same thing. You choose not to wear a mask, you put

those you love most at risk. I choose to be cautious,

and I'll wear my mask. Because I value my life.