All About Me

This is a chapter that is all about me. I write about others, so these are poems that I wrote about me. This gives you a chance to know the poet and author who writes the poems you are reading.

It gives you an inside look at me from me.

Of course if you have read this far already, you should already have an idea of who I am and how I think, and what I believe.

As life goes, I am still evolving, still changing, still moving forward in life, still learning, as do most of us. I go where my spirit takes me. Sometimes it takes me in all directions.

I am a caring person. I love music of all kinds. I love reading. I love playing games (word games, cards, dice, board games, and trivia). I love certain TV shows. I love letting my imagination go where it wants to go. I love exploring the universe, exploring whatever I am interested in.

I loce birds, dogs, cats and so many other animals. I love butterflies that fly in front of you and when they land on a flower. I love dragonflies also.

I love popcorn at night while watching TV, and I like mine with sliced cheese and apple juice. I love sleeping in on my days off of work. But if the sun is out on a sunny day, I love going out to Aronson Island and around Ludington Park to capture the beauty that is found there so often.

I love Fish on a Friday (especially Whitefish and Salmon).

I love capturing life and nature through the seasons. I love riding my bicycle. I love the Mountains, the rivers, the lakes, the streams. I love trees, their shapes so beautiful. I love that tree on the Western side of the Municipal Dock, by the sidewalk.

I love the sunrise and sunset. I love the clouds as they roll by me out my window. I love the colors and shapes of them and how beautiful they can be in all ways and all settings.

I love life, and most of all I love myself. I always try to honor the man I am by enjoying who I am and valuing those I enjoy being around. I value my friends, and I value those I love.

If ever you are around Escanaba, if I am not working, you'll find me around Aronson Island or Ludington park, on a red bicycle and a camera hanging around my neck. On a warm sunny day I am often down there capturing the beauty that I know so well and have share so often on the Internet.

To read more about my life, read these blogs

My Life's Story

https://budlem1017.blogspot.com/2019/11/my-lifes-story-by-bud-lemire.html?fbclid=IwAR3cw73U4lClgv8IoMnwRn2HnyD3rBQqt8LQMQKQRRlivOahkJNsLfoDsP4

My Life 2

https://budlem2.blogspot.com/2021/12/my-life-2.html

My Life: Fun & Music

https://budlem21.blogspot.com/?fbclid=IwAR1z9YAGDFtJE-STCA8Bcc9x8qPLBCUw8u2ZMes3ejgbhmMtPzrjJbho6a8

Stop by and introduce yourself if you see me. I'd be so happy you did.

Okay, you're ready to read the poems I wrote about me. Here's the index. Poems follow.

10-4 Good Buddy (2012)

A Failure (2004)

A Fish Story (2021)

A Guy Named Bud *(written by Yazza)

A Haircut (2006)

A Simple Man (2009)

A Special Part Of Me (2004)

All In A Year (2017)

Alone On The Couch (2003)

Animal Spirits (2002)

Answers That I Seek (2004)

Apology (2006)

Artichokes And Avocados (2003)

Ashes Of The Past (2005)

At The Top (2016)

At This Door (2004)

Back In Time (2004)

Beyond The Door (2016)

Bud's Spiritual Place (2001)

Captured Moments (2017)

Childhood Memories (2015)

Content (2014)

Every Place (2023)

Fear (2010)

From Album To CD (2020)

From The Heavenly Light (2014)

Good Enough For Me (2012)

Honesty (2011)

Hope In The New Year (2016)

Housework Nightmare (2012)

I Came To See Me (2017)

I Leave Behind (2012)

I'm Afraid Of Needles (2018)

I'm Only Human (2007)

In The Closet (2004)

In The Quiet Of My Mind (2004)

Island Friends (2012)

It Seems Like A Dream (2007)

It's A Place (2004)

It's So Good To Be Me (2006)

Journey From Home (2001)

Laid Back Hippy (2005)

Life & Love (2015)

Life's Celebration (2005)

Life's Procedure (2013)

Life's Spark (2004)

Little Angel On The Bus (2004)

Living In Fear (2021)

Long Ago Happenings (2015)

Looking Back On The Year (2017)

M&M (2019)

Me, In A Nutshell (2017)

Moving Ahead (2009)

Music Makes Me (2012)

My 1,000^th Poem (2007)

My Birthday (2014)

My Birthday Time (2005)

My Childhood (2021)

My Cloud (2004)

My Eskymobile (2010)

My Life's Story (2019)

My Password (2015)

My Photo Book (2020)

My Photographer's Lament (2013)

My Poems (2002)

My Red Bike (2009)

Mysterious Benefactor (2005)

Never Assume (2021)

Offense Is Over The Fence (2021)

One Foot In (2020)

Out Of Focus (2004)

Pea Picking By The Shore (2003)

Pen Pals (1988)

People I Hold Dear (2004)

Politics (2012)

Rainbow Hair (2022)

Reflections In My Glasses (2022)

Restraints Of Freedom (2004)

Retrospective (2016)

Second Grade (2005)

She Cried For Him (2005)

Slower Than Most (2004)

Smile (2002)

Someone To Love (2004)

Someone Took My Picture (2012)

Song In My Heart (2017)

Soul Scream (2005)

Spiritual Budlem (2004)

Spiritual Energy (2006)

Spiritual Tears (2002)

State Of The Heart (2005)

Stranger On A Bike (1993)

The 45's (2021)

The Apartment (2002)

The Blue Screen (2019)

The Boxes (2002)

The Camera Man (2008)

The Gold Box (2004)

The Green Bag (2002)

The Journal Of Life (2015)

The Journey Back In Time (2005)

The Living Game (2004)

The Mind Of A Poet (2001)

The Moments That Lead To The End (2015)

The Pond (2016)

The Popcorn Man (2009)

The Real Me (2014)

The Spirits Whisper (2004)

The Super Yooper Bard (2004)

The Traveler On A Bike (2005)

These Blinking Eyes (2004)

This Man Is Me (2004)

Thunder N' Lightning In March (2002)

Ticks Me Off (2014)

Time Changes Everyone (2004)

Variety (2006)

Washington School (2022)

Watching Me (2016)

Wednesday At Lakeview (2019)

When We Pray (2003)

Where I Belong (2002)

10-4 Good Buddy

I remember back when 10-4 was a popular sign

The C.B. craze was here, and I got mine

To be talking to people like Big Daddy, Blonde Bomber, and Neil To Wheel

Back in the 70's, we chatted for so many hours, it seemed unreal

I remember the words and what everyone said

Moonbeam, Irish Clover, and Fearless Fred

So many people were ones I talked to

If you had a C.B., then it was you

The Communicator, Blue Laker, Skipper, and Running Bear

We'd have a roll call to see who all was there

Turn down your power mic, they would say to me

I'd reply “I don't have one,” and then let it be

Those popular brothers who are Djs today

Were the Pink Panther and Red Baron by the way

Wild Irish, Screwy Louie, and the Sandpiper

Rinkydink, Super Snoop, Silver Springs, and the Cougar

Blue Swede, Eskymo, and the Space Freak

There's so many handles every day of the week

So many locals would Ratchet Jaw with me

Screamon Demon, Black Jack, and Willie Coyote

Big Moose, Henny Penny, and Mr.Magoo

Leprechaun, Double Nickel, and Wild Cat too

Star Trek, Engineer, Matchbox, and the Tookey Bird

Various handles to be called, and these are ones I heard

I'm taken back to those wonderful days

When I chatted with many during the C.B. craze

10-4 Good Buddy, you got a copy on the Shocker,

I was there during that C.B. Craze and I enjoyed all the people I talked to back then.

A Failure

I feel a part of me has died

I failed attempts I should have tried

I failed those I loved the most

Unsteady my soul, I am a ghost

Love brought me to the west

I had love that was the best

I failed fully all of life's test

And made of my life, such a mess

I lost the love because of fear

Because of that I'm leaving here

I don't know just where I belong

Only that I must have done wrong

My heart is aching so very much

It hurts so badly, to the touch

I can hardly think of what to do

Of simple things, that I once knew

Oh comfort me and make me whole

The missing pieces of my soul

A failure to those who see

Look inside and see the real me

I found the real me, and I forgave myself.

I realized I wasn't at fault, because it takes two.

I went on to enjoy life, photography, and love.

A Fish Story

Enjoying fish is what life's about

Whether it be Perch, or it be Trout

Whitefish is among my favorite fish

It doesn't stay long on the dish

I have a taste for Salmon also

These are fish facts, that you should know

Walleye, doesn't do a thing for me

I tried it three times, so I let it be

There is a fish, and I say “Oh God!”

You know it's Friday, when I thank Cod

In Washington State, I had Red Snapper

I'm so glad these fish, come without a wrapper

As a kid, smelt was a favorite to eat

Memories of smelting at Wells, just can't be beat

Most of my family, liked to go fishing

Except me, I picked peas and did a lot of wishing

When Friday comes around

Buying fish is where I'm found

You know it's good for the brain

Think of all the knowledge you can gain

I love my Friday fish. The weekends are

even better when you enjoy what you eat.

A Guy Named Bud

by Yasmine “Yazza” Kennedy

I once knew a guy named Bud La Meare

Or was it a "Le" oh dear, I fear

His unique name ties itself around my tongue

I think I spelled his name wrong

But...I did know a guy named Bud, hmmm...Mair?

All I know is on occasion he'd wear rainbow hair

Oh! I miss funny Bud, and his just as funny name

Without him around, life isn't the same!

This was written by my dear friend Yasmine "Yazza" Kennedy of London, England.

She passed away after a long battle with cancer. Thank you Yazza my Angel!

A Haircut

I need a haircut, my hair's getting long

Give me a violin, and I'll play you a song

Don't need it too long, don't need it too short

Just make it look good, because I'm a good sport

I noticed it's turning mostly gray

Be nice to me and cut that away

Guess that would leave me bald at that

So leave the gray hairs, where they're at

Cut gently around each ear

No blood, no need to fear

On the eye brow, don't take off too much

I like it full, so just a light touch

If you see the hairs that are up my nose

Be careful where your finger goes

Don't need the bangs, I part my hair to the right

Hold up the mirror, I'll take in the sight

On the floor, I see all my hair

Did you leave any hair up there?

Turn my chair so I can see

Oh yes, it still looks like me

I realized I comb my hair back now.

I let it grow long, but I do like to have

a haircut when it gets too long for me

to deal with.

A Simple Man

My life isn’t complicated, I’m a simple man

Just living each day, the best that I can

I appreciate the simple things I see

For they mean everything to me

I don’t need a lot of money to make my day

A great song, a beautiful scene, and I’m okay

The sun shining down, clouds and sky so blue

At the end of a long hot day, taking off my shoe

I look forward to the rising sun

And the sunset when the day is done

The way the sun keeps the day bright

And the color of the flowers in its light

A bike ride through the park

Seeing the moonlight in the dark

The birds singing in the trees

Some popcorn with a slice of cheese

I don’t ask for much, and I try my best

I could have more, but do with less

I’m just happy to be exactly who I am

A laid back life of being A Simple Man

That's what I am

I'm a Simple Man.

A Special Part Of Me

Everywhere I go, I leave a special part of me

Touching the people nearby, everyone I see

They are either far away, or they can be close

Their love may have faded, or they're loved the most

I left a part of me with them, when I went away

Because it wasn't a place, I was meant to stay

I followed on my journey, where it leads me to

Learning about life, whatever I go through

When you touch someone, it's easy for them to see

Why you are impressed, deep in their memory

You become a part of them, and they a part of you

Because you touched the soul, of someone that you knew

They look back, and remember you as a friend

You are still a part of them, memories never end

I'm so glad, to touch those around me that I see

And leave with them a memory, a special part of me

We are always touched by people we come across in our life.

As we cross paths with them, they are also touched by us.

We each have memories of having each other in our life.

All In A Year

The leaves on the trees have fallen

I hear the Winter winds calling

Snow has begun, flakes are in the air

Icy roads are found, almost everywhere

Thanksgiving and Turkey, always sound great

Holiday goodies, I'll gain some more weight

The Christmas tree and gifts on Christmas Day

An end of a year that wouldn't stay

A new year, and freshly fallen snow

As my mind takes in all there is to know

Another year older, and wiser too

Picking up experiences that I never knew

More pictures to be taken

More poems I'll be making

Spring time cheer it'll be bringing

Birds come out and are singing

A Class Reunion, friends gather around

Mates in conversation, is a great sound

Summer brings heat, many on the beach

Fireworks high in the sky, out of reach

The butterflies fly away

It gets colder every day

Trick or Treat, it's once again Halloween

It's all in a year, and much more in between

Every year brings so much. And every year

may bring the same events, but each year it

is different in its own way. Changes that

make each year more special.

Alone On The Couch

I sleep upon the couch, where I lay my head

I promised myself, that this would be my bed

Until the time would come, for my life to change

To many this is sad, to some it seemed so strange

I took a long journey, earlier this year

When I returned, it was followed by a tear

For missing was the one, that I loved the most

Her Earthly presence gone, she now remains a ghost

A marriage, two hands bound together for life

As my younger brother, took himself a wife

I was the Best man there, dressed up in a suit

Some of my friends tell me, I looked pretty cute

Still, I returned, to a silent house every night

And slept on the couch, as I turned off the light

Unsure of what the future held, or where I would go

Or decisions in the making, if I would even know

As I sit alone in thought, realizing she'll not be back

I do the only thing that feels right, I start to pack

I pack what I can keep, leaving so many things behind

But I carry much more, the memories of a lifetime

This was 2001-2002. Mom had just passed, and I was all alone in the Family home.

I was unsure where I was going, and what was going to happen next.

It was a sad place to be, but things would change, and they did

Animal Spirits

I remember it was quiet, as I lay asleep in the old house

Not a sound was heard, not even an invisible mouse

I was in a place, filled with memories very dear

Of a time long ago, as I held back a tear

It was hard to move forward, without looking back

All I wanted to do, was stay asleep in the sack

But little did I know, the spirits had greater plans for me

Something hit the front window, and I looked to see

It was a bird, and I felt it was trying to get my attention

And I knew without a doubt, that was its intention

Later that day, I looked out the back door

Looking in was a chipmunk, what was he looking for

I went to the back door, and the chipmunk ran away

And I saw two squirrels, in the distance and at play

What were these animals saying, to me on this day

That I needed to move on with my life, and not to lay

I believe words may not be spoken, but they are there

And these animals this day, had messages to share

This may sound bizarre, but something that is true

Those squirrels carried spirits, that I somehow knew

I believe they were Mom and Dad’s spirits, that were coming through

The message they brought me, there were many things yet to do

Time was passing by, if I spent it fast asleep

It was another moment in my life, to take a giant leap

So far away from that place, I had followed my heart

I share it with a kitty cat, and that is just the start

I listen to the Animal Spirits that surround me every day

And I never forget the lessons, I learned along the way

I was in Washington state at the time I wrote this.

Looking back to the time right after my Mom passed.

I also realized, that to enjoy and get the most out of life,

you must live it, and not sleep your day away.

Answers That I Seek

Whisper to me, the answers I am searching for

For I know not what, the future has in store

The more I think, the more confused I get

I know it's crazy, to worry and to sweat

I haven't an easy solution, to what's bothering me

It's a lock, and no one seems to hold the key

There is no right or wrong

Wondering, where do I belong?

If I step forward, what if I fail

My story so far, could be a sad tale

For sometimes, I feel I am so weak

yet still there are answers that I seek

Oh come to me, and tell me what to do

I know that everyone, looks up to you

The answers from you, would easily come

And I can say, I sure could use some

I know that fear, won't help at all

And yet before me, is that wall

So tell me, what should it be

An answer to, what's right for me

Yes, I was asking for answers

I was seeking. God seems to have

a way of presenting the answers in

silence, and letting you find them in

your own way. They are usually

right in front of you. I was

at the crossroads and unsure

of which way to go.

This was just after I

got home from Washington state.

Wondering where my future would lead me.

Apology

When words come out the wrong way

Regrets of words not meaning to say

Why do we say the words we do

I never meant them to hurt you

Yet in anger the words were spoken

Didn’t mean for your heart to be broken

Many times some words break free

And I know I owe you an apology

It’s not easy to apologize

Takes someone strong, and someone wise

To see it’s the right thing to do

So this is my apology to you

I should have never said the words that came

Because I released them, I’m to blame

For any hurt, and any pain

Upon your soul, like falling rain

Sometimes not thinking, I say what I will

When instead I should have said nil

But the words that came, got through the screen

A sharp knife that cut, causing a nasty scene

I’m so sorry for what was said

And where all my thoughts were lead

The best that I can do for me

Is to say I’m sorry, in this Apology

Artichokes And Avocados

Artichokes and Avocados

God only knows

In my mouth, on my taste buds there

On the way to my stomach, without a care

Never had them, in my life before

But they're in it now, and I want more

Put some in my salad, or make a whole meal

No matter how you eat them, their taste is so unreal

Maybe have some with butter, or some mayonaise

They can be prepared, in just so many ways

They are both, color that is green

But don't taste anything, like the green bean

I wonder if they're cheaper, depending on where you are

Maybe you can get to them, by driving in your car

There are so many foods, I have yet to try

I wonder if I'll get the chance, to do it before I die

The best I can do, is to try something new each day

And eat more Artichokes and Avocados, as life goes on its way

Lived in Michigan all my life,

but never tried Artichokes and Avocados until I got to Washington state.

They taste very good, more more more.

Ashes Of The Past

Cry no more child, for I have come

To liven your world, where once was numb

I'm here to share my love once more

Which is much stronger than ever before

I'm here to show you that deep inside

Was a part of me that had lied

I hid the truth, caused by the pain long ago

Deep inside I kept it, and now you know

One lie lead to another one too

It all started because of you

And so the lies continued there

Inside me the truth went unaware

While my life's journey moved me to where I was lead

Dreams and thoughts of you were in my head

I didn't know why I thought of you so much

And desired so strongly to feel your touch

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My road of life lead me back to you

You proved to me that your lies were through

Apologies and forgiveness were all thrown about

And it wasn't long before the whole truth came out

I saw a side of you that I never knew

For your love for me was a love so true

The love I hid was brought out to share

And we connected strongly and became aware

Two souls that belonged together were reunited at last

From a love much stronger, from ashes of the past

Their connection got stronger, it was the deepest love

They shared in pleasure, and all thoughts of

Never apart shall their love ever be

Two souls as one, spiritually

At The Top

I use to think if I tried hard enough, I'd make it to the top

I went as far as I could, but then I had to stop

It wasn't important that I get there, just important that I try

Nobody had to know the reasons, or even wonder why

Even though I never reached the top, it just couldn't be

I knew I was already at the top, just by being me

Some people think it's best to be at the top

While others are below, doing the bunny hop

I flow with my thoughts, and where I need to be

Guiding spirits opening my eyes to what I need to see

They guide me, on what it is I should do

These are the thoughts, that speak to your heart true

Listen to them, they'll never guide you wrong

Touching you, like a well performed song

Many times, the timing is the key

It's the “when,” on where you need to be

At the top, wasn't meant for me

Other places, are where I needed to be

So on the level, in the areas of the heart

I am at the very top, when I am doing my part

Just because I didn't make it to the top, doesn't

mean I didn't try. I gave it my best, and in the

end, I realized, being at the top didn't matter at

all. Because, I was already there, because with

everything I do, I always give it my best.

At This Door

Take me back, I've been a fool

I thought you loved me, I loved you

What could have gone so wrong

To make me feel I don't belong

Oh I tried so very hard

I guess I wasn't holding the right card

In a cribbage game of fools

The love I lost broke all the rules

If I could go back to that time before

I would've never arrived at this door

Although the pain is so real

I will grow and I will heal

So many things yet to treasure

And I know soon things will be better

For now I must release all that I feel

So I can have closure with a seal

This was at the break up of Wanda and I.

I was feeling so lost and alone.

But as time went on, I found my way,

and I forgave her and myself for

what happened. Later on, I did

find happiness and love again and again

Back In Time

If I could travel back in time

To the place where you became mine

Tell me exactly what did you see

To make you start loving me

Our love carried us through

Just like we always knew

But changes also came

Tell me, who is to blame

Was it you or was it me

Maybe both of us needed to be free

I always accepted you, for who you were

I know some ideas, made you unsure

But they were there before we met

I thought our love was already set

To live and love forever more

I never knew what was in store

Can differences come between love so strong

Can not love conquer any wrong

Let us fix the problems that occurred

That caused our love, to become absurd

This was right after Wanda told me she didn't love

me anymore. I was doing a lot of thinking about why

our love died. And if it could be saved. Of course

she had already decided it was over. Fast Forward

to the future, and I am glad I moved on.

Beyond The Door

My Baby closed the door on my face

Now here I am lost in outer space

Looking for a friendly Alien to talk to

Venus and Mars come into view

Where should I go, where should I be

The door she shut, doesn't have a key

I'm too big to fit under

Didn't I just hear thunder

Some spaceship is firing at me

Oh why can't they just let me be

“Awaken my child, and open your eyes”

“Get out of bed, it's time to rise”

Leave me alone, I want to just stay in bed

Maybe if I stay here, I'll end up dead

“Get up and fight, don't give up hope”

“Let us guide you, here is the rope”

My life is over, don't you get that

I just don't like being, where I am at

“You're only there for a moment, and that is all”

“Stand on your feet, we'll stop your fall”

I speak from my heart, what else can I say

I try to move forward, all I see is gray

“Look beyond and before, and you will see”

“The greatest Love, will open to thee”

Since my baby closed the door on our love,

I've felt lost and so alone. Unsure of what

to do, unsure of what to say. Lost in some void.

Numb to everything. And very scared. Not sure

where I belong. Maybe I've lost my mind.

Or maybe it's just a misunderstanding.

Vicki and I had our moments, but we always returned to Love.

Bud's Spiritual Place

Hello, I'm Bud, and welcome to Bud's Spiritual Place

Where I do my best, to solve the problems that you face

Let me ease the tension, let me ease the pain

Let me bring the sunshine, where there once was rain

Have you been raped, beaten, or maybe abused

Or have you been depressed, or in some other way used

Have you lost someone close, and going through grief

I'll do my best, to give you comfort and spiritual relief

Are you in a situation, and can't break free

If this is the case, then listen to me

I will help you, in the best way I can

For I am a Healer, and a gentle man

I am a clown on the microphone, listen to my voice

As I help you get through, as you make your choice

My calming presence, will help you through

And you'll end up doing, what you want to do

I'll make you feel important, in my room you will be

Many strangers may enter, becoming a friend to me

My attention will center, on all that you say

I'll respond to you, in my own gentle way

You are not alone, we've all been through pains

And kept these emotions, in our hearts and brains

But relax, and let loose with all of your fear

For in my room, you've found a friend who is near

Welcome all to my room, and come back again

For wherever you may be, I call you my friend

If I helped you a little, if I helped you at all

Then I felt your pain, and I answered the call

A room I had at Pal Talk chat, where I met many wonderful people

Captured Moments

There's a feeling, that comes to me

When I'm out in nature, with all I see

The special events, come and go

A holiday gathering, I just like to show

Aronson Island, is a very special place

If you could see the smile, beyond my face

The feeling, touches deeply my very soul

I just wish, you would understand and know

On a sunny day, I can be as busy as a bee

A captured moment, that means a lot to me

I take the pictures, so that I can share

With the many, because they can't be there

I also share this moment with you

Because it's something I love to do

It completes me, I feel at peace

To be among the Ducks, and the Geese

I'm not far, from the place where I live

These captured moments, is what I love to give

It touches upon who I really am

It helps me to give a damn

So I share it, touching as many as I can

It's only because, I'm that kind of a man

If only you knew the feeling I get surrounded

by Nature's many creatures. These Captured

Moments, are to share, so you too can be aware.

Of all the wonderful things found, if you could see.

I also do it for those who are too far away to be here

to see for themselves. For those who can't get out of

their homes due to some health issue. Just knowing

how many people I touch, brings me another kind of

feeling. I also do it for myself, because of the joy and

the feeling I get from doing it. In the end, we are all

rewarded by what I do.

Childhood Memories

Thinking back to when I was a kid

There were so many things that we did

Kick the Cans, making snow forts, and flashlight tag too

When we were kids, there was so much we could do

Squirt guns were loaded and ready to aim

We never lacked fun, there was always a game

Don't Spill The Beans, Don't break the ice, and Monopoly

There was always someone who would play them with me

Catching frogs and toads on the Island was fun

One got loose in Mom's bedroom, its hopping days are done

Never did find that toad that got away

I'll always remember that time to this day

Swimming at the Beach and going under

Being a kid had me filled with wonder

Even as an adult, wonder still fills my soul

Because I let myself wander, wherever I go

I always think back to those days long ago

Seems like a different lifetime that I use to know

Yet they are written in my journey's book

For those wishing, can always take a look

As an adult I keep the child nearby

I imagine I'm a hero and start to fly

Flying so far and I reach the place

Where love finds me with a smiling face

I'll always remember the days of long ago

because as a child we had no worries, and

always had fun. It was all about fun. We

had family, and the best love from them.

I look back to those days when I was a child,

and yet people tell me I am still one today.

Because I am still having fun, enjoying life.

Content

Some people have big houses, possibly two cars

I'm content with what I have, just gazing at the stars

Don't need a Blu-Ray disk player, I'm content with DVD

I'm satisfied with what I have, I'm content just being me

Don't need a camera, that will zoom right up someone's nose

I'm content with what I have, capturing what nature shows

I truly don't need a great stereo, that will knock off my socks

I'm satisfied just hearing tunes, coming from my boombox

I don't need a lot of money, just enough to get by

Being rich on what I love, is enough to get me high

I take in Mother Nature's work, the beauty to behold

As all the creatures in this world, begin to unfold

I flow with what's inside, I listen to my soul

Don't need fancy expensive things to make me whole

Give me a book I enjoy, or music that I love

The pleasure is the greatest reward, I'm ever thinking of

Don't need to own a home, or have an expensive car

When I have the greatest love, it's the best by far

The best in love that I have, it is Heaven sent

I'm so very happy with it, I am more than content

Being content doesn't mean that I don't wish for a little more at times,

But it does mean I am content with what I have, and have learned to

adjust and appreciate all I do have. Many times we have all we need

right in front of us. All we have to do is appreciate what it is we do have

and we shall be content.

Every Place

Every Place I've been to, becomes a part of me

Everywhere I traveled to, all that I could see

I haven't traveled very far often, other times I did

As an adult at times, other times as a kid

The memories, play a tune on my heart

All of these places, play a special part

I never considered myself, a traveler like some people do

I'm just happy there are places, that I can say that I knew

Places in the U. P., Oh Upper Peninsula of Michigan I love you so

Canada, Washington, Oregon, and California, I was so happy to go

The beauty found everywhere, opened my eyes real wide

Touched me so much deeper in many ways, on the inside

These days, I'm not much for traveling, at least not that far

I'll never take a plane, I prefer a bus, train, or a car

On the internet, I travel places worldwide

In photos that are shared, it's such a quick ride

I haven't been to Every Place, yet I'm glad to say

I'm so happy, I had a chance to get away

I do know, on a nice day you won't find me home

You'll find me on Aronson Island, where I like to roam

I never traveled as much as some people, but I had fun

exploring the places I did get to see. When I had a camera

I took many pictures.

(((( Fear ))))
© by Bud Lemire on Aug 14, 2010

I have journeyed from here to there, and there to here
My travels took me everywhere to face my fear
The fear I faced was deep inside
So deep inside I had to hide

I hid so well that I got lost
Lost and alone and at what cost
The cost and value was that time
Was wasted on that fear of mine

Fear consumed the most of me
I only wished to be set free
Freedom came with changes too
Forever different in all I feel and do

Fear is still a part of me today
Although I challenged it when I went away
I faced it again upon my return
And found I had so much to learn

I learned of life and what it meant
That all things here were Heaven Sent
As for fear, I can only say
There’s some in my life today
Thanks to my surroundings and friends, I found peace and tranquility
In all that I do, I have found in myself, a much better me

So many of us have some sort of fear in our life. Fear of Doctors, Dentists, Planes, spiders, fear of dying, or some other kind. It takes all we are to overcome these fears. Sometimes we never overcome them, we just deal with them as they come, or we avoid them. It’s not easy living with fear in your life. But fear not, for I understand. For I swam in fear for many years, and had many tears. I battled my share of fears. I still have fear from time to time. But I know I’ll get through it. Because I have friends.

From Album To CD

I grew up in a world, playing albums on a turntable

Some songs were better than others, now if only I were able...

To put the songs in, a orderly sort of way

Then I'd be playing, my favorites all day

Time has a way, of bringing about a change

Now we have CDs, now we can arrange

Ripping and burning, all our favorite songs

In a certain order, right where it belongs

We can take the best, and put it on a CD

That's the way, I always thought it should be

Song by song, the very best

Listen to it, while you rest

Make it the way, you want it to play

In your favorite order, on every day

Make it a variety, or one artist to hear

Created especially, to enjoy with your ear

Music to wake you up, or help you to sleep

Right by the bedside, which you always keep

I have a large selection, that I can choose

When it's my choice, I know I can't lose

On albums there were always songs on the album I

would love to skip over. I would play the singles and

turn them over and play the other side. I always thought

that they should have some way to be able to put it in the

order of the songs you love best. We were able to do that

with the 8 Tracks and Cassettes. Then CDs came along,

followed by MP3 Players (& iTunes). Now we can put them

in any order we want. We get to do it the way we like it best.

I love it!

Although, the albums did make a comeback.

From The Heavenly Light

If people should wonder about what I write

I can only say it comes from the Heavenly Light

Once the words start coming, they will not quit

And I keep on writing, right where I sit

I write what I experience and what I believe

On this journey of life, it is what I receive

Some may find it hard to take in, but it's true

If you are open to the divine, it could happen to you

The experiences I've had are amazing indeed

As I follow the path where the spirits will lead

I just know what feels right, it's something I know

When the feelings seem right, I go with the flow

I feel the energies of souls all around

It's an amazing touch, wherever you're found

Those who are alive or those who have passed

Surround you with love, some feelings will last

I have felt both with the Spiritual Awakening in me

Every day I feel my Twin Flame's love, given so free

A Twin Flame is much stronger felt than a Soul Mate

The love is on a soul level, the depth is beyond great

When the spirits speak, inside I just know

What I should do, or where I should go

They guide me on this journey, with love that they share

I write them in poems, so you too can be aware

The gift of life from the Heavenly light is beyond Amazing.

To see, hear, sense, spirits alive or passed

To feel their love, their support, their guidance

To know without a doubt, they aren't really gone,

but just in another form of existence. One which is

linked to our very soul, in which they can watch us

and be with us, always.

Good Enough For Me

I don't like politics, but some people think they do

And I haven't read the Bible, this much is true

I haven't been to many places, but that is okay

I've gone through this life, going my own way

I follow my own instincts, and it guides me well

When asked for my opinion, I am always glad to tell

I don't tell others how to think or what to do

I can only be myself, and you can only be you

So many roads to travel, so many things to see

Thoughts appear inside my mind, of all things I can be

I follow what feels right, of the person I'll become

I know it's right for me, but may not be for some

One must feel it out, and know it on the inside

Have faith and believe, that you have surely tried

For all we can do, is to do our very best

In between our journey, we must take the time to rest

Time upon this world goes so very fast

The moments that we treasure never seem to last

All I know is all that I can be

And that is good enough for me

Not everything in this poem is about me. I have read the Bible.

When reading my poems, remember sometimes it is me, sometime it is others,

and sometimes a mixture of both.

Mostly it is a point I am trying to get across.

Some issue that will make you think.

Some things in life are more important to you than other things.

But being you, is most important.

Honesty

Honesty is the policy I always live by

Why would anyone ever want to lie

It only drags you down deeper into the hole

Not to mention, it does nothing for your soul

I live better, knowing the truth was told

I'll follow this policy, until I grew old

People respect and trust you, when you do

You'll feel so much better, being the honest you

Ask me a question, I'll tell you no lie

If you don't believe me, then I'll say goodbye

I make it a point, to always tell the truth

Otherwise I've learned, it aches like a tooth

Can you see it in their eye

If someone told you a lie

Will you hear it when they speak

Will their lie start to leak

Liars are no friends of mine

Staying away from them, suits me fine

Why would anyone ever want to lie

Honesty is the policy I always live by

Honesty has been something I have always

lived by. I can not lie. I will not lie. The

truth is what I always believe in, and always

will.

Hope In The New Year

It had come to the end of another year

Yet thinking of the new one, brought so much fear

There was always the fear of the unknown

For half a year, he carried a heavy stone

It grew much heavier as the year came to an end

He found out just how far he could bend

He had good health, and the sun was shining

Remembering that every cloud had a silver lining

Where did he belong, where would he go

What would he do, he just didn't know

Where would his path, lead him to

He relied on hope, to help him through

Everything always seemed to have worked before

He earned his money by doing his chore

Yet now he had no chore to do

What little money he has, he's going through

Soon he won't have any for his rent

Because it will all be spent

His path brings him down a sad trail

He only knows that he can not fail

What will happen to this man next year

Let's hope a miracle will appear

I've always glided through the slow times,

and usually something came along. I always

managed to make it through my darkest times.

But that stress is weighing heavily on me. I do

have some plans, but it will bring me down a

different path. Not sure it will be better, I only know

it is the only option presenting itself to me right now.

Housework Nightmare

The dishes are waiting, to be washed in the sink

It's such a hot day, so I'll sit and have a drink

A root beer float, hits the spot just right

The floors need sweeping, what a sorry sight

I have a lot of clutter, but that's just me

So many things everywhere, it's easy to see

Dust seems to collect, in so many places

On top it all settles, in most of the cases

Inside the refrigerator, things have spilled

And the garbage can, is way over filled

The shower is dirty, all over the floor

The toilet needs cleaning, and so much more

The laundry basket, is piled up with clothes

A disgusting smell, comes to my nose

I tell you, it's a Housework Nightmare

Another sip of my root beer float, as I sit and stare

I'm sure I'm not the only one who has had a Housework

Nightmare. I always find it easier, when I do one little

job at a time. That way it is much easier and you do a

much better job, and it still gets clean. Damn! That

Root beer Float sounds good right now.

I Came To See Me

Once again I find, like I did before

Traveling back in time, opening that door

I find myself in Escanaba, on the North side of town

To help my younger self understand, and I won't let me down

I find him reading a Star Trek book, in his bedroom

He looks at my face in the door window, like it was his doom

Coming to the door, to see who it could be

He doesn't realize, I am the future He

I see the CB radio, on the table near his bed

And saw the title of the book, that he just read

I told him I had a lot to say, and could I have a seat

He pointed to the chair, and it was good to be off my feet

I asked if he believed in Time Travel, to any time or place

He was looking down, and then a smile came to his face

“Yes,” he said quite slowly, “I believe it could be done”

I knew this was just the start, of what had just begun

I asked him, “Do I look familiar, at all to you?”

He smiled and said “Sort of like Grandpa, yes, you do”

I smiled and said “You may not believe me, but it's true”

“I come from the year 2017, I'm the future you”

He blinked, and I could tell he was thinking

He probably thought I had done too much drinking

I didn't tell him too much, to change his future in any way

Yet I knew he was looking, at my hair of gray

I'm surprised he even talked to me, because I use to be so shy

I told him in the future, that he wouldn't be, and he would pass it by

I told him not to worry about his failures, all would be okay

People would come to love him, when changes came his way

I told him, all he had to do, was just to Be

Life would mold him, into the perfect Me

He came up to me and hugged me, and I use to be so shy

He thanked me for the visit, as we each said goodbye

As I Time Traveled back to the future, I thought about the younger Me

And of all his changes to come, that were yet to be

I often think back to all the changes I've been through. Some

would say I was a totally different person back then. I always

wondered how it would be if we could Travel back in time to

meet ourselves, what would we say. I believe we all go

through many changes in life that mold us into who we

become.

I Leave Behind

At the end of my life, I leave many things behind

So others can enjoy them, keep these thoughts in mind

My poems, my photos, all that I have done

So appreciation can be found, by everyone

I leave behind memories, of the man I am

So you can remember me, the way only you can

I hope, you'll remember me with a smile

And know I did things, with my own special style

Anyone can do it, but not the way I do

I was being me, as you are being you

Treasured are the things, that I keep in my collection

Valued in my lifetime, is my favorite selection

I know it may not mean, as much to you

Yet I hope something is gained, from all I went through

In the poems, is a story that I've told

The photos, I captured the beauty that unfolds

I don't plan to pass tomorrow, yet we will never know

When it's time to leave this world, and carry on with our soul

I hope when you think of me, keep this thought in mind

I share these things with you, of all I leave behind

It's amazing how much of an impact someone can touch us

with. When they pass, we realize exactly how big that impact

was. In our lifetime, many people touch you, as they pass by

and journey in their own lives.

I'm Afraid Of Needles

I'm afraid of needles, I look the other way

Wishing it was over and done, and it was yesterday

They need to take some blood, I hope they get it right

Jabbing me more than once, gives me such a fright

At first, it's just a little prick

I start a conversation, and it does the trick

Before you know it, a cotton swab is in place

You can see relief, written all over my face

I'm not the only one, who fears needles like I do

There are many of us, and I know this is true

I know, for sure, that it's all in our head

Calming words can help us, with what's being said

Distractions, keeps our mind from fear

Soothing are the words, that we always hear

Thoughts that are positive, help us make it through

These are things, that may work for you

Life can bring us many things, that can bring on fear

Some cause us so much, they bring on a tear

But if we believe, that everything will be okay

Positive thoughts, will bring us to a better day

Yes, it's true I do have a fear of needles. But I have

learned to think positive, and it does help. I have

heard of others who I would never believed, that

are afraid of them. That is why many do not go to

the Doctor unless they really need to. I can understand

their fear. But I have found ways around it. Let your

mind wander, positive thoughts, distractions, because it

is over real quick. Then you will wonder, why did you

waste time worrying about it.

I'm Only Human

I’m only human, I make mistakes like you
Some may misunderstand, things I say and do
I don’t always understand, all of the things
Just facing a new day, with all that it brings

I do know when I give, I give my all
I never have to worry about how high is my wall
Because I never built one, it’s easier to get through
I feel the love you’re sending, and I know it’s true

Still there are times, people don’t understand me
How can I explain it, I’m just following my destiny
It may not be how you get things done
But for me, this way, is the only one

It works for me, being me this way
I try hard to be, the best me everyday
I share my thoughts and visions, so others will learn too
Because it is my way, doing what I do

I’m only human, my spirit’s not always strong
Tears are released, but who is really wrong
Could it be we’re both right, on the road to get there
From a different place, just one of us is more aware

I ask that when you judge me
For things I did thoughtlessly
Ask yourself, is it human to err
You’ll find I’m only human, sometimes unaware

In The Closet

In my childhood, when relatives would come

In the closet, we'd be hiding from

It kept us hidden for quite awhile

We were discovered with an embarrassing smile

In the closet were our clothes

And some things nobody knows

Just the perfect place

For boxes and a hidden face

In our closet, were stored memories

Of times that use to be

A furry little friend, who laid down his head

Making the closet, a place for his bed

Oh the times, that I recall

Special memories for us all

In the closet, a treasured memory

And only you hold the key

Empty every box

Unlock the lock

Look inside and see

Part of what you use to be

In The Quiet Of My Mind

In the quiet of my mind

Is a place I often find

So many peaceful things there

Lots of ideas I like to share

Memories of lifetime pleasures

Solitude and serene treasures

Music floating all around

In my mind is where they're found

In the quiet of my mind

My senses feeling every sign

I listen and follow where they go

When I find out, I always know

A place to get away

From stress within the normal day

It's me that you will find

In The Quiet Of My Mind

Island Friends

He walks the island with a Butterfly as his Guide

A trusted Yellow Warbler is always at his side

The Warbler speaks in a language much like a song

He's always happy to have this friend along

The Butterfly Guide comes around every day

So he won't get lost or lose his way

Flying in front, so close to his eyes

“Know that we're here, know that you're wise”

The Butterfly doesn't talk, yet he hears the words

As it flies in the trees, among all the birds

Then among the lilac bushes, and then to the ground

“You'll smell the lilac, and know I'm around”

There goes the Warbler, off to another tree

He doesn't stray far, he always comes back to me

I'll hear his song and know he's nearby

Until a notion takes him, and then he'll fly

Many people don't see, and many don't hear

The Butterfly so close, or the bird song so near

Each have an important role, just as we do

A journey in life, that they must get through

Thank you dear God, for all the

wonderful creatures here on Earth.

It Seems Like A Dream

I’ve been living in a dream
The life I know, isn’t what it seems
I thought it could be more
But I was wrong like before

I guess I’ll have to reevaluate
Take some time to concentrate
Let my spirit take control
And not fall into a hole

Sometimes I let things get too deep
But it seems it’s never mine to keep
It’s a temporary stay
And then it goes away

Sometimes it’s just a lesson for me to learn
They teach me, and are inspired in return
We get to know each others soul
Then it’s time for them to go
Try to focus, see beyond the screen
Sometimes It Seems Like A Dream

It's A Place

It's a place that I've known

Yet I've never been here before

It's a place where I've grown

Yet there is so much more

It's a place to which I came

To start my life anew

It's where everyone knows my name

And their love helps me through

It's a place with memories of my past

With future promises lying ahead

It's where I'll do my task

So that I can earn my bread

It's a place I've called my home

For mostly a lifetime for me

It's where I cast my stone

With new visions I can see

I had just returned to Escanaba from

Washington state in 2004 and was thinking

ahead, to what I was going to do.

It's So Good To Be Me

I thought about my life, and wondered why I'm here

In the beginning of my thinking, things were so unclear

But as my journey continued, I realized many things

Of a life filled with love, that each new day brings

The sunrise in the morning, bringing each new day

The daylight that follows, to shed light on my way

The animals along the way, wherever they are found

The birds up in the air, or those found on the ground

I love the clouds, up in the bright blue sky

The combination of the two, is pleasant to the eye

I love to look at trees, each shape is so unique

Just like every moment, every hour of every week

These things are quite common, but lately I see so much more

It's a feeling beyond the beauty, I've never seen or felt before

And I know the meaning in my life, since I've become aware

It's to put these pictures on paper, and with you I'm to share

In words of poetry, or pictures I have taken

So you can feel the beauty, that's seen when you've awakened

If I can touch people, with everything I know and see

Then I know the reasons why, It's So Good To Be Me

Journey From Home

Here I sit at a place I called home, for so many years

Thinking of the happy times shared, and the many tears

For you see, I took a trip away from here, not so long ago

When I returned, it was a place I did not know

For those who made this home a home, where nowhere to be found

And remaining within this house, is such a lonely sound

No voice calling out to me, just like there was before

And no one is to be seen, when I come through the door

Many empty rooms, but there is no one there

Wish that there was, so that I could share

All I have for company, is memories from the past

And they remind me, that our human lives never really last

For the journey we vowed to take, long before our birth

Was the journey of our spirit, for our time on earth

To learn from every lesson, and let our spirit grow

When the journey was complete, it would be our time to go

For we are all just visitors, searching for our place

Where we can feel we belong, among the human race

Sometimes it takes, such a long time to find

A place to call home on earth, but we follow our heart and our mind

I know I am not alone, as I travel down this road

For I have many friends, some carry a heavier load

I know there must be some place, somewhere I belong

So I will follow my instincts, in hopes that they aren't wrong

And as I travel down the roads, that leads me to my home

I will learn about life on earth, wherever I may roam

Right after my Mom passed in 2001, I was alone in my home

of many years. Inside I was scared and unsure of

what would happen next. I realized at this point that

it didn't matter where I go. This place would never be

my home again. I would take all my memories with me,

and where ever I would be next, they would warm me,

and give me strength to carry on. Because I had a great

life with so many wonderful memories that I would treasure

for many years to come.

Laid Back Hippy

She said I was a laid back hippy

And maybe she was right

I accept things as they are

And content with every night

A modern day hippy, living here today

Maybe it's expressed in everything I say

Could be I am groovy, or maybe I am hip

At least I'm where it's at, and I don't give no lip

Oh yes there are things that seem far out

But you won't hear me scream, or you won't hear me shout

There are things that certainly bother me

But for the most part, I'm a laid back hippy

One of my friends in the Spiritual Chat room

said I reminded her of a Laid Back Hippy

Life & Love

Looking through my Diary

There is so much that I see

Younger days that I recall

Memories beyond the wall

Forgotten moments alive once more

A younger me on an earlier shore

I've grown into a different man

Throughout the years in my life span

Things I did in those younger days

Are done in many different ways

Older and wiser I've become

Yet even then, I wasn't dumb

Life has taught me lessons all along

I listened and heard every song

Which brought me to this place where I belong

Teaching me what's right, teaching what's wrong

Love knocked upon my door

It didn't stay long, and I wanted more

I waited until I felt the love

Upon my lap, from up above

An Angel, lowered herself onto me

And love was the strongest it could be

Vicki, your love is the strongest I have ever

felt. I love you so very much, for everything

you give to me. You are the best!

Life's Celebration

As my birthday rolls around

I think of all the friends I've found

The wishes that I've wished in song

All the places I've been and where I belong

The Angels who surround me every day

The spirits who guide me on my way

The messages that touch my soul

All things learned of all I know

Join me as we celebrate

All things felt up to this date

Everything that will come to be

That merge into the spiritual me

The glow of candles on the cake

The flame of love to dissolve each ache

Beyond the frozen ice upon the lake

To bring new meaning when our spirits wake

To share our gift, with those in need

So they can learn from what they read

Let us celebrate each life with love

And let them know, they're well thought of

Life's Procedure

I looked around, and I could see

All the Nurses, surrounded me

I asked the Angels to be there too

But they had known that I'd get through

I had a lot yet to do

They knew my love was true

And so they were aware

I had so much more to share

It wasn't my time to go

Just a bit of fear, you know

Each Nurse was at their post

They knew how much I was dosed

The Doctor appeared, on my right side

He'd be the one, to put the scope inside

He placed a mouth piece on me

Before I knew it, I couldn't see

I opened my eyes, to take a look

There was my sister, with her Kindle book

I'm guessing that the time had passed

It was the mouth piece I remembered last

So many things that we fear

On the journey of our life here

But with prayers, and thoughts too

And God's love, we'll get through

It's normal to be afraid. Because we

never know how things will go. We

have to have faith, that all will go well.

Usually afterward, we think “that wasn't

so bad” at all.

Life's Spark

I will not look back, on my disillusioned life

Where promises seemed so hopeful, with a wonderful wife

Where I lived in the beams, of a fantasy light

Darkness and coldness, the last days felt every night

Traveled many miles, across this earth

Returning to the land, of my birth

The world changes, while the world turns

So much, wherever I go, needed to be learned

I was deep inside myself, where everything was dark

There is where, I found my life's spark

And I joined, with friends and family

For a reawakening, and a new outlook for me

With hope renewed, I danced happily around the room

Feeling the effects of people, surrounding me with each tune

Those near touched me, spirits surrounded me

And I knew, I was all I needed to be

Within me was the strength, that was always there

Life's spark, that will take me anywhere

As long as there remains that spark

Light will guide me, through the dark

I had just returned to Escanaba from Washington State in 2004,

and needed strength and faith in myself. That spark of life carried

me through the next years of my life. It's where I found so many

wonderful people, some great friends, and some great lovers.

Little Angel On The Bus

It was her sparkling eyes, which gave herself away

On the bus ride to Escanaba, on such a sunny day

She was in her Mother’s company, and waited for awhile

At the bus stop in Gladstone, radiant was her smile

While at the Senior Center, and having time to wait

I said that sometimes the bus, can be a little late

She said at twenty after, it should be here at that time

The bus arrived exactly, as I looked at that watch of mine

She patted the seat next to her, motioning for my place

Not thinking it was proper, I found another space

Her shining personality, kept coming back to me

I knew she was an Angel, though wings I couldn’t see

She got off the bus, across from the K-Mart

The bus it turned around, as it started to depart

Our eyes met and locked, as the bus drove away

From the little Angel who touched me, on that sunny day

This little girl touched me and made my whole day go so much better.

It's amazing how children can see through into the heart and soul and

touch us like no other.

Living In Fear

For those who don't know me very well

I'll share with you, some truths I'll tell

Throughout my life, I've lived in fear

Many times it caused me, to drop a tear

At one point, my nervous fear took control

My Doctor said, “It could be thyroids, this I know”

The pills have helped me through the days

Yet now and then, I have a faze

I learned to calm myself in fear

It helped when nature's best was near

An Island trip was best for me

To become one with all I see

I joined the Senior Companions, and this helped too

Conquering more fears, in my vest of blue

I had my fear contained at last

Some fears come from my past

I feared doctors of any kind, but made it through

Those needles I dreaded, but I got by too

Then 2020 and Covid came

I was hit, and Covid was to blame

I was so scared, and nervous of this disease

Quarantined, anxiety and fear brought me to my knees

I did okay for awhile

Anxiety bit me like a Crocodile

Even more afraid, then ever before

It's now a challenge to go out the door

I calm myself the best I can

Inside I know, I'm the same man

Living each day, I take things slow

Wondering to myself, where will this go

There must be something that can be done

What I'm going through, isn't any fun

It's like something took over my body.

Two Angels are guiding me through this.

Yet they have their own problems, and

can only comfort me the best they can.

Which has helped me a lot. It is up to me,

to make the move. That Mountain, I must

climb, looks so big. Like each day, I must

take baby steps. In hopes that one day, I

shall be closer to being the person I was

before Covid came.

I come forward sharing this, not because

I want your pity. But because someone

else might be going through what I am.

I want them to know they aren't alone.

I want people to understand what Covid

can do to some people. For those who

don't think it is a big thing, it really is.

Until you have gone through what I am,

you don't know how it can effect you.

I did make it through, and I conquered some

of my fears, but still have some in my life every

day. I learn to conquer them one at a time.

And to always remember, you'll get through

it each time, for you are stronger than you think.

One step at a time.

Long Ago Happenings

So many memories are stored in our head

Of long ago happenings and those who are dead

A friend told me of his visit in the Astral Plane

Which had him taking me down Memory Lane

On the phone he had me traveling

All of the past was soon unraveling

Back to the years so long ago

Into the home I use to know

So many people, so many faces

That we have met, in familiar places

People who we've not heard about in years

Soon were spoken about and entered our ears

I jogged his memory, from out of my mind

With people we knew, that we've left behind

But bringing them back, seemed like yesterday

Almost as though, they never went away

He'd remember something, which I couldn't do

Then my memory would help him pull something through

Going back and forth on what we could recall

We were thankful we could remember anything at all

It sure felt good, to remember the times we shared

Of Long Ago Happenings, and all the things that we dared

This poem came to be when my close friend Basil called me

and said I was in his dream. He said we started out in my

apartment but soon we were back in my old Family Home

on North 14^th Street behind Ernie's. It was like we had gone

back in time to our younger days. Soon on the phone we started

sharing our memories with one another, and it was indeed a

very wonderful trip back in time to those times. To the days of

those Long Ago Happenings.

Looking Back On The Year

Looking back on the year, as it ends

A new outlook on life, a new job, and new friends

Another brother left this world, in spirit he'll be

I'll cherish his life, and what he meant to me

Capturing another year of every beautiful scene

Creatures, events, clouds, and everything in between

A love that found me, is deeper than most

An adventure on Skype, which I'll raise a toast

The struggle goes on for a dear friend of mine

She gets through each day, without crossing the line

My health took a downfall, but I got it under control

Fear was upon me, but courage made me whole

Another great year spent at the U.P. State Fair

A great friend, a great concert, a great time we could share

A jigsaw puzzle to work on for Michael and me

Pieces fit together, with friendship as the key

A new year begins, while one year ends

I thank God for his guidance, and for having so many friends

As I end this poem, with thoughts passing through

I will say these words, “Happy New Year To You”

Each year of our life, is so very different from the one

before it. And each year that follows is so very unique.

Our lives change with each year. New friends, new

experiences, the unexpected, and so much more.

M&M

I got an M&M one day, from a friend

My current life I lived in, was about to end

I was going on a journey, far away

It was given to me, on this special day

It wasn't chocolate, it was to keep things cold

Changes in my life, were about to unfold

It was, to keep all my drinks cool

He never, took me for a fool

I was on an adventure, to a foreign place

I traveled alone, and faith is what I'd embrace

I used it, on my trip to Quebec in the year Two Thousand and One

When I returned, that adventure was over and done

I traveled West, and brought it along

It kept things cold, my heartbeat strong

To Washington State, to start anew

It didn't last, then my life there was through

I keep that M&M he gave to me, in the freezer every day

My friend who gave it to me, has since then passed away

Even though it was a cold gift to give

The thought keeps me warm, each day that I live

Thank you Bob (Miller)! I'm still using that M&M to keep

some things cold. Every time I do I think of the man who

had a warm heart and a thoughtful and caring soul. I'm

reminded that so many wonderful people come into our

lives and then leave it. Touching us with their presence,

and forever leaving a wonderful memory to cherish what

they gave to us. And I know, he is not far away, and watches

over me and helps to guide me from the Spirit World.

Note: The M&M that kept things cold, finally broke.

But I still keep my stuff cold with Freezer packs.

Me, In A Nutshell

I capture the beauty, in photos I take

The birds, the sunsets, and sunrises when I wake

I write about them, with rhyming words

They take to flight, like the wings of the birds

I occasionally climb, my Family Tree

I find out about, the history of me

I get lost, in a good book

Images from them, I just have to look

You'll find me watching, my favorites on TV

I love a great imagination, with each show that I see

Every Friday, I love my Fish

You could say, it's my weekend dish

Riding my bicycle, on a beautiful day

Blue skies and white clouds, passing my way

I've been a Personal Care Aide, for thirty seven years

I treasured each experience, and shed some tears

Recently I've become a Senior Companion, a friend to the old

I seem to fit in here, is what I've been told

My life is ever changing, as I travel through time

To enjoy every moment, with this heart of mine

In a Nutshell, this tells you a bit about me. Even though

with each subject and each interest, there is more to the

story. More to me. More to everything I do.

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 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

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.

As I add this poem to my blog, the year is 2024, and I have

written over 2,000 poems at this time.

My Birthday

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 Birthday Time

You ask me how was My Birthday Time

I celebrated it with 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 Childhood

My childhood was the best, I'll have to say

We weren't rich or poor, but we got by anyway

At Christmas time, my friends got mostly clothes

My family got lots of games, which helped us through the lows

In the neighborhood, we had lots of fun

“Kick The Cans,” was a favorite with everyone

We played, until it got real dark outside

Our parents called us in, and we'd always abide

With my Bicycle, I explored all sides of town

Met so many friends, and I felt like a clown

Escanaba, was a fun place to be

Growing up here, was a good time for me

Catching frogs on the island, and bringing them home

We caught so many of them, and I was never alone

Pollywogs, in the pond by the beach

Couldn't catch any, as they were out of reach

Pioneer Trail park, smelting at Well's Bridge too

Never a dull moment, there was always something to do

Looking back on those days, they were so good

Escanaba was a great place, in My Childhood

I loved growing up in Escanaba. A beautiful place

to be and to enjoy. We didn't have computers or

cell phones. We just enjoyed the great U.P. Outdoors.

I still enjoy it today. Yet in today's world, I can share

what I enjoy in pictures from my camera.

My Cloud

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 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 Life's Story

In 1960, my life's story began on Earth

It's been quite a journey, beginning with my birth

I lived on South 12^th street, until I was three

Then for 39 years, 222 North 14^th Street is where I'd be

I lived just a block behind Ernie's Party Store

This is where I'd learn so much more

Growing from a kid into a man

Learning from life's journey, the best I can

Our little friend named Toby, and genealogy

My introduction to computers, and all it could be

Pen Pals, letters sent almost everywhere

Became close friends, they loved to share

The CB Radio, 10-4, you got a copy on me?

Poems that I wrote, for all to see

My Spiritual Journey, of all that I could be

Awakened inside, and it was flowing free

A trip to Quebec, to my ancestor's home

The first time away, and I was alone

The passing of my Mom and my Dad

Two brothers too, which was really too bad

A trip on the Greyhound, to Washington State

I found myself a woman, she became my mate

It didn't work for her, it ended in two thousand and four

Back in Escanaba, I opened a brand new door

I helped Bob the Quadriplegic, for twenty one years

Before that, the Goymeracs, I conquered many fears

I was a dishwasher at Classmates, later it burned down

At a Halloween Party, I played the clown

Into the Harbor Tower, on Mom's birthday in July

Met a friend named Loretta, and then time passed by

Personal Care Services, Community Action Agency

Then a Senior Companion, is what I came to be

Picking wild peas on Aronson Island, by the shore

A life long friend, Basil, who could ask for more

That's my life in a Nutshell, so I shall stop here

Read more, in the life story of Bud Lemire

Yes, I am working on my Life's story. At least as far

as I can go up to the present. This poem wasn't in

order of the events happening, and not everything is

in it, but much of it will be in the story itself.

My Password

I can't remember my password

I wonder if I asked a bird

Would they have an answer for me

Because it's not what I thought it'd be

I write down passwords in a book

And I went and took a look

But the one I need is not there

The password could be anywhere

An e-mail has been sent to me

I can change it or let it be

There's some letters I must type in

What are they?, I just can't win

They say to use a combination, to make it secure

So I will do that, just to be sure

Some numbers and letters to type

I'd rather be flying a kite

I think it's working, what's this, my favorite dish?

Well, that is easy, my favorite food is fish

I type it in then I am clear

Oh no! It's just as I fear

I have to go back to the start

My patience is not a work of art

They say there's an easier way to get through

I'll stop here, because my screen just turned blue

Remember those jumbled letters they wanted you

to type in to verify it is you. I always got those

letters wrong. Then they had pictures, asking

what do all these things have in common.

Eeeeek! Just give me a new password.

My Photo Book

Photo Memories, are captured through the years

Old ones, funny ones, and the ones through our tears

The years seem to pass so quick

Someone in the family has gotten sick

Yet in the photo, they look so well

Who would have known, Heaven would ring its bell

Cherish the memories, of the ones we hold so dear

You just never know, what will happen in each year

It's almost like, you can step back into yesterday

In your memory, it's a good place to get away

Each photo tells a story, of the person who was there

To the other people, it's special beyond compare

Grandpa, Grandma, the Uncles, the Aunts, Mom and Dad

Live on in this lifetime, because of the photos I had

Every photo that you take, becomes a historic act

We can never ever, get that moment back

Some family members are discouraged, when my camera is in my hand

I capture the special moment to keep, I wish they would understand

It's not about their ego, and how they're going to look

It's because I honor them, with a place in my Photo Book

It's true. Those pictures capture a moment in time, that we can

never get back in life. But in our memories, we do go back, by

way of each of the photos. All our relatives and friends, and us

as we looked younger. A picture of a place that is no longer there.

A picture of a time that is no longer here. It's also true, I love pictures

to remember the special people in my life. Don't worry about how old

you look, or if your hair is messed up, or you aren't wearing the right

clothes. I want to capture you being YOU, so I can remember YOU.

My Photographer's Lament

For me, I always follow the sun

Watch where it is and get the shot done

If it resonates with you, take the shot

If it does nothing, then you do not

When taking shots of moving objects, here is the trick

Late is not good, because they move pretty quick

You'll miss a great shot by waiting too long

Taking it at the “right” time is better than “wrong”

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

On the ground or over your shoulder

Sunrise, sunset, up in the skies

Know when to shoot, that's being wise

We may never have seen what you shot

Sharing is paramount, we'll see what you got

I bring my camera with me everywhere I go

You could see anything, you just never know

Beauty can be found anywhere

If it's what you see, then it is there

So my friend, with camera in hand

Photographers all across the land

Take a shot wherever you find beauty

And share it with us, so we can see

As you take your shots, remember you took it because of some reason

There just may be someone out there who sees the same beauty as you

I already know there are many who appreciate beauty.

They are waiting for you to share the beauty you can capture with your camera.

My Poems

Like water in a bathtub, going down the drain

Words flow into poems, that come from my brain

I must use what I can, before the tub is empty

I take the words, and write them down into poetry

My poems are not, taken from any book

They come from within, if you could only look

My poems are original, and mine to share

To enlighten others, and make them aware

Some are taken, from my many dreams

Others are taken, from other life's scenes

Some are about people, maybe a relative or a special friend

Several of my poems, have ingredients that heal and help you mend

They are a story of my life, set into a song

All about the people and events, that had come along

You will see my serious side, or my humorous side

Or you'll feel my sadness, of the feelings I won't hide

My poems come from my heart, and I share them with you

So you can see and feel things, the same way that I do

I hope you enjoy the poems, each and every one

My poems make you think, I think this one is done

My poems is a story of my life. If you read my poems,

you'll know me much better than you did before.

My Red Bike
© By Bud Lemire on Oct 20, 2009

I bought a new bike at MR.BIKE
It’s red and shiny and it’s something I like
My old bike was cheap and wasn’t easy to ride
And kept falling apart, but still I had tried

I had a red Schwinn that lasted for years
But this cheap green one brought too many fears
It was doing damage to my right leg each ride
But with this new one, each time is a glide

It’s a Trek, a top of the line bike today
And its ride is so smooth, as it takes me away
I can pedal a little, then cruise for awhile
As I ride along, you won’t miss my smile

A ride through the park is so much fun
A bike is a good thing for everyone
Exercise is good for the heart
And remember the body is a work of art

Saves on gas when you have a bike
You can see so much that you like
I know I’m glad I have mine
You’ll see me riding My Red Bike all the time

I love my new red bike from Mr. Bike,

and I am back enjoying bike riding as I always have.

It’s great to ride around and see so much beauty that is all around us.

Mysterious Benefactor

I went to get my eyes checked, it was about time

Because I value very much, these two eyes of mine

I was being helped by, a place that helps people like me

A company to help those without, get an examination for free

The exam went well, and they dilated my eyes

I had to wear sunglasses all day, which wasn't a surprise

I picked out a pair of glasses, smaller than the last

To order them would cost $30, paid for in check or cash

I told them that tomorrow, I'd bring the money there

So they could order the glasses, that I was going to wear

But I have this habit, of sharing with everyone I know

All things that I do, and everywhere I go

The next day when I called, to verify the price to pay

They told me it balanced out, no payment was okay

Somewhere in between, someone must have paid

Someone thought me worthy, and came to my aide

I know several people, who come to my mind

But I'll let it remain a secret, and thank the divine

I help many people, and they wanted to help me back

The day the Mysterious Benefactor, made this generous act

The years have passed since this happened. The only two people

who could have done this was Ernie & Mina Bernard.

Two wonderful people who I loved dearly. They thought

the world of me as well.

Never Assume

When reading my poems, never assume

That it's about me, it might be about whom

I write about others, if so inclined

Some of the poems, are from my Imaginative mind

If I write about a suicide, It's something I won't do

It could be something I heard, or someone I knew

Most of the time, I write about what I know

All that I learned, about the human soul

Sometimes I teach, within each word I write

So that you'll feel, some of my light

A journey in time, to learn a lesson

To touch the heart, is the best blessing

I'll try to be funny, with humor in each

Just to see, which audience I'll reach

To see your response, to the words I wrote

I might even write one, about your new coat

So you see, there's so much to the Universe

Mostly enlightening, because it could be worse

As I take leave, and step out of the room

Remember, with my poems, Never Assume

Just a reminder that not all my poems are about

me. I write about others, or sometimes just to get

a message across to the reader. In hopes that you

will learn from what I have written. Or at least

take away something from it. So many have seen

me and ask if I was okay. I have to explain, it

wasn't about me. I try to keep my personal stuff

about me, mostly offline. I occasionally put some

on, because I know I have so many caring friends.

It came through in the prayers you each gave.

Thank you so much for them, and for reading this.

Offense Is Over The Fence

I see, I saw, and then I heard

People being offended by a word

Oh no, please not Dr. Suess

Someone has a cooked goose

People are too picky, with the names

I think too much, is mind games

Not Pepe Le Pew, it's just for fun

I'm disappointed, and it's no pun

Too much has been taken away

Too many people have gone astray

Enough already, don't ban no more

There will be nothing left to explore

Once they start, they will not quit

I think their brains are where they sit

Once an Eskymo, I'll always be

I take no offense, with what I see

A cockamanie business, this offensive crap

To take these characters off the map

My name is Bud, and don't you say

That I am Rose or Pot, and I'll be okay

If you started changing things because it

offends someone, I take offense. What was,

should still be. Do you have nothing better

to do than to find offensive things and take

them away. I find the people who are doing

this, very offensive to me. They are taking

away everything we loved when we were kids.

I could go through and find many shows on TV

offensive to someone, but why should I, when I

enjoy them. I accept them for what they are.

This offense has gone over the Fence.

One Foot In

I live my life, with one foot in Reality and one foot in Fantasy

I'm a dreamer, and imagination is what I love to see

So much, goes on inside of my head

It doesn't only happen, when I'm in bed

I have been, to so many places in my mind

If you searched, it's me you wouldn't find

Exploring everything, takes me to another place

Where I am within, my own “inner space”

Of course I do come down to Earth, almost every day

Yet, whenever I get a chance, I usually drift away

Off to the dimension of space and time

Where everything there is so sublime

Pleasure is at its very peak

Nothing ever seems so bleak

I enjoy every moment while I'm there

Without a worry or a care

It's my home away from home

A place where I love to roam

I'm a dreamer, and imagination is what I love to see

I live my life, with one foot in Reality and one foot in Fantasy

I love to let my mind take me places where the normal things

aren't normal. I love a creative mind. Reading Fantasy, and

watching Fantasy. I love a mind that goes elsewhere, and

brings us there too. Yet, I still have my feet firmly touching

reality.

Out Of Focus

Out of focus, feeling some fear

Feeling weak, vision unclear

Double images appear before me

Oh I wish that I could see

When I woke up, I was this way

Before going to sleep, I was okay

Maybe a virus is going around

Snuck up on me, without a sound

Maybe I astral traveled somewhere

Entered my body and I was unaware

That somehow I entered it wrong

Now I'm not sure where I belong

I just know I'm feeling weak

I'm sure glad I can still speak

Maybe if I go to sleep and snore

I can find myself the way I was before

For all I know, it might have just been allergies

Pea Picking By The Shore

I remember as a child, walking by the shore

Carefree and bare feet, and letting my mind soar

Much to my surprise, something caught my eye

Something was growing there, I just had to try

Green and very natural, wild as could be

And it kept calling out, come and pick me

Tasting very good, it was the wild pea

I filled up a bag, and it was for free

I took the pods home, and I handled them with care

Making sure a worm, didn't make a home there

I was a pea picking person, raw tasting was the best

Feeling very good, on my pea picking quest

Many people thought I was crazy, picking peas by the shore

They thought it was much better, to buy them at the store

But every time they went fishing, I'd go picking peas

While they cast their lines, in hopes of some fishies

Many years have passed, since that time and place

But whenever my thoughts do, a smile comes to my face

Long ago there was a woman, now she's special in my life

Who picked wild asparagus in Idaho, and now she is my wife

These days we're picking blackberries, and life is very sweet

And we picked each other, to make life more complete

I wrote this in Washington State.

I'm not married anymore.

I'm back in Michigan (Escanaba) I picked many peas in my childhood.

They tasted very good. Oh, those memories.

Pen Pals

Thank you so very much, for the letters you send

And the happiness it brings, I'm proud to call you friend

The words that arrive by envelope, means so much to me

They make me feel lucky, to be alive and be free

When I'm tired and dirty, from working all day

Your letter arrives, and makes me feel happy in a special way

Whether they be long letters, or short ones I receive

They put a spell of enjoyment on me, with the magic they leave

No matter if your letters, are written big or small

Doesn't matter to me, because I love them all

I really don't care if your letters are sloppy, or typed all the way through

I like them, because they're the ones I receive from you

It doesn't matter, how long or short of a letter I get

But it's how much you as a human, put into it

These things really do mean, the world to me

And it makes me so proud, to know that you like me

It's alright, if they're early or they're late

A letter from you, is worth the wait

Thank you once again, for the letters my friend

May this relationship we have, never end

Back when I had many Pen Pals. Letters

we'd write back and forth. Pen Pals from

all over the USA and Canada, England,

New Zealand, France, etc. Just to wait

for the mail to come, to see who I was

going to get a letter from today.

People I Hold Dear

Treasure the people, that you hold dear

Expressing your love, is a reason we’re here

You’ll be surprised, of what a smile can do

Or an encouraging word, coming from you

A pat on the back, is good for us each

Keeps us trying, to stand tall and to reach

Life without smiles, is no place to be

Friends are the best thing, that’s happened to me

They’re always there, to hear what I have to say

And their letters and words, make my every day

They’re there for you, through the good and the bad

The ups and the downs, the happy and the sad

Life has a way, of bringing you many places

To encounter many people, with all different faces

Each of them special, in the way that you know

Come into your life path, to help you grow

This poem was written, for my friends who are here

I love you each, in my heart and soul I hold you dear

I thank you each, for the friendship we share

For the encouraging words, which show that you care

Politics

Many things, you may not have known about me

One thing is, I'm turned off politically

It wasn't always this way, because as a kid

I loved reading about presidents, and what they did

These days, it seems to be an endless war

Fighting against each other, like never before

Who has the right candidate, to win this time

As we watch all the voters, standing in line

A President does their best, as everybody knows

But there are others in office, who tend to oppose

Always a brick wall, that they must face

It's not as easy as you think, to be in his place

I think we should start over, with no parties at all

Begin anew, and tear down that wall

Pick your candidate, not by party but as one

Then I think politics, would be much more fun

I'm sure many reading this, will disagree

That's what I'd do, if it was up to me

I'm turned off totally, by politics and how it works

I see so much lying, and so many jerks

I see people pretending, to be something they're not

And it really bothers me, really a lot

They shouldn't be arguing, over choices wrong or right

The President will try, with all of his might

It's to the point, where I don't want to vote

Politics to me, leaves a sour note

If the parties were kinder, to the opposing one

No cutting down, of the other candidates that run

The overall election, could be better indeed

If we treated others, with a little less greed

Not only is it a war with candidate against

candidate, but it is also a war with voters

against voters. Republicans against Democrats

and believe me, they are both acting very

childish. For grown ups, it sure doesn't look

good.

I wrote this in 2012. Since then I can be honest

because this is all about me.

When a President is rude to the American people,

tries to cheat on the votes, wants to take away

Social Security for the people who have put their

hard earned money into and rely on to survive in

their old age. When they want to end all the

Volunteer programs, like Meals on Wheels

which the elderly depend so much upon, and

The Senior Companion Program, that gives so

much. When that person lies about so many things.

And has so much power and money, he can get away

with everything he does, he doesn't deserve to be

President. You know who I'm talking about. He's

a threat to the American people.

Rainbow Hair

I looked at hair, many different colors were seen

Some so bright, and I saw many shades of green

As I looked, I saw on top of their head

A beautiful shade, of the color red

Purple hair, can sure look nice

“The right shade” is my advice

Then there is orange, with such an appeal

Colorful hair, can almost seem so unreal

Have you ever seen someone, with hair of bright blue?

I often wonder, what color would you choose to do?

Yellow is a color, yet it reminds me of yarn

It's all in what you like, it doesn't do any harm

Ever since I've seen hair colored, and it's only fair

I always thought, I should have rainbow hair

Rainbows are lucky, I like all colors I see

It seems only natural, that it would be for me

I'd have all the colors, all across my head

Just think how I'd look, when I go to bed

It's fun to think of the colors, that could be in your hair

I think about rainbows, because they take me everywhere

As I see more people with colored hair, I asked if there is

a meaning to each color they choose. They often tell me

that it is all about what they feel like having the color.

Something new to try out to see how it looks on them.

Some shades of colors don't really look good on people.

Yet other times some look pretty good. I see a lot of

colorful people, well, at least their hair is.

Reflections In My Glasses

Reflections in my glasses, of all places I can see

Interacting with the past, and the future yet to be

So many changes happening, as the world turns

Causing eyebrows to go up, with many concerns

I wander in my memories, of a time I use to know

I let it take me there, as I relax and watch the show

It's so very different, every time I go there

Whatever is played out, I just stop and stare

No, my memories aren't bad, I remember it quite well

With an active imagination, it's a place I like to dwell

I love the present, please don't get me wrong

No matter where I am, I listen to each song

Reflections in my glasses, is where I like to be

It takes me many places, and helps my mind to see

Clouds outside my window, slowly pass on by

As I watch a seagull flying, up in the blue sky

Everyone's perspective, is different for everyone

What we see, what we do, when the day is done

The meaning of what matters most, in the time that passes

Is what I see and what I know, from the reflections in my glasses

This poem has been going around in my head for a few days now.

I thought it was time to write it down and post it. Like a reflection,

it can take your mind anywhere. The past, somewhere you want to

be, or something you have read and imagined yourself being. The

reflections of your life, makes you who you are. It's fulfilling to be

the best you that you can be.

Restraints Of Freedom

When the wings are held back, one can not fly

Freedom taken from them, they just want to cry

Ruffling their feathers, in constant pain they feel

Hoping to break free and fly, and cut through the seal

When the life you've known, has you in a rage

Feelings like a rat in an old dark cage

Set loose to run around the place

Only to survive the day in a rat race

When you feel like a fish, fresh out of a stream

And your scales dry up, and life is but a dream

When the water you dwell in, is many miles away

You travel there to visit, but you can not stay

When your life limits you, and has you on a chain

You bark so loud to be heard, but no one feels your pain

The fleas have you scratching, and they're playing tag

And your sadness is so bad, your tail won't even wag

When you feel so naked, of all you ever had

Subtracting all in time, when once you use to add

When everything you had, is nothing that you own

Then nothing will hold you back, it's time to return home

I was just back from Washington state, and living with my

brother Clyde in Gladstone. I would take the DATA bus to

Escanaba daily for my job. Escanaba is my hometown, and

it felt very odd to be leaving it each afternoon to return to

Gladstone. I needed a home in Escanaba, the place I knew

so well. On July 1^st 2004, not long after writing this poem,

I found a new home, when I moved into the Harbor Tower.

And my life got better, much better as time went on.

Retrospective

Take a retrospective

Of every day you live

See how far life's taken you

Think of all the people you knew

Friends and lovers, they come and go

But aren't you happy, that you came to know

People close, have touched you the most

Passing into spirit, they've become a ghost

Gone from the physical, yet in spirit they are near

They watch your journey, as you travel here

A retrospective of all that you've learned

A lifetime achievement that is well earned

For all the bumps that were in the road

There was always some help to carry that load

Friends along life's highway, had come along

To guide you right, and shared their life's song

In photos, in journals, or even in a poem

A retrospective of all places, that I have called home

Are shown in everything that I do

The love I share openly with you

A retrospective of my life here on Earth

The years that taught me, beginning with my birth

When we look back on where we started and where we

are now, so many things have changed, especially you.

You have grown in so many ways, and changed with the

changes. If your “Present” Me would meet up with your

“Past” me, you'd hardly know it was you. Age and life

does that to a person. A retrospective is a look back on

all you've done and the changes along the way.

Second Grade

Thinking back to memories of my past

I remember my teacher, she was was Mrs. Cass

It was second grade at the Washington school

I only lived a block away, so that was cool

It was 1967, and I do recall

The old school, made a mighty fall

It was winter time, and we always went

Sliding down, the old school's dent

It was a gap, where the old school had been

And sliding down there, always found me a friend

It was halfway through the school year

Our classroom moved to the new one, that was near

I recall it now, a new desk, a new place

The old school was gone, without even a trace

The new building had less stairs, than the old one did

These times are remembered, though I was only a kid

Mrs. Woodard taught first, and second was Mrs. Cass

Third was Mrs. Sprague, fourth was Mrs. Tippet's class

Fifth was Mr. Leduc, and sixth Ms. Severe

Some memories are fresh, while some are unclear

What a really nice teacher, was this Mrs. Cass

A friendly smiling soul, who's a part of my past

As I look back on the years, since my second grade

I cherish the old and the new, on the journey I've made

The old Washington School was torn down in 1967, when we moved to the new one.

The new one was torn down in 2022. But I have wonderful memories of some

really special teachers I had there.

She Cried For Him

She cried for him, oh why did he leave

Such bitter darkness, life seems to weave

"I loved him so much, didn't he know"

"Oh why, oh why, why did he go?"

Her heart was breaking she loved him so

As her last words echoed, a haunting NO!

So far away from the home that he knew

"Oh dear sweet man, I'll never stop loving you"

"I know you love him, come along with me"

"Together we'll look through his eyes and see"

Together through his eyes they saw

The Mother who loved him, and the daughter-in-law

As his wife treated him so nasty and cruel

"He shouldn't have to take that, what can we do?"

"We'll comfort his heart, and help heal his soul"

"And in time, his love for you will show"

They watched and they guided him on his return to his homeland

And helped his spirit to rise, to be a better man

She's stopped her crying, she loves him so much

And they both feel the love of the Motherly touch

Waiting patiently for the one special day

When together their love, will happily lay

Of course the daughter in law wasn't going to be,

the man in this poem happened to be me,

Life came along and time moved ahead

This man had a life by going where he was lead

He did find true love, 7 years it came

It was a woman from Texas, Vicki, his Twin Flame

Slower Than Most

On a bus ride

She came inside

And had a smile

Somewhat of a child

She seemed to want to chat

I responded from where I sat

She seemed to be slower than most

A happy spirit inside of a childlike host

She asked my name, and I gave it freely

Then she struck up a conversation with me

She use to be a greeter at one store

But now has a job where she moves around more

I noticed later, she had glasses on her nose

We were talking about where the bus goes

Upon arrival at our destination, we both left

I saw her at the entrance, smoking a cigarette

She wore upon her face, a childish smile

I want to say she’s older, but she acts like a child

She was so happy, doing what she does

She touched my soul, with who she was

I met a woman on the bus ride to the nearby city.

Her response in conversation made me feel she was slower

than most of us. Something that made her different than us.

She asked my name, and after I gave it,

she’d say my name at the beginning of each question.

I wondered if she was an Angel.

Here I was worried and complaining

About not having a job.

And she had a simple job that most would be disappointed with,

but she was proud of what her role was.

Smile

What a lovely expression, seen across your face

It seems to shine on others, from that certain place

Bringing out the best, in everything you do

And it sure looks, beautifully placed on you

No matter what your age, this is good to wear

When I see a good one, I just stop and stare

It warms me on the inside, the feeling that comes through

And radiates that inner glow, and I do it too

It's been around since life began, and should be worn by more

And helps your spirit grow, no matter what's in store

Some know it best, when we say cheese

Others release it, when they have a loving squeeze

It sure is, much better than a frown

And can bring you up, when you're feeling down

Everyone should wear one, wherever they go

Because it's a human quality, that is good to show

By now you know what I'm talking about, and you may agree

That this is something, that is simply wonderful to see

I know that I'll be, doing it for awhile

Because it makes others wear one, I sure love to Smile

I don't know about you, but when I see a smile, it touches

me deeply. It is just a happy face that is so nice to see.

Someone To Love

I found someone to love, and this one will last

It's someone I knew, in my long ago past

We were in touch, throughout the years

And this person helped me, through my many fears

I know we'll never be apart

Because this someone, is in my heart

Many times I couldn't understand

But this person knew my every plan

We shared the happy times, and the sad

This someone saw me, when I was mad

Never would this someone, ever think of leaving me

Because this someone, makes me all I can be

This someone loves me, whether I fail or succeed

It's someone I know, I will always need

I don't need to pretend, to be what I'm not

This someone loves me, for who I am and what I got

For this someone, is deep inside you see

This someone, in case you haven't guessed, is Me!

Nobody loves me better, than me

Someone Took My Picture

Someone took my picture, posted on Facebook

Thought it should be lightened, oh my what a crook

It was owned by me, the copyright was mine

Now they've really done it, they've crossed the line

How dare them, it's against the law to do

They'll hear from my lawyer, they'll learn a thing or two

I'll write them a letter, I want my picture back

If I don't hear from them, then I will act

“I thought to make it better, by lightening it for you”

“So the full beauty, could come shining through”

“I left your name on it, I did nothing wrong”

“You still have your picture , right where it belongs”

You don't seem to understand, that picture belongs to me

If you wanted to do that, you should have asked, you see

I'11 give you time to remove my picture from there

Because what you did, really wasn't fair

“I removed the picture, because of all your stink”

“But I wish you'd understand, and try to think”

“The internet belongs to everyone”

“Many could take your picture, and really have some fun”

“Without you even knowing what had taken place”

“You'd never know who it was, in almost every case”

“It's only a picture, beautiful as it shows”

“Many more can be taken, as everybody knows”

“Ease back and don't you you get so stressed”

“A creative person like you sees beauty and is blessed”

When you put anything on the internet, you share it with the world.

Whether it has your name on it or not. But would we keep it to

ourselves, or should we share the beauty we captured with the

world. I believe the world deserves to see what we see. In life we

truly own nothing. We pay bills and taxes to use what we have,

homes, land, etc. We come into this world with nothing, we leave

with nothing. But what we leave behind is truly what counts,

because that will be remembered by many. For many years to come.

Song In My Heart

I've got a song in my heart

It's like a work of art

So beautiful and kind

And it's playing in my mind

It's a mixture of all the songs that I knew

Through many hard times, they've helped me through

Some have such a wonderful beat

They help me know no defeat

The song in my heart, comes from my soul

When I am singing it, I feel more whole

My voice vibrates with a quality of joy

Inside of me is a happy little boy

I dance around to this wonderful song

If you like it too, won't you sing along

Dance to the beat, dance to the tune

Into the night, by the light of the moon

I made this up quickly for a contest about songs

at AllPoetry.com

Soul Scream

You say I come to you in a dream

Take your blood and make your soul scream

Against your will, I won't let go

But there are things, that you don't know

I would never ever, do any harm to you

Because my love of you, is strong and true

In my life, you play a special part

You are deep, within my very heart

I can't explain what happened here

I wouldn't hurt someone I hold dear

I know you wouldn't do that to me

I base my feelings on reality

I wish I knew the answer to

The nightmare that has haunted you

I am a caring person, I'm a caring soul

I thought you believed it, I thought you'd always know

Something wrong is happening, distorting images of me

You must seek God's light, so the truth you will see

I hope you know, with God's love inside

The truth in my words, I've never lied

It wasn't me

Spiritual Budlem

Spiritual in so many ways

People he helps, are always amazed

Inspirational to others

Related to many brothers

Inspired by his friends

Truthful and never pretends

Unusual to some degree

Awake to feel quite free

Light shining down

Bud is a clown

Understanding others very well

Deep thinker, and you can tell

Light bringer to everyone

Enjoys the beauty of the sun

Mighty the pen when the day is done

Spiritual Energy

As I entered a chat room, someone said to me

"You're a good person, you have good energy"

I didn't know it was something someone could feel

For me, at this point, it seemed to be unreal

Until someone came to me, said my flame is too low

She touched my spirit, to help my energy grow

I thought to myself, how can this be

Never realizing, it would forever change me

Next was a soul connection, that was so strong

Floating and tingling, it didn't feel wrong

I was taken away, to a place I never knew

What would you think if it happened to you

It seemed I'd connect with people along the way

And miracles became normal in my everyday

I'd use my spiritual energy, to help those in need

Letting my spirit guide me, wherever it would lead

Some had given up on life, and were at the end of their rope

I'd send spiritual energy, making it easier for them to cope

I awakened those, who only wanted to sleep

I brushed tears away, of those who would weep

I touched those around me, and they touched me too

More than I ever thought, or ever knew

For I lit their flames, when they were ready to go out

I gave them hope, when strong was their doubt

Each year that I live, brings me something new

Spiritual experiences, that help me get through

What I thought was so strange so long ago

Is as common to me, as everything else I know

Spiritual Tears

Many times I came close to losing, someone I hold dear

Living every day apart from her, living in the fear

She's been through so much in life, she's taken a hard test

And her heart grew tired, but her spirit wouldn't rest

She kept on fighting and breathing, waiting for a new dream

While I wondered why this was happening, I just had to scream

We were meant to be together, but we're still apart

I hold her spirit close to mine, as I long to hold her heart

I know she's in God's hands, or she wouldn't be here

I can't understand why these things happen, life is so unclear

Is it to show us, our spirits are the same

As we travel down life's journey, calling out each other's name

Do we get spiritual strength, by first going through pain

Do we feel the sunshine, after feeling the rain

I'll never understand life, and why things happen as they do

But I'll keep the dream alive, until I'm holding you

How I long to hold you, and take away your pain

Your smiling face and soft voice, stops me from going insane

I pray every night, that you are safe from harm

And hope someday soon, that we walk arm in arm

I believe this one is about Kristina.

State Of The Heart

I don't need a big bed

To lay down my head

I don't need a big home

I know I'm never alone

It's the state of the heart

Letting me see nature's art

Showing me the beauty of it all

Lifting me up so I don't fall

I don't need a car

Without one I still travel far

I don't need to go to church to earn my place

I already have one with challenges I face

It's the state of the heart

Playing a special part

It always lets me know

It's connected deeply, to my soul

Stranger On A Bike

At Elmer's earlier this year, of nineteen ninety three

Riding your bike, you started a conversation with me

I was waiting for a taxi, you returned cans to the store

You were buying Dr.Pepper, I was by the front door

When you came out, you talked with me again

I felt comfortable around you, as if you were a friend

You talked about dogs, one was in a car nearby

You started howling, and went over to say hi

I knew from that moment on, with all that you had said

That you were special, as the meeting replayed in my head

It kept going around, within my mind

Hoping to see you again, you seemed so kind

Next time we met, you bought "beghetti' and I bought corn

You asked if I had anything for you, sounding so forlorn

You entered my dreams quite a lot, from then

Who was this bike riding, Dr.Pepper drinking, woman?

Another time I saw you on your bike, you didn't see me

I cursed myself for not stopping, but there was somewhere I had to be

When would I meet you again, time passed by

You were still on my mind, I don't know why

At Elmer's dressed in a fur coat, was a meeting again

You made a strange face at me, as you were talking with a friend

Since you didn't say much, I wasn't sure that it was you

I had to ask if you, were taking a taxi home too

It was on the way to your home,that I really knew

The voice that I enjoyed, belonged to you

I'm not sure if I'm going crazy, or more

Thinking of the time, we met at Elmer's store

I look forward to your presence, not even knowing your name

You could even be married, or not even feel the same

Maybe it was because, I was alone for so long

Maybe it was because, I enjoyed hearing your song

Whatever the outcome, whatever it may be

I thank you very much for being, a comforting friend to me

I'll always remember, the Stranger On A Bike

And of the conversation, which I really did like

Her name was Rita, and she was a good friend who

at this time in my life, kept my dream alive of ever

having a girlfriend. Although it lasted shortly. It is

in my memory, and also written in this poem.

The 45's

I've loved music, from the first moment I could hear

I'd listen to music, every day of the year

Mom would sing to us, a song that she knew

It played throughout my life, as I matured and I grew

My brother Terry, had an old record player I'd play

45s spun around, I listened to them every day

I bought my first new 45, it was ABBA's “SOS”

Yet, there was a place, where I could pay for them less

Upstairs of B.F. Goodrich, Major Utilities was found

Many days, it's where I was bound

Just a quarter for one 45, or five for a dollar

On my way home, I was so happy I could holler

Out of the Jukebox, and what a good deal

I lived in each song, even if it wasn't real

I heard about someone, selling a big box of 45s at a garage sale

On the south side, in the mid to late 70's, and this is the tale

Off I went, my Dad gave me a ride

A woman greeted me, on the inside

I was short of money, but Dad helped me out

He knew I loved music, he knew what fun was all about

In the year 2021, as it came to be

A Cousin told of, how her 45s were sold to me

You see, those 45s, influenced my musical taste

And to think, they almost all went to waste

These days, I share copies of the music I like to hear

With that very same Cousin, who is a friend and is dear

I didn't know her back in the 70's. It wasn't until the 90's

that we would find out we were cousins(Karen Pelky). Abba's “SOS”

that I bought was at Advanced Electric on Ludington street.

Major Utilities was on the East side of the building upstairs,

of B. F. Goodrich. A man with the last name of Flath and his

two sons ran the place.

The Apartment

Here I sit looking out my window, from inside my apartment

At the many people passing, and I should feel content

I see the cars go by, they're moving very fast

I feel I'm in slow motion, and stuck up in the past

I have a nice view of the Lakeview Cemetery

One of my brothers is buried there, his name is Gary

It is a nice apartment, no different than before

A home away from home, to open a brand new door

Although the setting is different, I still have my inner soul

After the old home is sold, I'll start work on my future goal

Close family don't really understand me, and maybe never will

I have a void in my life, that only I can fill

The first week in the apartment, I'm cut off from my friends

Cleaning up the old home, I'm exhausted when the day ends

I will continue on this journey, to see where it goes

Where this road may lead, only God knows

I hope to fill the gap, that lies deep inside of me

To look at things in a different light, with all that I can see

As I look across the street, at all the gravestones there

I realize life is much too short, and I have some love to share

Love came into my life while I was living here at the Apartment.

This love came and then lured me to the state of Washington. I

lived there for close to two years. And then returned to Escanaba.

Since this poem was written, another brother, Terry, is also buried

at the Lakeview Cemetery. I now live at the Harbor Tower, and a

new love in 2006, the greatest ever has entered my life in 2012. But before

this happened, there is more to the story.

The Blue Screen

On the computer, so much can be seen

One thing you wish not to, is the Blue Screen

It means something inside, just isn't right

Maybe something is loose, and something isn't tight

Maybe the fan won't work, or something unknown

Whatever it is, it causes you to groan

The only friend in your home, has gone dead

Life goes on, nothing more can be said

Yet the thoughts pass by, and they pass through

And the screen isn't the only thing that is blue

Your life doesn't revolve around a computer, no need to worry so

Yet you are frustrated, lost, uneasy, and feeling low

Nothing lasts forever, and you did use it a lot

You must have posted thousands of pictures, no wonder its shot

It wasn't sitting there, doing nothing at all

Your fingers were busy, they were on the ball

Mr. Blue, why did you come onto my screen

I'd prefer the sunrise and sunset to be seen

But as long as you're here, and plan to stay

I'll replace you, because I can't go on this way

I got the blue screen and couldn't get it working again.

But I saved up and got myself a new computer. I am

working myself back to where I use to be before the

Blue screen came into my life. It is like life. We meet

many people in our lives, who come along and touch us.

Then they pass away. The memories will always be there.

And now I can make new memories to look back on. It isn't

the end of our world, our lives go on.

The Boxes

As I look over the boxes, and continue to pack

I'm caught up in the memories, and always taken back

For everything in these boxes, is something from my past

Although we must say goodbye to them, the memories will always last

I would love to keep the items, I would love to keep them all

But I know the boxes in my place, would be piled up quite tall

There comes a time in life, when it's time to start anew

To take the time within your soul, to give a good review

I will be taking much with me, but there will be much left behind

But I know they will be the memories, that i will always keep in mind

Some items will be divided, among my family who are dear

So they can have their memories, and they will remain clear

I know the many items, kept for many years

So many happy times, mixed in with some tears

So much accumulates. through the time that flows

But inside the boxes, isn't everything our past shows

There is something in the boxes, that you'll never find

The time shared with my family, they were always kind

In the boxes, are memories, that I am well aware of

But the greatest thing of all, is the sharing of our love

In 2001 my Mom passed. In 2002 I had to pack up and leave my home of 39 years,

and it was the hardest thing to do. Yet nothing was the same after she passed.

But life is a journey and an adventure, and since then many wonderful things have happened.

The Camera Man
© by Bud Lemire on Aug 14, 2008

I’m not taking your picture, it’s a butterfly
I only take your picture, if you do comply
I’m off capturing a sunrise, or a sunset
I’m trying to capture nature’s beauty at its very best

The camera around my neck, is where it’ll always be
I love to capture a moment, and exactly what I see
Beauty is found everywhere, if people would only look
A cloud up in the sky, or a duck swimming in a brook

I’ve taken many pictures, everywhere I go
To share them with others, so they too will know
A day filled with sunshine is a colorful scene
The bluest sky, with the grass bright green

A bird singing a song on a branch in a tree
Makes a beautiful picture, of all things that I see
Like everything in life, take time to explore
See beyond the simple things, there is so much more

Nothing lasts forever, a scene can change in sight
When a butterfly or bird, decides to take flight
My advice to beginners is, take a sample shot to start
Before the changes happen, and the winged ones depart

I know I’ve enjoyed the pictures that I take
The clouds outside my window, the sunrise on the lake
I’ll continue taking pictures, of the beauty that I see
For I am The Camera Man, who also writes poetry

To all the people who enjoy and comment on my poems and photos, I thank you for taking the time to read them, and so happy you enjoy them

The Gold Box

A gold box has arrived this day

To chase the winter blues away

She says it's to warm my heart and soul

Through the cold season that we all know

This box contained so many things

Brought to me on Angel's wings

I put it down, but couldn't just sit still

Something special for me, oh what a thrill

I opened it up to look inside

And my smile grew so very wide

There was an Angel plaque filled with hope

Through the winter time to help me cope

Gray gloves with a removable top

There was much more, I couldn't stop

Winter tea and chicken noodle soup

Hard candies flavored with fruit

A space crazy maze and a word search puzzle book

And guess what else, I just had to look

Some fortune cookies, and chop sticks too

To make the season, a lot less blue

Inside the gold box, there was so much more

Unseen to the eyes, yet beyond the door

Thoughtfulness and caring, was sent my way

When the Gold Box arrived, on this special day

This is for Maryann & Gary Belanger, who sent me Winter

Survival packages filled with many wonderful things.

Everything in there, warmed my heart through the long winter.

The Green Bag

There's a Green Bag, that I often carry with me

Within it are items, but it's the bag that others see

These are the many things I cherished, all things that I like

One little boy once sang "there's an old man, with a green bag, on a bike"

As I rode the bike, and pedaled my bicycle along

I was touched by the words, that were sung in his song

To some people I may be old, to others I may be young

It depends on who is singing, and how the song is sung

The green bag was given to me, by a good friend that I know

She knew it would make carrying books easier, wherever I would go

It helped to make things easier, as I carried them on my way

And it touched me, when I heard that song sung, on that special day

I find it interesting to see things, through other people's eyes

Sometimes we can see things, while others see a disguise

It's nice to see everything, from a different view

Gives new meanings, makes life feel brand new

That little boy, who's words were sung that day, made the sun shine bright

And made me see inside myself, in a very different kind of light

If it's an old man on a bike, carrying a green bag you should happen to see

Then raise your hand real high and wave, because it could be me

Though I wrote this poem in 2002, it happened years before. I remember

coming home from that bike ride and telling Mom about the kid singing.

She laughed and thought it was funny. She was touched as much as I was.

The friend who gave me the green bag, was Mrs Hivala of the Canterbury

Book store.

The Journal Of Life

I kept a journal of my life, each and every day

I captured all the changes, that happened along the way

In words, I wrote about my life years ago

I can't remember everything, but it's written so I know

Mom and Dad, my Brothers and Sisters, and my friends too

If you were a part of my life, there may be a part about you

I started out with a pen, but then switched to colored words

Each day was different, just like the many types of birds

Things that were forgotten, in my life long ago

Are cherished in these books, of those I use to know

Life is ever changing, people tend to leave

Yet they are remembered, within the life we weave

Another life it seems, has taken us to the present day

It's our own life, that brought us on the journey this way

Words upon the paper, day by day going by

Passing through this life, time sure does fly

As we get older, forgotten are some times

Ringing clearer in these pages, I heard once again the chimes

Every day and night, with each word I add

I think of all I have, and all the things I had

I started my Journal, which I called Diary, in August of 1978.

I wrote down everything that happened to me throughout.

Events that happened in my life, people who were in my life.

I started out with pen, then by my second book, I was using colored

markers to change each day. These days, I type in my day's events.

I am now looking back, and seeing so much I forgot over the years.

The memories make me smile.

The Journey Back In Time

I took a journey back in time, to see what I could see

And when I arrived, I met up with me

I've changed so much, it was hard to recognize

The man that I was back then, right before my eyes

I sat down, and had a chat with me

And asked myself, what he hoped to be

The past me was confused, of the future, of the unknown

I realized just how much, that I had really grown

I asked myself, if he planned on going anywhere

And the me from the past, said that he was scared

I wanted to tell me, there was nothing to fear

And that there would be changes coming, in the atmosphere

I told him there would be pain ahead, but he'll come out stronger

And he'd only have to wait, just a little longer

He looked at me, and asked me how I knew

I smiled and told him, "I'm the future you"

He asked me if there would be love in my life

I told him for a brief time, he would have a wife

I also told him, soon he'd have more spiritual power

The force of will, would help him through each hour

He said he found himself, to be so very weak

I told him he soon would know, the answers that he seeks

He nodded and smiled, and I said I had to go

And I whispered to myself, "soon, you too will know"

Many times the surprises that come into our lives are the greatest.

I did have someone very special come into my life. The greatest

love that could ever be. And through the Covid virus years, I went

through the worst. But through it all, I survived, and continue to

journey through this lifetime.

The Living Game

Taken away from the place he knew

To a new place, where his spirit grew

But it was there, a bond was broken in two

He returned to the place, with lakes of blue

But nothing ever stays the same

There are changes in the living game

You roll the dice, you move three spaces behind

To a space, never knowing what you'll find

A brother takes you in, a place to stay

But your mind is, many miles away

You find a second hand bed

To lay down your confused head

You needed something, that will work for you

Something that would pull you through

He can't even give you any time

To be with your friends online

"This same thing keeps happening to me"

You won't be at ease until you are free

Breathe in, breathe out, "Let me break the chain"

"Give me strength to carry on, release all this pain"

"Music help me through, guide my soul"

"Show me what to do, and where to go"

I got disappointed when my brother wasn't going to let me on to

visit with friends. But he later thought it over and decided

5 PM to 7 PM Eastern Standard Time would be my time.

To chat and e-mail. I am happy now, and still I keep this poem

I wrote to share. He is so use to being alone,

most of his adult life, but he came through. Thanks Clyde!

The Mind Of A Poet

It really is quite simple, in my mind words appear to me

They start forming sentences, and I write them down for others to see

Most of the time I'm listening to music, when all of this takes part

I feel these thoughts come from my soul, and from inside my heart

Sometimes they come to me, after being awakened from my sleep

Sometimes they come when I am happy, and sometimes while I weep

I know that when they appear, I must write them down real fast

For inside my mind, theses memories, never seem to last

Sometimes I get stuck, and can't bring the poem to an end

But then I pick it up, and the words they come again

Sometimes it takes a half hour, sometimes it takes a week

Sometimes it takes much longer, until I find the word I seek

Although many words appear, I am always stuck on one

I want it to fit perfectly, and then the poem will be done

I bring a pen and paper with me, wherever I may go

These words appear at any time, for when, I never know

And preparations are needed, or you will lose it all

If my mind starts wandering, I lose it to a brick wall

Sometimes the words flow from me, like a boat upon a stream

And causes the ripple effect, for many other words to be seen

Mostly it's expressing, what is currently on my mind

And placing them in poetic verse, with all the words I find

Writing poetry comes to each of us, in a different way

Sometimes they come in a dream, or in the middle of the day

You'll write the words down, and the poems will then show it

For deep inside your heart and soul, lives THE MIND OF THE POET

I have written some of my poems in 10-15 minutes at the fastest,

and depending on what is in my mind,

this is how they turn out.

As you have seen.

The Moments That Lead To The End

In the moments that lead to the end

I gave my best and treasured each friend

I shared all the beauty that was seen

The beautiful skies, the trees so green

I socialized on Facebook, with Pen Pals, and on the C.B.

In my lifetime, I found out how to be a better me

In and out of love, I found one that is true

She is the One, until my time is through

I helped those who needed my care

I treated those better, when life was unfair

I found the good in everyone I found

In my lifetime, my soul truly grew

I went on a journey, an ancestry quest

Taking a bus trip, out to the west

I traveled to where my ancestors use to live

If you needed my help, I'd surely give

I found out what happens when we pass away

The realization helps me through each day

The life we have here, isn't the end

It's just a temporary place in time that we spend

The soul's journey continues as we learn from each lesson

In this life and after, it's truly a great blessing

In the moments that lead up until the end

Be your true self, no need to pretend

From your birth, until your death here on Earth, there is so

much to learn and experience. Explore everything! Sometimes

it's not all about exploring everywhere else. Sometimes it's about

exploring everything about where you are at the moment.

Enjoying every moment, every friend, everyone who enters and leaves

your life. For they have touched you in one way or another. Remember,

money isn't everything. There are many things that have more value than

money. Love, friends, pets, a good book, a good TV show, a ride in

the country, a beautiful picture or poem, a song that touches you.

The Pond

I remember as a kid, watching the polliwog

On Aronson Island, soon to be a frog

A pond at the entrance, and the old dirt road

Behind it were plenty of frogs, even a toad

Green Leapers jumped fast and so very high

You'd have to be quick, or they'd all be bye bye

The toads just hopped along, they were slow

You'd always find them, wherever they'd go

We'd bring the frogs home, and put them in a box

One got away, because we didn't use locks

Into Mom's bedroom, and never to be found

No sleep for Mom, it was now Heaven bound

These days as I walk the Island's shore

I found a pond where frogs are galore

Instead of capturing them with my hand

I capture them with my camera, as I walk through the sand

It brought a big smile to my face

Bringing me back to my childhood, a wonderful place

From a polliwog to a frog, as time moves along

From a kid to an adult, in the Universal Song

Back then Aronson Island was all dirt roads, and it

was called Sand Island, and at times Seagull Island.

Right at the entrance was a big pond in the middle of

the sand, and it had Polliwogs in it. Behind that was

grass and many Green Leaper Frogs. Me and my friends

would be there catching the frogs. It was a lot of fun for

us kids back then. These days it is enjoyable just to see

the frogs and polliwogs and capture them with my camera.

Oh, the memories.

The Popcorn Man
© by Bud Lemire on March 3, 2009

Call me The Popcorn Man
I’ll try to help you understand
I love the pop pop pop
From a good crop crop crop

I love to eat the popcorn
I’m sure it’s the reason I was born
Popcorn and cheese every night
Make mine extra butter, alright!

With apple juice, it goes down so wonderfully
Popcorn popping is the favorite treat for me
Oh and I love the smell
When it’s done I hear the microwave bell

Into a bowl falls this corny treat
Into my mouth so I can eat
A slice of cheese completes my corny soul
Fills up my stomach, fills my empty hole

I remember as a boy, at the Popcorn Stand
While listening to the Escanaba City Band
The Popcorn stand stationed on Ludington street
I remember those days with each kernel I eat

As I sit back in my recliner each night
This popcorn snack is a wonderful delight
Now you know and truly understand
Why I can call myself The Popcorn Man

Writing this poem has made me hungry for some popcorn,

so I am going to pop some and sit back and enjoy it. *POP* *POP* *POP*

The Real Me

Photographs and poetry

Look and tell me what you see

Take a look inside my mind

Tell me what it is you find

If you could know what I know

And see the things when they show

Then you would see all that I see

You might understand the real me

If you had lead the life that I did

That made this man out of a kid

Then you might know who I came to be

And you might understand the real me

If you believed all that I believe

Then possibly you wouldn't have to grieve

If you experienced all that I have done

You would understand the true meaning of fun

You are not in my mind, nor in my shoes

What you do know, is just outer news

If you could look inside and see

Then you would know the real me

Everyone has a “Real Me” hidden inside each of them.

Some of our friends and family members only know parts.

Sometimes the “Real Me” comes out, and sometimes they only

see what they want to see on the outer side. It depends on who you

can confide in, and who would think you are crazy for thinking that

way. We all need someone who believes what you believe and understands.

Someone who makes you whole. Someone who lives in your world, and knows

what you know. Many of us don't know the “Real Me” in others. Yet others do.

One thing that makes life better, is accepting the “Real Me” in others for being

their real true selves. Deep inside is the “Real Me.” How you use it, is up to you.

The Spirits Whisper

As I sat and wondered why, some say that I was blessed

I realized in life you give, and receive the best

I always gave what I could, honest and true

But I know there are some things, that I can’t do

I realized that part of me

Was lost inside and not free

Some times I felt I didn’t belong

Still I carried on and sang my song

I helped those who needed my aide

They were the only reason I would have stayed

My journey took me home

Where my spirit always seemed to roam

Thinking of family gatherings, always brought me back

There I was once again, preparing to pack

On a bus, back to the place I knew

Friends and family, helped me through

So what am I doing here?

The spirits whispered in my ear

“You are here to help guide others like before”

“But your spirit has to do so much more”

I ask them, “Is this where I belong?”

Their reply is “Be patient, and be strong”

I had just come back from Washington state to Upper Michigan,

many thoughts were going though my head.

As with everything, the answers came.

The Super Yooper Bard

In a place in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula land

Lives a poetic thinking Super Yooper Man

He places words into place, others say it’s hard

But he can do it easily, for he’s The Super Yooper Bard

A songster with a Yoop

Eating his yellow pea soup

With pasties on his mind

A better poet you’ll not find

Writing Yooper poems, in the land he lives

The heart of Upper Michigan, and the time he gives

Come read my poem

I write them at home

I wear long underwear, bottoms and the top

Tea brewed just right, from the teapot

In the winter I wear a chook

Snuggled up with a good book

To keep me warm, on a long cold Yooper night

Stop by for a visit, if you happen to see my light

I may write a poem about you

I write about love, life, and everything I do

The trials of life, both the easy and the hard

For that is why I am The Super Yooper Bard

Yooper is the slang for the people of Upper Michigan...above the bridge.

U-per (Upper). Chook is not a chicken here, but slang for a stocking cap.

He’s a journey man, the traveler on a bike
Pedaling along the sidewalk, doing what he likes
Watching all the squirrels, as they go running by
Gazing at the birds, flying in the sky

He doesn’t ask for much
Finds pleasure in the sun’s touch
Is warmed by his surroundings, and people that he meets
Touches deep within his soul, makes him feel complete

Sees things within, that nobody can see
Feels with his heart and soul, his spirit’s roaming free
He knows the good in people, and he knows the bad
He knows what makes them happy, and what makes them sad

He travels very far, to get to where he’ll be
But it’s an added bonus, to his good quality
Once he is there, he does his very best
It’s the role he’s in, while on his Earthly quest

As his bike keeps rolling, beauty is what he sees
Sunshine on the land, and all the different trees
The flowers, and the green grass upon the ground
He always seems to find good, wherever he is found

As he pedals down the sidewalk, and rides along the street
He waves at all the people, as only he can greet
He’s a journey man, the traveler on a bike
Pedaling along the sidewalk, doing what he likes

It always feels so nice to ride the bicycle and enjoy the scene

as I pedal along through the park and down the streets

These Blinking Eyes

These blinking eyes, always shut

When there stands before me, a camera nut

Opening them to stay

Is so hard to do any day

The flash strikes, and then guess what

Yep, you're right, my eyes again blinked shut

What can I do

Use some kind of glue

Sensitive when the flash goes

Seems to me my eyes always knows

Click click click

Did that do the trick

Why do I sleep in the pics

It's a problem I need to fix

These blinking eyes that always close

Living in the shadow of my nose

The flash of the camera always makes my eyes.

When I use my camera, I leave the flash off .

This Man Is Me

Caring is one word, I use to describe me

Kind and comforting, is what others see

I'd like to think, that I am unique

Not too overbearing, and not too weak

With a touch of humor, and a smile on my face

I'm more a person, of the slower pace

Always writing poetry, straight from my soul

Honest and truthful, with what you need to know

Loves music, a variety for his ears

Not afraid to open up, and let flow his tears

Has a heart that gives, to all his friends

You can tell he's true, with the time he spends

Keeping in touch with relatives, and friends that are far away

Because time moves quickly, and he tries to make their day

All in all, he tries his best to be

Good qualities in a human, for this man is me

Thunder N' Lightning In March

Thunder and lightning in March, how can this be

With rain following the snow, this is so crazy

Has the weather gone wacky, this doesn't seem right

With the thundering noise, and the flashing light

This doesn't happen often, and it isn't very nice

To have this rain freeze, and then turn to ice

It makes it slippery, and hard to shovel as well

How can this happen, and still be as cold as hell

I thought winter would be quiet, without Thunder and light

But it's come too soon, and it just doesn't seem right

Sure, it is great, on a warm summer night

To watch as the sky, sends a flashing of light

But in March, it is hardly around

Never thought I'd hear, that thundering sound

Here it is, what more can I say

Weather will be here, with us every day

With all the changes, that happened within a year

The weather changed also, which seems mighty queer

But I guess that is life, what else is new

Just thought you'd enjoy, my weather review

I remember that day. Mom had just passed, and I was

alone in the old Family home this March. I was outside

The snow came, the rain came with Thunder and Lightning,

and then it froze. I had just come home from helping Bob

Miller to bed, and I could use the shovel, because the rain

had frozen on top of the snow. I had to chip away at it, in

order to get to the snow. This doesn't happen often, but now

and then the weather just is a bit off the usual path.

Ticks Me Off

Don't like Wood Ticks, they get into my blood

Politics turn me off, like a stick in the mud

I like Tic Tacs, they taste good to me

Tick Tock, Tick Tock, time is the key

Don't like those Wood Ticks, crawling all over me

Those nasty blood suckers, just let me be

Politics lose my interest, turns my stomach sour

To me it's a battle, of who has more power

Republican or Democrat, how will you vote

To me it's like being, in a leaky boat

Just let me out, I don't want to drown

Or cut off my ear, to a Political clown

Why does someone always have to be right

Opinions and comments, aren't really that bright

When they are pushed, and very rude

It starts up smoke, in a Political Feud

I hear the bickering, all of the time

It ticks me off, when they cross the line

If you choose someone, go ahead and vote

It's something I prefer, to be on a silent note

Even though the Election is over. I still hear

the bickering going on. It's time to move on.

The winner is President, and like anyone who

wins, we can only hope they do a good job.

Don't cry that you lost, don't point fingers

and brag that you won. To me it is like

acting like kids that never grew up. The

world still goes on. You shouldn't be

ready to kick someone off your list

because they didn't vote the same way

as you. They plain dumb thinking there.

Just because they don't share your opinion,

doesn't make them any less of a friend.

Time Changes Everyone

People want to remember you, as you use to be

But time changes everyone, even the old me

You come back to your origin, but nothing is the same

The only thing not changed, is your first and last name

An alternate place in time

Never able to cross that line

You can never go back to that place

Time moves ahead into future space

Family greets you, giving you moral support you need

Inside they wonder, will he fail or will he succeed

He wonders, is this where he belongs

To right his feelings, that had gone wrong

He searches for the answers, that brought him back here

Around and around in his mind, until all becomes clear

Can he make it on his own

Will he be happy all alone

Will he stand up and fight

For life and love and light

Will he survive life and all

Or could it be, that he will fall

Just got back from Washington, and trying to

make a go of it back in my hometown

Variety

The best thing in my world is variety

Too much of just one thing is not good for me

I like to reach out, enjoy and explore

No limitations of what I should ignore

To let the music take me anywhere

Enjoy each moment that I'm there

Read any book that interests me

No limitations to the possibility

I like to meet new people and chat

Wherever in the world they are at

I'll give anything a try once and see

If it's something that feels good to me

I don't like just one color of lights, on the Christmas tree

All the colors together, now that's what I call variety

I don't stick to any selected group, I like to be free

To express myself openly, for that's what feels right to me

I like to write down ideas, that I love to share

That you'll read, when you have the time to spare

I'll write about any subject, I'm sure you will see

Because I think it's great to have Variety

Washington School

I'm taken back, a long time ago

Teachers and classmates, that I came to know

I didn't start there, I'll have to skip just one

Memories of going there, we sure had a lot of fun

First Grade Mrs. Woodard, Second Grade Mrs. Cass

Third Grade Mrs. Sprague, time sure went fast

Fourth Grade Mrs. Tippett, Fifth Grade Mr. Leduc

In the Winter time, we had to wear a chook

The Sixth Grade, we had Ms. Severe

I remember the teachers from every year

In Second Grade, we moved from the old to the new

After Washington School, is when I really grew

Memories bring me back there, with just a thought

And I find myself in the class, right at that very spot

Playing marbles, tether ball, or on the Jungle Gym

As children, we did so many things on a whim

Being a Cross Guard, was something to enjoy

At Washington School, I was just a little boy

As Washington School, the building we once knew

Becomes a sports field, its schooling days are through

Of course it's been awhile since it was a school. Many times

priorities come first. Safety for the kids who go to the school

once called Junior High. Changes are a part of life. We all

know about them, as we have each gone through so many.

Seems like every year there are changes, of one kind or another.

Our memories of that time will always be with us, or in my case

written down in a poem or somewhere else.

Since then, the school was torn down. All I have now is pictures

and memories to remind me of those days.

Watching Me

Out of my window, the fog rolls on in

I look a bit closer, could that be my twin?

Out of the fog, comes a man on a red bike

Carrying a camera, and we look alike

He seems to be searching, and looking around

From the 15th floor of the Harbor Tower, I can't hear a sound

He takes out his camera, and takes a picture I see

As I watch his movements, he acts a lot like me

I see him riding his red bike to another spot

He jumps off his bike, and takes another shot

He's seeing things that I can't see from up here

I'm sure I would see them, if I was near

I see him ride out to Aronson Island, and then he comes back

On his back there seems to be a good sized backpack

Assuming he's me, I know what is inside there

A water bottle, a snack, extra batteries, that he takes everywhere

From the bridge to the Marina, to the Municipal Dock

I watch as he captures the scenes, around the clock

He must be seeing something, that no one else can

I should know what he is seeing, for I am that man

Yet, how can I see me, when I am up here

There's a fog in my mind, that makes it unclear

Am I seeing the future, or maybe the past

Why am I having this vision, I ask myself at last

I stop asking myself why, as I'm looking at me

As I see me take a picture, of a beautiful tree

I was gazing out the window today and saw the

fog rolling in. I thought of myself down there

taking pictures. There are days when you can find

much more beauty, and there days when you find less.

But I always find most days, I can find something good

in every day to take a picture of.

Wednesday At Lakeview

Gather around, there's fun for you

You'll be happy, you did it too

Cards and Dice, a fast paced game

Having fun, is our aim

I'm the host, I'll guide you

Time will fly, and we'll be through

You may not remember everyone

When you see me, you'll think of fun

There's a smile, upon your face

Where you sit, is the perfect place

Don't worry if your memory lacks

I'll fill it in, all those cracks

The company is great, time really flies

I'll help you out, just watch my eyes

Just throw the dice, and play a card

You see now, it wasn't so hard

It's not too complicated, and you can see

I make it easy, when you play with me

It's almost supper time, so we'll stop here

I must await my ride, I don't live near

Being a Senior Companion is fun.

Lately I've been gathering a crowd of people

who are enjoying the game Polish Poker. It's

an easy game to play, and we have a lot of fun

with it. Time goes really fast, and before I know

it, it's time for me to watch for my ride.

When We Pray

I remember one time, at a low point in my life

That I prayed to God, to bring a mate, a wife

It seems that God does listen, to every word I say

And knows all that are sent, in the messages when we pray

I remember a time, when I asked to leave a place

Lost and alone, with much I could not face

I prayed quite often, for changes to come around

And found myself on a bus, I was Canadian bound

When I returned, I found that it came true

Taken was the life, the one I always knew

I prayed some time ago, to help me know what to do

So awakened was my spirit, so I'd know all that was true

How could I survive, I could hardly stand alone

And the answer came, with the ringing of the phone

It was a special friend, who lived so far away

And she came into my life, and there she would stay

She came to show me, that life could be much more

If we remember to look, behind each unopened door

She came to tell me, of a message from above

That she'd stand beside me, because she was in love

I have never felt so complete, and happy in this way

And know our words are heard, in messages, When We Pray

This came to me one morning and I couldn't

get back to sleep until I wrote it down.

Praying for me, is sending out messages to

the universe, so we'll be heard.

It doesn't have to be two hands

together.

Where I Belong

I waited so long for a love that didn't arrive

A part of me died, even though I was alive

I found myself in a place, I have never been before

I didn't know where to go, or if I could open that door

The door was opened, and before me was someone I did know

She was a special friend that I knew some time ago

Her life had lead her, down some rocky roads

We reconnected, and we lightened each other's loads

She offered me all the love, that she could ever give

She gave me every reason, of a good life I could live

She offered each and every brightly shining star

And she was willing to take me away real far

I took her words, and held them close to my heart

And knew in my life, she played a special part

I thought I knew a love, that was always based on truth

But it was the pain of broken promises, like a pulling of a tooth

She kept me feeling all her love, each and every day

And I could sense it in her actions, and in every way

There wasn't any room for doubt, her love was very strong

I knew this was what love should be, and where I did belong

And at the time, I did go there, and did belong. It was the

greatest adventure and life to have experienced. But some

things come to an end, so we can continue life's experience

in other places and in other ways. And I went on to enjoy

more life in other places and with other people.

Bud's Poetry By Category

Monday, December 25, 2023

All About Me

My 1,000th Poem

© by Bud Lemire on April 2nd, 2007

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