Best Lou Poems

I have a tree named Lou, a great, spreading beech
the shape of a gigantic pear with the stem upside-down.
I named it Lou so it could be Louise or Louis.
I don't know which.
 
But when I walk in summer, 
I smile when I reach its gentle...

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I'm the luckiest man on earth, Lou Gehrig had said
Two months later, the greatest Yankee was dead
   Gehrig suffered from ALS, a fatal disease
   He peered beyond the pain, his words a fresh breeze...

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I know you left us/ way before your time
And still it's hard for us to see exactly why
The pain you suffered/ kept hidden within
No way to tell us, nowhere to begin
Yet you lived on for 35 years
Until finally you couldn't suffer through anymore tears
I know...

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There once was a dragon, his name was, Little Lou.
His mind in a quandary, didn’t know what to do.
Dragon’s love children, this Lou wanted to teach;
how and where to begin, it seemed so out of reach.

Being himself, a young dragon lad;
Lou knew within, his wish...

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The stray cat walks on three legs now.
(I swear he’d walk on two.)
I found out just the other night;
My neighbors call him Lou.

He’s weathered one more winter:
The fourth since I arrived.
The shape he’s always in by spring:
Lord . . how does he survive?

I leave a...

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When we found you at the pound,
your eyes showed your despair,
all the others jumped around,
but not you, you just laid there.

dull chocolate coat, and painfully skinny,
you didn't even lift your head,
I watched you sadly, just a pup,
yet you seemed so grown up.

Half Lab, half Whippet,...

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Tootle Lou clamored to enter the hive,
Snooty queen's pheromones said, "Your antenna's not jive."
Tootle Lou retired to her bachelorette tree,
A wasp with child declared, "No vacancy!"

Tootle Lou landed in a virgin's church hat,
Escaped with her life as the boyfriend slapped.
She entered a bedroom of sugar...

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(MaGowen’s Pizzaland Monroe, CT 2008)

The caterwaul of the jukebox blends seamlessly with the screech of infants, 
and the fumes of garlic hanging heavily in the air.

The true mama’s and papa’s are here, here where the dough flies 
the glasses clink; and the Beatles belt out...

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You talk about a woman great, I talk a legend
A man carry in his heart from childhood to years
Not come as yet. Our culture by captivity rend
Without liberty, and unpreserved in scars of tears
We gathered apart from village smoke and dust
To mend and make in...

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To know you're destined to write poetry, I think a poet needs to find a meaning to his or her own life in everything they see, read or hear. Be it simply opinion, or great revelation. Since I was around 12, I've loved Kerouac's On...

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Tootle Lou met the gang at the McDonalds by the sea,
She shambled in with pants too big and stains for all to see.
We chewed and swallowed but never tasted,
Brain receptors craving stuff that Tootle Lou had wasted.

A carnal exchange that blew on a dime;
For that,...

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best friend, children, first love, games, heartbreak, life, moving on,

SKIP TO MY LOU! ©

Harmonizing rhythms
Rotations synchronize to
Skip to My Lou
My Darlings

Couples take up ends
Two turn rope 'required'
Like me with you

Two ends
One jumper
Take turns
Work ends timing.


Double Dutch
Double quick
Pavement recounts
All the licks!

Skipped times
Challenges anew
Missteps loose turns
Rope Splits
Stop...

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I'll never forget the dog named Lou,
When he came to us he was no bigger than my shoe.
He was friendly to all , that was his take,
But he was my wife's dog make no mistake.

Of the dog's that I've known,
Throughout their lives as they've grown,
There...

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Hi, my name is Jerry
My close friend Lou passed away this week
He was a very avid and knowledgeable baseball guy
People were amazed when they talked baseball with Lou
He knew all about the players their stats, their strengths and weakness
He taught the fundamentals of the game...

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apologies to Robert W. Service
There’s a tale that is told
In the night Yukon cold
Of the shooting of Dan Mc Grew
The truth as it’s known
Is a legend that’s grown
And the truth is known by very few

It’s twenty years on
The Malamutes gone
There’s nobody left from that night

But...

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