Best Louie Poems
Perhaps you have a friend that came into your life for just a season. And just like that, that friend had to relocate for a very good reason.
I really do not recall that there was much we ever had in common.
But without a doubt, I loved when to their home we were summoned.
Whenever my wife and I were there, I hated when it was time to go. He and his wife are most precious, people we are proud to know.
Several years ago when they decided to move away, I greatly opposed. I later learned theirs was a selfless move, and I was selfish I suppose.
It was in a study group that I got the news about our friends leaving, And we each took our turn to pray about the reality of their moving. I even recall a few sincere words I used in my prayer to The Lord. "If I were you, I'd simply tell them to forget about it Dear Lord".
I suspect that what Louie and I had was something I never had before. My conversations with him were rare, the kind I came to love and adore.
I saw in Louie no trace of mask or fake, but pure unadulterated genuiness. We often disagreed and had heated debates without any duress or distress.
I have seen Louie once or twice since they moved away to Lone Star State. I miss my friend Louie, especially the way we orchestrated those debates.
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Once was a man named lefty Louie
Tried robbing corner store Oh phooey
Little did he come know
Ten sensei's Ready go
Here there nothing felt but Ka Pooey's
Tribute To
Marshall Arts
There he comes to say good morning, mommy.
My cat Louie with eyes of gold, stripes that
wrap around him from head to tail.
On his paws he has white socks.
He comes meowing loudly making sure I hear him.
he wants me to know 'his dish is empty and his fat belly
is too' again he meows 'Mommy get up and feed 'me'.
As I get up and I am walking into the kitchen he decides
to bloop him self at my feet, rolling, yawning and wanting
me to see his furry fat empty belly.
See mommy this belly needs to be filled up!
I tell him he is a beautiful boy, up he comes
looks at me and meows 'now for kitty sake
feed me'.
My cat Louie is a most handsome cat
of orange and white fur and
bright yellow eyes
Long white whiskers too
He follows me around the house
Where I am he is sure to follow
He speaks in bird
Which means his meow is more
like a chirp
I swear he has dog in him
The post man comes and
Louie growls at him
When the ring goes off
He first growls and then
runs to check who set it off
He must come to my bedroom
whenever I am in there
He lays out on my bed
and digs his head in my
night clothes
He must be held in my arms
at least a few times a day
If this is not done then he
jumps into my lap and
plops down right there
Falling asleep immediately
Louie is also the destroyer
of many a blind
No blind can go unharmed
for he must see outside
at all times
Louie is my cat
I love him so
He returns my love ten fold
Nothing can change
the connection we have
We got him just a few weeks old
With energy to burn
But he was very brave and bold
For lessons he would learn
Named him Louie from the start
And every day was new
He ran and each day played his part
His love was deep and true.
We played and learned to chase the birds
As much as he would try
He never understood my words
That dogs can never fly
He was quick and he was smart
He understood commands
He had such a loving heart
Your love he would demand
Then one day out of the blue
Louie was not well
He was tired and troubled too
Anyone could tell
With my partner Louie went
Two hundred miles away
And I was checking, text were sent
On Louie every day.
I had to practice with the band
So early I had been
I sat there on the bench at hand
And wondered about him
And as I sat I saw a streak
A feather in the air
It flew and seemed to hunt and seek
Searching for me there
It swirled around and down the wall
The corner it did turn
And then like it had heard my call
It echoed my concern
The wisp was Louie I was sure
Sent to give me hope
It was a message to endure
Helping me to cope
It came at me so hard and fast
And flew beneath my seat
I hoped that it would stay at last
And make my day complete
The feather now I could not see
I smiled so deep inside
Louie had come back to me
Bliss I could not hide
But as I felt some comfort there
I saw the feather leave
It waved goodbye without a care
And I began to grieve
The next day when I got the call
The sun breaking the dawn
I knew before the words could fall
That Louie now was gone
And now I know the wisp to be
The feather that would fly
Was Louie coming back to me
To say his last goodbye
A foolish poem I guess you think
It’s silly til the end
If so you’ve not felt your heart sink
On losing man’s best friend
(Louie - RIP November 9, 2021)
My pet mouse Louie is a connoisseur of exotic cheese,
But when it comes to gratifying him, he's mighty hard to please!
I have my own choice of cheese, therefor, 'tis an ongoing clash,
Between me and Louie at which he has become somewhat brash!
If I set a snack of limburger before him, he'll turn up his nose,
And I learned mighty quick to no longer on him that crud impose!
I happen to like a simple cheddar but Louie will clearly voice,
His desire for an expensive gouda if he had to make the choice!
We both abhor cottage cheese on that we can readily agree,
But he savors bizarre cheeses such as Greek feta and French brie!
The latter two I can barely tolerate and well-nigh cause me to retch!
I hate to divulge this but Louie is becoming a bothersome kvetch!
Lately he insists on me catering ricotta, swiss and mozzarella.
(Ain't gonna happen, you can bet your life on that, little fella!)
Alas, my dilemma was solved by my cat who relishes tasty mice;
Louie was devoured by ravenous Jeff the cat which wasn't very nice!
Entry for Barry Stebbins' "Poem About Cheese" Contest
(15 November 2018)
The sky royal blue as it overlooked king louie's castle
Tucked away serene in the back country
Not a knight out of place not even a distressed damosel to be saved
Even the dark musky dungeons were seeing their better day
War was at hand, but everyone stayed calm
Honest king louie with his massive blue eyes
Flashed his brow twice and the war was dismissed
All his followers chanted his good name
Give cheer for the king and his court
As he reigned on his throne beside the beautiful queen
Alls well that ends well in this medieval scene
July 27, 2013
Lewd Louie came from Windy City
he went straight for the nitty gritty
got fresh with Margo
who told her man Beau
who kicked his a** with rhythmicity
Up in Maine lived an old frenchman
His name Louie Ledoux
Born and lived there all his life
A Mainer through and through
One day Louie heard a knock on his cabin door
He opened it to find two men he'd never seen before
Louie, one said, I've got some news, I'm afraid it isn't good
But when they drew state boundaries, they weren't put where they should
It seems they drew them too far south, about two hundred feet
It should be back up north of here where Maine and New Hampshire meet
So I've got to tell you, when the lines we do resight
You'll no longer be a Mainer, but a New Hampshireite
Louie thought a while then said “I guess that's not so bad”
When I think of all the wicked bad winters Maine has had
It could be a good thing now that I'm getting old
I hear that in New Hampshire, the winters aren't as cold
11/4/2011
Long long ago and far far away, lived an angel better known this day....
As Lucifer with big bright eyes and much bigger, dreams ? Twas a lovely lad
Blessed his majestic voice in that be, crystal waters; her cherubs adored this child
Perhaps you see for nothing is always what it seems ? Jettison the light their stars at dawn
Anew as news of time's glass; these stirring images now rippling, through divinities kingdom ?
Bronze her beauty waiting amid the turning stall ? Tugging on tomorrow's reins; and off she lept..
Some say there was a vision; while others believe surely it were a cause ? Either be we all agree; joyfully.
Pool's Prince Charming
by Michael R. Burch
this is my tribute to the legendary pool shark "Saint Louie" Louie Roberts
Louie, Louie, Prince of Pool,
making all the ladies drool ...
Take the “nuts”? I'd be a fool!
Louie, Louie, Prince of Pool.
Louie, Louie, pretty as Elvis,
owner of (ahem) a similar pelvis ...
Compared to you, the books will shelve us.
Louie, Louie, pretty as Elvis.
Louie, Louie, fearless gambler,
ladies' man and constant rambler,
but such a sweet, loquacious ambler!
Louie, Louie, fearless gambler.
Louie, Louie, angelic, chthonic,
pool's charming hero, but tragic, Byronic,
winning the Open drinking gin and tonic?
Louie, Louie, angelic, chthonic.
NOTE: If you like my tribute you are welcome to share it, but please credit me as the author, which you can do by copying the title and subheading. I used poetic license about what Louie Roberts was or wasn't drinking at the 1981 U. S. Open Nine-Ball Championship. Was Louie drinking hard liquor as he came charging back through the losers' bracket to win the whole shebang? Or was he just pretending to drink for gamesmanship or some other reason? I honestly don't know. As for the word “chthonic,” it’s pronounced “thonic” and means “subterranean” or “of the underworld.” And the pool world at its worst can be very dark indeed, as Louie’s tragic demise suggests. But everyone who knew Louie seemed to like him, if not love him dearly, and many sharks have spoken of Louie in glowing terms, as a bringer of light to that underworld.
Get Louie
Louie is bad guy
he's the scum of the earth
he's been causing trouble
since the day of his birth
nobody likes him
not even his mom
shoot him stab him
blow him up with a bomb
get Louie
he's a rotten cheat
and a dirty liar
when he was a kid
he liked setting kittens on fire
he'd trip you on the steps
thought he was funny
and when you weren't looking
he'd steal your lunch money
get Louie
his day will come
someone will do him in
a left to the gut
and a right to the chin
shoot at his feet
and make him dance
roll him in mud
and pull down his pants
get Louie
well the day has come
he finally met his match
they found him in the dirt
down by the strawberry patch
he was hog-tied naked
and gaged with a rag
and stuffed up his butt
was an American flag
we got Louie
Gomer LePoet ....
A close relative was talked into getting a pet once because he was a newlywed, and a sensitive guy, and he wanted to please his bride. She talked him into getting a cat. Within a year, he and his cat, Fat Louie, were inseparable. She had her own cat, Princess Lil, but was not as attached as he became. She had lots of pets, treated them like cans of milk, not like family.
A year after he got talked into Fat Louie, this young couple received some great news. They were getting a human baby to love and pet, so she decided he needed to get rid of both cats. Please bear in mind, she had no familial feelings toward Princess Lil, but he considered Fat Louie his best friend, and a family member. Fat Louie followed him everywhere, and parked his fat butt on his lap every second he was in the house.
So this sensitive guy, who had to be talked into loving a pet in the first place, who felt like King Louie was a part of his family, had to take his one and only pet to an adoption center. Sort of sad, but wait. It gets worse.
Fat Louise escaped within two days and made it back home.
It nearly killed this super-sensitive sweet guy to give King Louie up a second time.
They have several children now, and none of them have a pet. I wonder where she will take them if she gets tired of them?
Lefty Louie was screwy
His stinky bum went blewy
Like a peeled onion
Was a ripe bunion
Terminus Fungus was he
You got to love it, you know what it is!
you know i will, hey, it's me man!
how long have you known me? what else?
i just can't believe people!
they will lie to people, then lie for people,
who lie to other people, then get lied to by,
the people they lied for.
then cover their lie with yet another lie.
it's too the point anymore, that even they believe the lie's.
then what?
It's so bad when the high is more important, then the friend.
a man can never have too, many friends.
but one enemy is one too many.
It's so much better to walk in the sun,
then run for the dark, everytime you think you see someone,
you think you know.
If you like it dark, and love it hot, you're at the door.
he knows you're comming, years of knocking, knock once more.
then asked for louie!