(3/6/12)

His future had been laid- for he was a carpenter by trade.
Just as a carpenter can mold anything out of wood
He could mold mans hearts and souls into good.

He would mold mans hearts with accurate precision
For this was his fathers decision.
He came to mold all the hearts of mankind
And open the eyes of the blind.

The world would come to know him as the king of kings
And see all the love that he would bring.
Throughout the centuries it will be told
He is the master craftsman of the heart and soul.

Now when we feel a tingle of  sensation
And a wanting to get more of inspiration
Look for the craftsman who could mold
The hearts and souls of man
To give you a helping hand.

when he made the heart of man
He left a corner deep within
Where the love for him can forever grow
And his love you could show.

Let all who know you - know this carpenter man
Who from evil he took his stand.
He has entered in you to mold you from the inside out
So you would know what loves about.

© L .RAMS

I tried to explain colors to a person who could not see
But I found it was too hard for me.
Then a thought came into my mind
To put their feelings into color and rhyme.

The first question I asked is :
WHAT DO YOU FEEL ABOUT “LOVE”?
      “I feel like I’m flying high above the sky”
Then I will call that GREEN
For high above the earth, that color is seen.
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT
WHEN YOU’RE FEELING  “DOWN”?
    It’s when I have no one to talk to and no one around.
Then I will call that BROWN.
WHAT ABOUT “SADNESS”?
      That is when I lost something that cannot be replaced.
Then I will call that “GREY” for that
Is something which in your heart will stay.
WHAT ABOUT “LAUGHTER”?
    That is when my stomach shakes like Jell-O.
Then I will call that emotion “YELLOW”
Then the final question I must ask
WHAT ABOUT GOD?
      That is when I am lifted high above
      All that I think and feel.
Since GOD is pure, I will call it white
Because he puts your heart and soul into flight.
“ we have enough colors for different emotions
Just like the raindrops that fall into the ocean.
Now the colors no longer have a barrier, because now
It has an emotional carrier.
Emotions and colors go hand in hand, just like the joining
In a wedding band.

© L . RAMS

Some say I’m over weight- while some say I’m fat.
I say I’m big ***** - my doctor told me that.
What does weight matter? -  does it mean I can’t love?
I was made this way - by GOD up above.

My brother is tall and thin- they say he’s bones and skin.
                Why does weight matter?
Can any of us ever win !

They say when we walk down the street
We look like ABBOTT and COSTELLO
He looks like a bamboo stick
While I look like a cello.

We’ve learned how to accept the jeers
And to control our rages and emotions
For “IN GOD” we put our devotion.

Love lives in any size bodies!
Big or small, short or tall
GOD has given love to all.

Why do people love to criticize and find
Fault with every one, when they themselves
Have faults , which can not be undone.

When I was growing up , there  was a saying
For both fat and thin, and no matter
which way you put it
Both sides would always win.

They would say : the closer the meat to the bone the sweeter it is
And: the more the meat, the better the treat.

So to all you criticizers ! We will not be put down.
For you are the one
who walks with the heavy crown.

© L. RAMS

(10/1/12)

She was a big ***** woman without an ounce of fat
But for her height and stature, she was much more than that.
She was a queen - a goddess of height and might
And for her love I would surely fight.

Her height and physique would put fear
In other women from the start
But she had the most kind and gentlest heart.

Why does height and build stop us from seeing
Ones true self.
It’s only a body - it’s only a shell.

The inside of that giant or dwarf
May be as big or as small as you
And going thru your same things too.

“So remember” -  our bodies are just an outer shell
The only place our hearts can dwell.

© L . RAMS

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(9/28/12)

It was mid- afternoon and the sun was hot
As my eyes searched for a cool shaded spot.
But there was none to be found
As my feet burned from the scorching ground.

It seemed like miles that I had traveled
As my thoughts became unraveled.
Thinking about how my life had been
And in this battle could I win.

I lost my job, my house, my family too
Walking these streets not knowing what to do.
But there was something that  for years
I had not done or tried
As I fell to the ground and began to cry.

LORD ! My life has become empty and hollow
Is this a sign - that with you I should follow?

Right there and then a cloud covered the sun
When I heard a voice say “your life has just begun”.
Follow this path that I will give
And you will see what it is to live “

Then the sun reappeared and washed away all my fears.
In its place came relief, and with it a new belief.
Of HOPE , FAITH ,  AND LOVE
Given to me from above.

I followed his path and spread his word
And preached to others that had never heard.
In the homeless shelters I found my flock
And from that point on - I did not stop.

The homeless now have their faith renewed
And this was the path that I had to do.
I had lost and gave up everything
From my old life, and the path
I now follow is of paradise.

© L . RAMS

(5/9/12)

I was coming home late from a date, and did not look
To see if anyone was around or was following me.
When out of the darkness he jumped out
And put his hand on my mouth.

Then put a knife to my throat and told me
“don’t be stupid if you want to live
To me your body you will give.”

She was always told : “don’t put your life in harms way
And if you can - run away”.
And if someone grabs you from behind
You must stomp on his foot as hard as you can
He will loosen up his hand.    ( which she did)

She swung her arm back as hard as she could
The pain in his crotch - he understood.
He dropped the knife and released his hold
She ran so fast - before her legs got cold.

Now there is a reason for this poem I must tell.
     DON’T BE A VICTIM- RUN LIKE HELL.

I always told my daughter : to always look around
And to listen for any unfamiliar sound
Preventive medicine can always help you through
If you know just what to do.

p.s. this is just a story -but can happen.