The missus bought a Paperback
  ...at Val Village, Saturday,
  I had a look inside her bag;
  ....T'was "Fifty Shades of Grey".

  Well I just left her to it,
  And at ten I went to bed.
  An hour later she appeared;
  The sight filled me with dread…..

  In her left she held a rope;
  And in her right a whip!
  She threw them down upon the floor,
  And then began to strip.

  Well fifty years or so ago;
  I might have had a peek;
  But Mabel hasn't weathered well;
  She's eighty four next week!!

  Watching Mabel bump and grind;
  Could not have been much grimmer.
  And things then went from bad to worse;
  She toppled off her Zimmer!

  She struggled back upon her feet;
  A couple minutes later;
  She put her teeth back in and said
  .....I am the dominater !!

  Now if you knew our Mabel,
  You'd see just why I spluttered,
  I'd spent two months in traction
  For the last complaint I'd uttered.

  She stood there **** and naked
  Bent forward just a bit
  I went to hold her, sensual like
  and stood on her left ***!

  Mabel screamed, her teeth shot out;
  My god what had I done!?
  She moaned and groaned then shouted out:
  "Step on the other one"!!

  Well readers, I can't tell no more;
  About what occurred that day.
  Suffice to say my jet black hair,
  Turned fifty shades of Grey.

She recalled the day she was abducted on the street
One held her hands, the other held her feet.
Thrown in the minivan and no help in sight
As she fought with all her might.
Her begging and pleading was not heard
As they tied her up without a word.
Blindfolded and gagged and threatened with a knife
Till she had no will left to fight.
She had heard and read about the slavery market
And how people did this to line up their pockets.
Beaten and drugged into submission and used as a *** toy
Threats of violence were their ploy.
Abducted at twelve years old , now this story must be told.
Human ******* and slavery is worldwide, and has been
Going on since the beginning of time.
They will take your children, sister and brother
And any other that they think that they can use
For their clients from which to choose.
She had to work the streets- otherwise she would not eat
This is the ******* in which she lived and had to endure
And to try to escape she wasn’t sure.
After escaping from her captors after ten years
Her story she wanted to share.
Never walk alone, stay in a group, and over your
Shoulder you should look.
Beware the predators – they are all around
Many more victims will be found.

© L . RAMS

he Was an abusive man and led her by the hand
Took her to a room and beat her till she was black and blue
In fear she didn’t know what to do , so she called the
ABUSIVE HOTT LINE – they told her to come in and she’d be fine.

With this group there was no hesitation
They filled out the reports and took her to the police station.
A restraining order was filed to protect her and her child.

He had done this many times before and they let him walk out the door.
No others had filed charges against him and he’d walk out with a grin.
But with her he could not be within fifty yards
Otherwise he’d be charged.

The ABUSIVE LINE is open to everyone
Don’t wait till they have a gun.
The abuser wants to be in control of your mind, body and soul.
To them it’s the greatest power to control your every hour.
And put fear in your mind and keep you meek so you stay in line
No matter where you live you will find an ABUSIVE HOT LINE..
Reach out while you can and get yourself a helping hand.

© L . RAMS 041415

She is short and round, but not loved by the pound
She has no waistline or protruding ****
She even has a hanging gut.
Yet! Not every package that glitters is made of gold
Look inside for life to unfold.
The greatest two gifts that GOD had given to man
And this you must understand, is the creation of women
And the glory of birth, and then he spread this throughout the earth.
Do not look at her to criticize, but be thankful that she is alive.
She can give life to another being, no matter what others are seeing.
She can warm a man on cold wintery nights and she can get angry and even fight.
But she is what keeps us alive, and on this we can’t deny.
Many may not like a person who is heavy or thin? So how do you win!
Acceptance is the key!  Accept that person who is short and round
Because no one likes to be put down.
A man’s heart is 10-12 ounces and a women’s is 8-10
And can hold a love that will never end.

(10/12/11)

Why do I feel this sadness deep inside
Is it mistakes that I try to hide?
Like a drowning victim gasping for air
Your chest becomes tight and your hearts in despair.

Like a wind blown feather landing on the ground
You want to scream , but you don’t make a sound.
Hundreds of people all around
Yet this sadness gets you down.
You don’t know how or why you get this way
You just want to hide - or run away.

Some get sad for menial things
But this is what sadness brings.
So this thought I will inflict
“ you have to get over it really quick”.

Sadness can pull you down, especially
When there’s no help around.
TAKE YOUR LIPS AND SPREAD THEM WIDE
AND PULL OUT THAT LAUGHTER FROM DEEP INSIDE.

Did you feel the difference that it brought
This is what I was taught.

             SMILE !                   :-)

Adopted (story)

There’s a tale that I must tell
Of a heart that I knew quite well.
This heart dwelled within her chest
And had given its very best.

Love and compassion had filled this heart
But it was taken advantage of from the start.
This love and compassion was given
Freely to children in pain
But to the adoption agencies
It was just a game.

“ sell the child to the highest bidder”
You work for us - we have no quitters!
Take them for all the money that you can
This is part of the company plan.
And promise them what you must
For in us they put their trust.

If they want a particular type of child
Then they will have to wait a while.
We can give them what they want
If the price is right.
But it will not be overnight.

If they just want a child, and there
Is no preference to how it must be.
We will fill the contract gladly.

We have black children, white children
Oriental too.
We’ll do what we must - to satisfy you.

Now her heart was overflowing
And she knew where she was going.
She went to the D C S where her
case she would rest.

The Department of Children s Services was
Already building a case, because
Of so many civilian complaints.
Now with the case pending
Where to place them, the judge was rendering.

“ I will take them if I can, for I have more
Than enough land.
I have a ranch with more than enough rooms
Give them to me it’s not too soon.

Do a background check, which I know you must
For in the system I put my trust.

One month later, they was living under their roof
For the courts had gotten the proof.
She raised the children like her own
And to the courts it was shown.

Now she can share her heart, and the children
Can have a brand new start.

LOVE AND COMPASSION RULE!

louis rams

i was adopted at my birth, they paid my mother
what they thought it was worth. (medical bills)
she said that she could not care for me
she was too young and wanted to be free.

i was raised by two adoptive parents
who had loved me from the start.
and swore they would never break my heart.
they gave me all that i could want or desire
and their love grew like a flaming fire.

they were always honest with me
and they told me about my mothers plight
and with her parents, she did fight.

in her mind:
she knew that her mother had to give her away
but in her heart, she did pray.

mother! why did'nt you fight to keep me?
everyone is struggling in this economy.

you left without a sign or trace
and i want so much to see your face.

my loving adoptive parents told me from the start
that you had left, but with a broken heart.
every night i have a vision of you in my mind
and you're crying and asking why.

i've gotten permission to finally meet you
i'm so scared, i don't know what to do.
how will i react? what will i say?
so to the LORD i will pray.

when we finally met, we both broke down.
but they were tears of joy and happiness
that a mother and daughter share.
she kissed me and wiped away my tear.
she told me that it was the smartest move she made
for your adoptive parents, love you
more than words can say.

now i have two mothers with whom
i could share my love, and it was given
to me from the LORD up above.

louis rams

(01/11/12)

So many children are waiting in the wings
For being adopted is their thing.
Afraid to make plans for they don’t know
What lies ahead - their future is something
That they do dread.

Some move from home to home and never
Finding where they belong.
Many were abandoned and left on the street
With just their clothes on their backs and no food to eat.

Some were newborns left at police stations
Fire stations , and at church doors
Never to see their parents any more.

They have dreams like so many others
But they would prefer to have parents
And a sister or brother.

A person that they could say that- this is my mom
And this is my dad and I’m proud and awfully glad.
That I have parents as so many other children do
And knowing what it is to be loved like you.

We are all adoptable if given a chance
Look in our hearts and you’ll understand.
We don’t know why we was abandoned
Or what we had done wrong, but with
Parents is where we belong.

I’ll wipe away my tears so that you could see
The love and pain that’s inside of me.
If you can’t have children or have a kind heart
Then adoption is where you can start.

                 ADOPT

(01/11/12)

So many children are waiting in the wings
For being adopted is their thing.
Afraid to make plans for they don’t know
What lies ahead - their future is something
That they do dread.

Some move from home to home and never
Finding where they belong.
Many were abandoned and left on the street
With just their clothes on their backs and no food to eat.

Some were newborns left at police stations
Fire stations , and at church doors
Never to see their parents any more.

They have dreams like so many others
But they would prefer to have parents
And a sister or brother.

A person that they could say that- this is my mom
And this is my dad and I’m proud and awfully glad.
That I have parents as so many other children do
And knowing what it is to be loved like you.

We are all adoptable if given a chance
Look in our hearts and you’ll understand.
We don’t know why we was abandoned
Or what we had done wrong, but with
Parents is where we belong.

I’ll wipe away my tears so that you could see
The love and pain that’s inside of me.
If you can’t have children or have a kind heart
Then adoption is where you can start.

                 ADOPT

(01/11/12)

So many children are waiting in the wings
For being adopted is their thing.
Afraid to make plans for they don’t know
What lies ahead - their future is something
That they do dread.

Some move from home to home and never
Finding where they belong.
Many were abandoned and left on the street
With just their clothes on their backs and no food to eat.

Some were newborns left at police stations
Fire stations, and at church doors
Never to see their parents any more.

They have dreams like so many others
But they would prefer to have parents
And a sister or brother.

A person that they could say that- this is my mom
And this is my dad and I’m proud and awfully glad.
That I have parents as so many other children do
And knowing what it is to be loved like you.

We are all adoptable if given a chance
Look in our hearts and you’ll understand.
We don’t know why we was abandoned
Or what we had done wrong, but with
Parents is where we belong.

I’ll wipe away my tears so that you could see
The love and pain that’s inside of me.
If you can’t have children or have a kind heart
Then adoption is where you can start.

ADOPT

louis rams

(6/1/13)
We are all getting old it doesn’t
Matter what you’ve been told
You go from your childhood to your teen years
But you’re young and you have no fears.
Now that the teen years have come and gone
And to your teen years, you’re trying hold on.

What will happen when you’ve gotten older?
And your thoughts have gotten colder, and
Your movements have slowed down
As you turn and look around.
When your hair may turn grey or it starts to thin
Then you realize that you can’t win.

Age is coming up mighty fast. As you kick
Yourself in the ***.
Your youth like the weather tends to change
And you are never the same.
You started off like a cool gentle breeze
So refreshing to feel, and with
Your spirit you could heal.

Now you’ve become like the torrential rains
That comes from the skies.
Your tears are the raindrops that sink into the ground
But without ever making a sound.

Because you get older does not mean
That your spirit on fire no longer burns
It has just become amber of light
Waiting to ignite.

Just blow on that amber and watch the flame start to rise
As it shoots up and touches the sky.
That flame is the same that you had in your youth
And when you feel it that’s the proof.

                       ENJOY LIFE

(12/31/11)

Christmas is over and my heart is full of gloom
It came very fast , and ended much to soon.
I saw the hearts of people who struggled to bring good cheer
But the only thing they was feeling
Was doubts and lots of fears.

This bad economy has spread worldwide
And it shows in peoples eyes.
But as parents- we’ll use the plastic if we must
For in us “ our children have put their trust”.

We can not dampen their spirits
Or have them give up hope
So with this economy , we’ll just have to learn to cope.

The Christmas tree and decorations
will soon be coming down
And the smiles on their faces
Will soon become a frown.

But they have been taught that we’re
Celebrating the birth of Christ
And to honor our savior is the thing that is right.

As the kings gave this newborn child gifts
Then so must we , for this was something
That GOD did see.
Christ -mas was born because of him.

Every birth is a miracle- as you see It in the mothers eyes
Love and affection is something they can not hide.

Although these Christmas holidays
Are coming to an end
To my family and friends
His love I will send.

(   the story of love which never grows old. )                

I saw something the other day which blew me completely away
Sitting in a diner with a picture of his wife on the table
Who had recently passed away, but in his heart she did stay.
Fifty five years of heavenly bliss, recalling every moment and every kiss.
Tears would always fill his eyes, because it’s so hard to say good-bye.
He would run his finger on the picture of her face
Recalling every line, every trace.
Then a smile would appear, as he recalled his wedding year.
He had struggled to make ends meet, till he got on his feet
Working full time and going to school, for an education was the tool.
So his wife took two jobs and made him quit working
For this was the dream that he had been searching.
His dream had come true because of her love
And this is what he was thinking of.
In a whisper that could hardly be heard came his final words.
“We had shared a life and love so strong, that with you is where I belong.
This cancer has spread and has taken over my body and mind
And an angel has told me that it is now my time.
So keep the door open because I am coming home
So you will never be alone.”
He took his final breath with her picture in his hand
For he was going to the Promised Land.

Age is just a number repeated by everyone.
But when I look in your eyes I see the setting sun.
The clouds seem to surround you, and they dissipate
With your smile, and I know with you
It will stay for quite a while.
Your hair may be changing its color
And you may be finding it hard to walk.
But even with your age, men will still stop and gawk.
For your inner beauty shines like the sun in the sky
But I know they can’t get you, for your heart is still mine.
It’s not the age that makes us old
It’s when we lose the love, that we become cold.
Let that love shine in you as the rising sun
And it will spread throughout the world
Until your days are done.
So fear not your age, for your beauty
Is still locked up in a cage.
And I have come to see as we get older
Our love grows stronger and even more bolder.
That you no longer care to hide it from the world
But to share it, with every young boy and girl.

(5/25/12)

So many different things that we don’t understand
So many different things that are in gods plan
A touch, a look, a place ,a face, a sound, a word
All of these things we have seen or heard.

What I treasure most are those moments that I spend with you
Cause I know exactly what you want me to do.
when I hold you in my arms , I feel your heart begin to race
It beats so fast that I can’t join the pace.

I feel you quiver to my every touch
And I know I need you twice as much.
Falling in love with you was no surprise
I knew it when I looked in your eyes.

My heart was taken and molded into you
To a point I didn’t know what to do.
You used my heart like molding clay
And with you is where I want to stay.

This was a gift that GOD sent to me
And in your arms I will always be.
Holding you , caressing you
making love to you
my whole life through.

A gift of love is more precious than
any diamonds or pearls , or emeralds and rings.
A value amount can not be put on love
For it is given from GOD above.

Love and life go hand in hand
This is something we must understand.
If there is no love, than no one would care
If we lived or died and not one shed tear
Would any one cry.
there would only be negativity and hate
And never feel or know about religious faith.
We would then be called the living dead
That is something that I dread.

So this gift which was given to me
I’ll treasure the rest of my days
For there is no better way.

(1/22/13)

a house is not a home- but just a place to rest your head
a house is not a home- when your heart and soul feels dead.
you go to that empty house with no one to greet you at the door
and with all the riches that you have-" you still feel poor".

riches don't buy happiness or fills that empty heart
it just makes you feel worse as it tears you apart.
you look around at the people who have so much less than you
but they have their loved ones and they know just what to do.

so you walk thru your empty house and you go from room to room
and in each one -all you feel is gloom.
you know that you have a heart-otherwise you would not feel what you do
and you know that you'll have to search for a love that will be true.

you sit on your chair and the tears flood your eyes
you're trying to be a man- you're trying not to cry.
but heartache has no preference as to who it will come to.
heartache is there to leave you sad and blue.
a house is not a home -  you found that to be true
now the search begins -for someone to share their life with you.

(C) L . RAMS

If you see me lying in the street, with a bottle of whiskey at my feet
And you hear me mumbling under my breathe
It is because my pants are wet.
I had a case of the runs, and you know that is no fun.
It is such a disgrace when you are covered from feet to waist.
Therefore, I will lay here on the ground until by the police I am found.
It is easier to say it happened when I was drunk
Rather than hear all their junk.
When I got home, I was surprised to see that there was a bath waiting for me.
I took off my clothes and into the garbage it went
As I sprayed it with “HEAVEN SENT “.
I climbed into the water and let out a scream – there was
Something burning in between.
My wife came running in when she heard my cry.
Then I heard her say to my surprise
OH MY GOODNESS, OH MY SOUL, I NEVER SAW A ****
WITH A RED A—HOLE.
        (Ha ha – we need comedy in our lives)

If you see me lying in the street, with a bottle of whiskey at my feet
And you hear me mumbling under my breathe
It is because my pants are wet.
I had a case of the runs, and you know that is no fun.
It is such a disgrace when you are covered from feet to waist.
Therefore, I will lay here on the ground until by the police I am found.
It is easier to say it happened when I was drunk
Rather than hear all their junk.
When I got home, I was surprised to see that there was a bath waiting for me.
I took off my clothes and into the garbage it went
As I sprayed it with “HEAVEN SENT “.
I climbed into the water and let out a scream – there was
Something burning in between.
My wife came running in when she heard my cry.
Then I heard her say to my surprise
OH MY GOODNESS, OH MY SOUL, I NEVER SAW A ****
WITH A RED A—HOLE.
(Ha ha – we need comedy in our lives)

A family is at the dinner table. The son asks the father, “Dad, how many kinds of ***** are there?” The father, surprised, answers, “Well, son, a woman goes through three phases. In her 20s, a woman’s ******* are like melons, round and firm. In her 30s and 40s, they are like pears, still nice, hanging a bit. After 50, they are like onions.” “Onions?” the son asks. “Yes. You see them and they make you cry.” This infuriated his wife and daughter. The daughter asks, “Mom, how many different kinds of ******* are there?” The mother smiles and says, “Well, dear, a man goes through three phases also. In his 20s, his ***** is like an oak tree, mighty and hard. In his 30s and 40s, it’s like a birch, flexible but reliable. After his 50s, it’s like a Christmas tree.” “A Christmas tree?” the daughter asks. “Yes, dead from the root up and the ***** are just for decoration..****

This is for all the lovers out there

                         A little rose

I give you this little rose in remembrance of me
And how our love will always be.
Like a red rose so vibrant and true
And how our love – day to day grew.
The aroma of our love floating in the air
Letting everyone know how much I care.
The color of the rose like the blood in my veins
Will forever remain the same.
Your love was all it took – to keep that rose
Alive in your diary book.
You had put a caption on that page
That your love would remain the same.
It’s amazing how a little flower
Can have so much “loving power”!
But like the flower that was nurtured by mother earth
You have taken it for all its worth.
You don’t see the flower as wilted and dead
It’s alive in your head.
You see every petal that holds it together
And makes your love so much better.
A little thing called a rose, has so much to behold.
Now when it is my time and GOD takes me away
My love in that rose will forever stay.

This is for all the lovers out there

                         A little rose

I give you this little rose in remembrance of me
And how our love will always be.
Like a red rose so vibrant and true
And how our love – day to day grew.
The aroma of our love floating in the air
Letting everyone know how much I care.
The color of the rose like the blood in my veins
Will forever remain the same.
Your love was all it took – to keep that rose
Alive in your diary book.
You had put a caption on that page
That your love would remain the same.
It’s amazing how a little flower
Can have so much “loving power”!
But like the flower that was nurtured by mother earth
You have taken it for all its worth.
You don’t see the flower as wilted and dead
It’s alive in your head.
You see every petal that holds it together
And makes your love so much better.
A little thing called a rose, has so much to behold.
Now when it is my time and GOD takes me away
My love in that rose will forever stay.

Before we become a lover, we must become a friend
It is a process that never ends.
A lover of life, lover of care
Lover of religion, lover of despair.
We must choose the life of the lover
That we expect to be, for the road
You follow, may be your destiny.
If you receive good, give it in return
If you receive bad, there are lessons to be learned.
This world needs lovers of every kind
That will follow their beliefs, and their minds.
Imagine how this world would be
If as lovers we did not follow our destinies.
So many animals would have been extinct
Or on the endangered list, if there wasn’t
Anyone to fight for their rights.
And this battle rages day and night.
what if we didn’t fight for our religious beliefs
We would be persecuted to the end
And not knowing which was our enemy
And which one was our friend.
We can be lovers of many different things
For the joy in our hearts is what these loves bring.

        BECOME A LOVER !

(5/29/13)

All that I am, all that I can be
Is because you came into me
I felt a sensation, a shiver, and a chill
I lost control, I lost my will.
So many words rushing through my mind
It was like I was out in space, and out of this time.
The words flowed like a brook into the river
Gathering everything in its path to a final destination
Giving me peace, giving me gratification.
Words, so many words with different meanings
Different stories, all waiting to be heard in their
Own time and place, and each one with a different face.
Love, hath, joy, sadness, peace, and sorrow -and none wanting to wait for tomorrow.
I am but a vessel for all of them- for that is “all that I am”
I am but their instrument, their pen, to use me as they see fit
Like a “show and tell” in a classroom.
All that I am – all that I can be, is an instrument
To write poetry.

louis rams :

When you ask me:” who am I?”
My heart breaks and I begin to cry
Alzheimer’s has taken over your mind
But I will be with you till the end of our time.
I will wash your face and comb your hair
Cook and clean – “I don’t care “.
We had made a vow for better and worse
So I’ll take care of you and won’t hire a nurse.
I may have to remind you every day
Of memories that may have slipped away.
I know that if the tables were turned, every border you would burn
Just to keep our love alive, and keep me by your side.
This sickness may affect your mind, but I’ll open the doors every time.
I will remind you of the good times and the bad times
The happy times and the sad times.
I will be your television screen and show you everything in between
Although you may have that faraway look and your eyes may be glazed
When you do remember I stay amazed.
Because you have a smile from ear to ear
And you look at me and say: “I love you dear “.
© L . RAMS 11115

They stand in their uniforms straight and tall,
They are family members one and all.
They put on the uniforms, not for money, fame, or glory
But for the untold story.
The story of wanting to be free to raise their families.
A story of love, emotion, and religious devotion.
They are willing to take the stand, and become the sacrificial lamb.
They are the AMERICAN soldiers who believe in liberty
To be able to express yourself no matter what it may be.
They come from the farmlands, the mountains, the big cities
And the small towns, where every soldier imaginable can be found.
Just read the story of Sergeant ALVIN YORK who in the
First World War he had fought.
He was a conscientious objector who came from the upper
Farmlands of TENNESSEE – didn’t believe in war but wanted to be free.
They told him about the founding of AMERICA and what they had gone thru
And to make a decision of what he wanted to do.
He sat on the mountaintop staring across the land
Knowing he had to make a decision – he had to take a stand.
With the thought of the bible s verse “thou shall not **** “
And the other thought saying “freedom is not free”
This has been going on throughout history.
He and nine others captured more prisoners than they dared to count
This is what AMERICA is all about.

louis rams

(10/3/14)

It was the first thing put on GODS list
So why do we question if angels exist?
They are his soldiers the guardians of earth
They have been here since humanities birth,
And since the world began giving GOD a helping hand.
Like everything in life it is a chain of command
That all of us should understand.
Not all who perish get their wings
You had to accomplish certain things
Trying to keep the commandments of GOD
No matter how difficult, no matter how hard.
Then there are the earthly angels who are always by your side
These are your teachers, they are your guides.
You’ve heard the expression “an angel was watching over you “
That is so very true.
They are with you until when the LORD decides
This is the last moment of your time.
If you still don’t believe in angels then that’s a shame
Because in their book they have your name!
Just like SANTA with his naughty and nice
This is the one who will take you to paradise.
Maybe we’ll meet on the other side
And you will tell me how you changed your mind.

the cries of this soul entering the valley of death
where others before him sat and wept.
the life you changed is a life that had gone wrong
it was on the road of self destruction , and for
the devil it was an abduction.
your powerful wings brouht you to my side, when you heard
my far distant cry it was  a cry for help so loud and clear
that all others shook with fear.
it was an echo that rang like the bells on a steeple
giving a warning to all its people.
knowing that your battle had begun , they looked down
to the earth to see which one had won.
the wings of the angel knocked the devil to his knees
as his pitchfork struck him and he began to bleed.
the devil jabbing at him with all his might , not wanting
to lose another fight.
the angels wings moved quickly like in a dance
and the devil knew he had no chance.
his arms were tired as he continued to poke
as the angels wings weakened him with every stroke.
with a screech he fell to the ground , screaming to the angel
" you won this round "
no longer did he have control over a child of GOD
because it had become much to hard.
the angel carried the soul to the heavens above
where all he could see was happiness and love.
(C) L . RAMS 062915

I had sensed the presence of someone near
I looked around and there was no one there
Then the feeling got stronger by the minute
As I frantically looked around- then looked to the ground.
There at my feet was the presence that I felt
Of a puppy with cuts and welts.
I could see the abuse as the tears rolled down my eyes
As I started to scream and cry.
“Who can abuse an animal this way?
The one who did this by the law must pay!
I gently picked him up and said: it’ll be alright!
As his tail wagged in delight.
I put him in my car and took him to the nearest vet
He also had a broken leg which the doctor did set.
With antibiotics and pills for pain, yet some of those
Scars will still remain.
I bought from the vet what I would need
Food and medicines on which he would feed.
When I got home, he was fed- then I laid him in his bed.
So he could rest his weary head.
Then he looked up at me with his big brown eyes. And let out a quiet sigh.
With time he started to heal, and his leg he could feel.
The police said they used puppies to train pit bulls to fight
As they were told by the dog fighting ring they busted one night.
I named him survivor because of everything he went through
“Now tell me this: what would you do?”

If you’re not a parent then you don’t know
The aches and pains that do not show.
When we see our child sick in bed
And so many thoughts go through your head.
When your child is in the hospital with 103
And by their side is where you want to be.

Recalling the first time that they ride a bike
And they fall and scrape their knee
And it seems they cry endlessly.

When you play with their imaginary friends
And it seems like it will never end.
then they go to pre-k
and for hours They have to stay.
Then they go to kindergarten and they
Meet children their same age
And it becomes fun and games.
Soon they’re out of elementary
And go to junior high
And then the aches and pains
Really begin to fly.
They already experienced their
First kiss, and possibly a ******
Affair, and with you they will not share.
Soon it’s high school and college to follow
And you don’t see them for quite a while.
Then you get a call that they’re engaged
And you know your life has changed.
Then comes a marriage and a family
And a grandparent you will be.
But as a parent our love will never
Grow old, and this is something
That you are now told.
We are your parents and we will
Always be, we’ll love you now
And thru eternity.

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(12/25/11)

I heard a loud rumble coming from the sky
I saw an army of angels right before my eyes
They were all singing that the king is on his way
To fight  the evils that plague us every day.

The angels in their armor and their wings a beautiful white
This is where the strength lies to take on the fight.
The sounds of their wings flapping in the sky
That is the rumble that will protect you and I .

The sound like thousands of cattle  running across the plains
And as their wings Touched one another
Not one opening could be seen
like a wall in a dream.

The lord was tired of seeing children s lives being torn apart
And all hope- being taken from their hearts.
Tired of seeing predators using children for their own needs
To satisfy- their own personal greed.

These are his cherubs , his little angels
that he has sent To help mankind
and of this they will not be denied.
The children will rise like storks of corn in a field
And peoples hearts will begin to heal.

They are the future and will bring peace to the world
For they will teach their sons and daughters
And every boy and girl,  that Jesus came here
To show us how to love
That’s the reason the angels were sent from above.

PROTECT THE CHILDREN , PROTECT THE FUTURE

(11/1/11)

He found out that his division was being shipped away
To a war  zone where he would stay.
He did not want her to go thru the agony
Of whether he would come home or not.
This was the thought that he had got.

So he told her that he did not love her any more.
But she saw that his voice said one thing
and his eyes said another.
So here she sat at her window with tears in her eyes
Wondering how could he have lied.

She found out though that I was being shipped overseas
And said that she would wait for me.
I closed my eyes and all that I could see
Was the beauty of her company.

Every moment that was given to me was heaven sent
It was time which was lent
Borrowed time so that I could see
Just how much she meant to me.

Words could not express the feelings that arose
As she touched my heart, my mind , my inner soul.
She set my wandering spirit free
So true love I could see.

To feel and find love , no matter how short it may be
Is to live in ecstasy
and with you is where I want to be.
You have given me the strength to face each
And every day, and to deal with everything, come what may.

This here is a soldiers love, which will live forever
Like the stars above.

It’s a battlefield CHRISTMAS where soldiers stand guard
Not being with loved ones is so very hard.
But you had made a decision to defend the human rights
And if it must be –then you will stand and fight.
The day is calm and in the foxhole you lay
And in your mind- you begin to pray.
“DEAR GOD “this is the day of your birth
And so many families are feeling the hurt.
They are praying where ever they can
And all we ask is for your helping hand.
Let there be peace and not one shot fired
Because as soldiers we are so very tired.
We have seen death and destruction every where
And it seems like no one cares.
Why has the human heart become so cold?
When once before their families they would hold.!
There once was flairs bursting in air
Now its bombs – and destruction they bare.
Just for this one day – all heads should bow
And give thanks for what we may have now.
So “DEAR GOD”- this is my soldier’s prayer
And with the world, your love I will share.

louis rams

(10/13/11)

The autumn leaves falling on the ground
The autumn leaves of yellow, orange and brown
The trees like a rainbow of colors
Such as this there is no other.
My friends would climb up the smallest trees
And shake the leaves down to me.

then the leaves are raked up and placed in a large pile
Children diving in and laughing all the while.
The crispy crunch that you hear
Sends the chills through your ears.

The autumn leaves reminding us
That Halloween was very near
Where we could dress up and create some fear.

But for now we would have our fun
Chasing each other with our water guns
Diving into leaves of gold and brown
Hoping that we wouldn’t be found.

The park keeper was as happy as can be
From raking the leaves he was free.
He would pick them up and putting
Them into the metal cans- and the smell
Of burning leaves would fill the air
Letting people know that autumn was here.

( memories are made of this- like the song)

(10/13/12)

At the beginning of “64” - I packed up my uniform
And walked out the door- it was the beginning of
The Vietnam war.
By August of that same year
President  Johnson started the draft
Under protests and jeers.

Then he made it a full scale war
And sent our soldiers to Vietnam shores.
The Beatniks in Greenwich village
With their long hair, beards, and
Flip flop sandals - wrote their poetry
About this undeclared war, and why
Our men were going to those shores.

This created a new generation called ‘HIPPIES”
The hippie generation was groups of protesters
Against everything that they found wrong
The draft , the war , pollution
And loved to stay high with ***, hashish
Coke and acid (lsd) which kept them blasted.

This also created the “ flower children”
Who like the hippies loved to be high
And on certain flowers they would fly.
But they spoke of loving one another
And gave out flowers as a sign of peace
Which to the president was a relief.

They all started painting this “53 Chevy impala”
With the words “ flower power”.
Now the “ flower children and hippie movement
Was in full swing, and everyone was doing their own thing.

They had  Greenwich village under their control
And not one coffee shop would ever be sold.
Every coffee shop had a poetry night
And going there was such a delight.

Then in AUGUST of “69”
The WOODSTOCK festival was on the rise
Over half a million people drove to that farmland
And set up tents , hammocks, sleeping bags and such
And the police found it was much to much
So they had no choice but to see it through
Because there was nothing else that they could do.

The WOODSTOCK  festival had become world wide
And to this day it still thrives.

© L . RAMS

I have no wealth, I have no fame, and I have nothing for you to gain
I am not young, I am not even handsome, and I have
Become a lousy dancer.
So many mistakes that I have made, that the Guinness book
I put to shame.
What I do have is a young heart and mind and I will
Carry that until the end of my time.
I see beauty where there is hate. I see love and I see faith
I see hope where there is despair, and I see others that show they care.
I see the earth in all its glory and all the untold stories.
The sun, the moon, the stars above – the mountains
The oceans, the rivers, the streams- all of this I have seen.
All living creatures that walk, crawl, and fly in the air is something we all share.
People always say: “out with the old and in with the new”
But with AGE – “it is out with the new and in with the old “
For there are stories to be told.
YES! I have gotten older! Yet look at all the beauties to be found
Open your eyes and look around.
The two most beautiful things on this earth is a female giving birth
And the love that a mother shares, is far beyond compare.
Now that you have seen all the beauties, that GOD has given
Let us have some of his comedy, which makes life truly worth living.
“Can’t see, can’t ***, can’t chew, can’t *****, the golden years
Have come at last, the golden years can kiss my *** “HA HA
Now that you have a smile on your face and I seem to have lost my place
And to end this poem with a note- “I just found a hole in this **** boat “
                      Swim M.F. swim        ( M.F. = my friend ) HA HA

I heard church bells ringing- ringing quite clear
I heard the church bells ringing- deafening my ears.
I looked all around and yet I could not see
Any place of worship even close to me.

That was when I realized that the ringing
Was coming from my heart.
Because it was you who captured it
Right from the start.

You entered my life like the earth enters
the day- and forever you would stay.
The bells are ringing with every passing
Thought of you, and it tells me all that I must do.
And to keep this love- to you I must be true.

I sometimes ask myself how can this be?
The bells toll louder every time you look at me.
Is this the way that love is really meant to be
That my heart is racing fast, and I feel wild and free.

We’ve all envisioned love and how it should be
But love is something you can not foresee.
Everyone sees love in a different way
And with your heart, love will play.
And love like a guitar that’s out of tune
You will lose it pretty soon.

So find the faults while you can
Tune that love and take your stand.
Now as I look at you I ask:
"Is this happening to only me
Or is our hearts singing in harmony"?

(2/9/12)

Even the best of the best tend to fall
When they lose their faith
They lose it all.

Not many of us will see that guiding light
That sends our hearts into flight.
They say that some are born to preach
And the word of god is easy to teach.
While there are so many others who search in vain
To help relieve the inner pain.

Many think they are better than others
Yet they call us their sisters and brothers.
        Which one has the furthest to fall?

This is when Isaac Newton s theory comes into play.
If they both weigh the same , and are dropped from the same height
They will both reach the ground at the same time.

That being the case - why would they think
That they are better than us?
“When in god “  we all put our trust..  

Whether we are the best of the best
And the cream of the crop
A base is needed to reach the top.

The word bipolar can put fear in your heart
Because you’ll never know when it will start.
Also known as manic depression and it can become
A lifelong obsession.
Wondering when the next bout of fear will enter you
And if you know just what to do.
It is like the devil trying to take your soul
And it becomes a battle of control.
Most times in order for you to live
You must take the meds that they give.
If your child is bipolar or autistic, will you love them any less?
I don’t think so is my guess!
The LORD puts a child where he / she belongs
With a person he knows is strong.
The strength of the parents helps them to cope
With the problems old and new, and that is
Something that they do.
Let us be a little realistic, not many crimes
Are committed by bipolar or autistic
So how can they use words like crazy, retarted or handicapped
When against us the cards are stacked,
When this becomes a challenge close to home
Remember that you’re not alone.

(10/25/12)

The black days of history that many do not know
And many refuse to accept - of how the black man
Helped AMERICA to be the greatest country yet.

They was brought here as slaves because the
Color of their skin !
But their minds was never searched to see
What lied within.

Every ethnic group that came to the states
Had many a hardship that they had to face.
Every race that came was given a derogatory name
Which they had to accept and had felt the shame.

But they all contributed to this great nation of ours
Which is now known as the greatest power.
These are just a few facts of what the blacks
Had given to this nation, and many of these
Became part of our salvation.

FACTS: )1)  john love- invented the pencil sharpener in 1897
2) Joseph lee -invented a bread making machine that mixed
The ingredients and kneaded the dough in 1895
3) Thomas l Jennings was the first African American to receive
A patent in 1821 which was for a dry cleaning process.
He used the money earned from his patent to purchase
Relatives out of slavery and support abolitionist causes.
4) madam c.j. walker (1867-1919) daughter of a former slave
Who suffered hair loss in her twenties and created hair care
Products , and allowed her to open a factory and school to
Train hundreds of black women to be economically self sufficient
And become one of the first female millionaires in U.S. history.

There is still something that burns in my heart
And when I think of it -it tears me apart
Of all the people  in this great nation
That have been put to the ground
There lies one race that still lives
Way below the poverty line and
The government says there doing fine.

The “AMERICAN INDIAN”  who had
Most all treaties broken and of this the
Government hasn’t spoken.

Many families of five and more
Living in a shack without a door
Just a blanket to stop the wind
To me this is a crying sin.

The Indian charities having to buy
fifty five gallon drums for water
And many of them on “back order”.

I know that I started writing this poem for the blacks
But on the Indian nations - I can’t turn my back.
We have to help one another, for we’re all
Sister and brother.

GOD BLESS US ALL

© L . RAMS

(2/7/13)

She was my black female warrior and she stood proud and tall
And upon her shoulders her silk hair did fall
A spear in one hand and an axe in the other
No one would mess with her, not even her brother.

The strength of a lion searching for prey
She would not let anything stand in her way.
She knew where she lived – it was a jungle out there
But she was strong in spirit and did not care.

She is the black warrior and as strong as can be
You will find her in the annexes of history.
Just like the movie of “BETTY AND CORETTA”
Who showed what they can do- when they stood
Up against the politicians of the RED, WHITE and BLUE.

We are still being monitored by the land, air and sea
But we’ll continue the fight so that we could be free.
These two women are the black warriors who walk
Hand in hand with all oppressed people who are willing to take a stand.
I am Hispanic and we’ve been denied many rights
Just like any other nationality we’re all willing to fight.
It does not matter our color, religion or
****** preference that we may have
“ONE NATION UNDER GOD WITH LIBERTY AND JUSTICE FOR ALL”
That is FREEDOMS CALL.

© L . RAMS

My heart is no longer soft and red but has become cold and dead
It was trampled like the blades of grass and just as without water
It did not last ,It became dry, withered and died.

No longer did the sun shine down upon it covered with
Dark heavy clouds - that’s all that was around , and yet
One blade of grass stood as tall as can be waiting for
The sunshine to set it free.
Yet there was something that I never knew - could
The clouds disappear and let the sun shine through ?

Could that blade of grass regenerate life to all the rest
And is it strong enough to pass the test.
Unlike the rest of the field that had turned brown
This one blade stood it s ground.
Will it survive ? Who is to say !
It may come back another day.
© L . RAMS 090120

(09/19/11)

I was always taught that JESUS CHRIST  was a Jew.
Then there is a question that I must ask of you.
If he was a Jew- did he have a bar-mitzvah?
Or was he just put on this earth
So Christianity could give birth?

At the age of twelve he sat down
with rabbi’s and teachers
For this was the way that he would reach us.

His cousin JOHN THE BAPTIST
Was baptizing people with water.
Was this the first step of GODS orders?
Questions such as these will always arise
But I know he’s always by my side.
Christianity was born on blind faith
Most get it early - while others get it late.

This blind faith is passed down from
Generation to generation
This has become our salvation.

Unlike scientist who only believe in what
Can be seen and what can be proven, they ask
How can blind faith keep one moving.
Now JESUS is but one man
Yet his face is in every land.
There is not one person in any religion
Known more than CHRIST.
It makes you think - not once but twice.

This is how fast Christianity has spread
That he is known world wide
And on blind faith we do rely.

As for GOD there is only one
And he gave us his only son.

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

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.

They say your body is a temple, and I found
This to be true, for in my temple I found you.
I felt your soul surround me like a mist
On a foggy day, and right then I knew
That in my heart forever you would stay.

My body is a temple and
You are the foundation
you control my heart
And every sensation.

Now this temple had become a temple of two
For it belonged to me and you.
We built this temple for all the world to see
That thru love this is the way it should be.

When you’ve shared the most precious
Moments that GOD did provide
When not on all topics did we see eye to eye
When in sickness you was the comforting stone
And you know that you’re not alone.

When that temple seems to be falling apart
And you‘ve lost all hope in your heart.
When it seems like you have no other place to go
And your thoughts are moving slow
That is when you turn to the lord above
To show you how to rekindle that love.

The body is a temple and in it I found you
And with your strength I know what I have to do.
I will rebuild this temple with the love of my life
For  you are my partner, my lover, my wife.

To feel the sun s rays upon my face
To know that I am in his grace.
To see the stars come out at night
So he could keep us within his sight.
To see the trees, the grass, the flowers in bloom
And knowing they will end much too soon.
The mountains, the valleys, the rivers, the streams
And everything in between.
Waterfalls, ponds, lakes and such - everything
Within our touch.
Birds of the air, animals of the ground
All of GOD S creatures can be found.
This is the breath of life of which I speak
All created in less than a week.
Look at the moon coming out at night
And the universe in plain sight .
Enjoy the five senses that he has given
And make your life so worth  living.
© L . RAMS 090120

(2/26/12)

You are my breath of fresh air
you came into my life when I was in despair
I felt god had made you just for me
Because in my heart you will always be.

It seems I searched all my life for someone like you
Went all the wrong ways and didn’t know what to do.
Then you walked into my life like a breath of fresh air
And all my heartaches and pains disappeared.

Your smile radiated every room you walked into
And all the men s heads turned and looked at you
Your voice as gentle as the pitter patter of the rain
Soothing and cleansing and relieving all my pain.

Like dew drops that cling to everything on the ground
This is your love- which in you I found
Like the rising and setting of the sun
You are my love, my only one.

You are the breath of fresh air which I need to survive
And our love will live thru the ends of time.

(2/26/12)

You are my breath of fresh air
you came into my life when I was in despair
I felt god had made you just for me
Because in my heart you will always be.

It seems I searched all my life for someone like you
Went all the wrong ways and didn’t know what to do.
Then you walked into my life like a breath of fresh air
And all my heartaches and pains disappeared.

Your smile radiated every room you walked into
And all the men s heads turned and looked at you
Your voice as gentle as the pitter patter of the rain
Soothing and cleansing and relieving all my pain.

Like dew drops that cling to everything on the ground
This is your love- which in you I found
Like the rising and setting of the sun
You are my love, my only one.

You are the breath of fresh air which I need to survive
And our love will live thru the ends of time.

she came from a broken home
where the parents at each other
would throw stones.
every day they would argue, bicker
and fight, all the way till the night.
not realizing their Childs plight.
the child to them in turn would scream
but in the battle she was not seen.
   from her father she had ****** abuse
fighting with him, was of no use.
he forced himself upon her at a very young age
from there on, her life would never be the same.
living in fear of what he would do
and who she could turn to.
where could she go
the judicial system moves very slow.
when she had told her mother.
her mother said it could never be
why would he go with you
when he has me?
she knew then, that she would have to leave
and with her being gone, no one would grieve.
      she would pack her bags, with everything
she owned, and on the road she would go.
with tears in her eyes, she walked out
the door, to return never more.
and as she got to the swinging gate
her mother screamed to her
but it was too late.
on her dresser bureau, her mother found this note.
you gave birth to me, and brought me
into this world, and you had always said
that I was your little girl.
but when I told you what had happened to me
you laughed and turned your back on me.
   so now I am leaving, because I can not
continue this abuse, don't look for me, it will be of no use.
I love you mom, for you are my mother
just watch out for my little brother.
  I am a child from a broken home
and I know that I’m not alone.