I look around in total awe from the mountains to the shores
From the rivers – oh so deep! To the highest mountain peak
From the forests to the desert plains, waiting for gods soothing rain.
The rains, which are, needed for salvation of all of gods creations.
Without this water he provides, nothing on this earth could survive!
WATER! More precious than diamonds, silver or gold
Yet it is something in your hand you cannot hold.
This is the liquid food that we need. This is the liquid from which we feed.
We tend to forget all the things this GOD given gift gives to us
Such as the plants that grow in the ground, and all the animals
That are around, the birds that fly in the sky
This is provided to you and I.
Everything in life has something to do with water in one way or another
Just look around and you will see it is true – GOD has given this to me and you.
Every time I go fishing in the ocean, river, stream or lake
I give thanks for the fish I take, and when I am outside
And the sweat pouring down, my bottle of water is always found.
That long gulp of water quenching your thirst
To give you that energetic burst.
                   ARE’NT YOU THIRSTY NOW?

my heart is heavy today for all the soldiers who have passed away.
family members still cry out to you, for all that you did and all that you still do.
you still do it because you give us the" strength and will" to continue your fight
even if it's just putting your stories into black and white.
the red , white , and blue is not just the colors of our flag
it is part of our being - the red is the blood that we share , the white is our souls pure and white ( and that's the reason we don't give up the fight) the blue is for all blue blooded Americans who have stood up when our nation called
and that is why we are the greatest nation of all.
the blood of Americans lie on many a land, and to our flag we salute and stand.
ALWAYS IN OUR HEARTS AND MINDS AND YOU 'LL BE THERE TILL THE ENDS OF TIME

(3/3/12)

We was an accident - like two cars in a crash
Our lives were tossed, turned upside down, trashed
We were the remains of life s destructive path.

We no longer had value or worth
And it seemed like it was that way since birth
We was like old pieces of furniture
Used, abused, and broken in two
What more could we do.

All the people saw was the outer frame
But could not see what the inside contained
They could not see the strength and beauty
That lied within- and the outer beauty
That once had been.

Their eyes only saw what their minds perceived
It to be -and did not see the reality.
They could not see the hurt or pain
That we held so deep inside
To the point that we would cry.

Like the oceans that hide their mysteries
There is so much that you do not see.
We have treasures buried in our soul
That once it’s shown - you want to hold.

We are the inner you that has longed to be free
But was chained up deep inside
Cowering in dark corners where you would hide.
Now you are free to explore the inner soul
And find that your life you can control.

Break the chains that have bound you for so long
And let your heart sing and rejoice in your new found self
For in this world there’s no one else

Whatever I am, whatever I can be
Without you by my side, I’m as empty as can be.
You opened up my mind to so many possibilities
That now my heart is like a star, shooting across eternity.
Whatever I am, I owe it all to you
For you showed me how to love
And to let my emotions rise
But as long as I have you next to me
I know I can survive.

There are lessons to be learned at every step and every turn
The greatest teacher is called LIFE
It will take you through struggles and strife.
Every sensation, feeling and thought
Through life it is taught.
Every pain known to man- it will teach you to understand.
You learn about sorrow, bitterness and hate
Then about happiness, love and faith.
Life gives us a balance between the two
So we know just what to do.
We cannot have one without the other
Just like we must have the day and night
The sun and the moon – we must also have happiness and gloom.
The point that I am trying to say
Is accepting what life gives you is the only way.

©LRams

10/11/07

What is a mother? You ask me!
It is something which is hard to explain.
Because no two mothers are the same.
     They can be gentle as a breeze on
A mid-summers nights dream.
Or as hard as a rock which you can not stop.

They can love you one minute-and spank you the next.
If you put them to a test.
     They will feed you and clothe you
And put a roof over your head-and give you
A warm ,soft comfortable bed.
    They will dry your tears ,and heal your cuts.
They will show you the rights from wrong
So you can grow big and strong.

If you’re a girl-they’ll teach you about satin and lace.
   And if you’re a boy-you must “wash your face”.

A mother is first a woman ,then a wife.
Then she creates a brand new life.
   She has to put her priorities in line.
Then she has to find the time.
   She will first take care of her husbands needs
And feed the baby in between.
Then wash the clothes-and make the beds
Sweep, mop and wash the dishes
And in between -feed the fishes.
   She becomes a juggler of many hats.
Does not get a thank you or even a pat
   She will continue this throughout her life
In hopes that maybe one day-she will hear her husband and
Children say.-we love you each and every day.
And no one can take that away.
This is what a mother is to me
And I will be thankful eternally.

What is a mother you ask?
She is the one who loved you long before your birth
She is the one who knew your worth.
It mattered not if you was a boy or girl
For you would be the one to rock her world.
She was wiping away your pains and massaging you
Long before you knew.
Whenever she rubbed her stomach
That’s what she would do.
Then when you came, the excitement from the start
And she knew forever you would be in her heart.
And as you would grow throughout the years
She would wash away your fears.
She was there when you scraped your knee
Or cut your hand.
She is the one who could understand.
She fed you, she clothed you, she washed your back
Even there when you had a panic attack.
She was there at every game and every play
And at home she would not stay.
    Now that I’ve explained- “what is  a mother”
I think it’s only fair, that on this “MOTHERS DAY”
She should be treated with respect and care.
Tell her you love her, and hug her with all your might
For this is a woman who’s “ really out of sight”.
         What is a mother?
It’s really not hard to explain
That she should be put into the “hall of fame.”

(08/29/11)

All it takes is a simple word or gesture
To make a persons day
While others may turn their backs and
Look the other way.

You may wake up with that grouch
That lurks within
But if you don’t allow it - it can never win.

Greet the day with a smile - for you
Have awakened to another day.
And to the LORD - a thanks you should say.

If you’re with a smile, and give a greeting
For the day , 75% of the time
You will hear them say
Good morning , good evening , good day.

Take that frown and turn it upside down
Bitterness is a heavy crown.

There are people who will snap at you
For anything that you might say
But this is not their normal way.
Every one has a bad day or two
But it doesn’t have anything to do with you.

So just keep that smile on your face
And look to stare them down
And their face will change
to a smile from a frown.
      
J
             J  J

When I die I want my ashes scattered in the sky.
I want the winds to take me to the four corners
Of the earth, letting people know of my life
Of my birth, and all that I done that had some worth.

I want to feel the winds beneath my feet
The gentle breeze upon my face
The sun radiating the heat and its glory
For my family and friends to tell my story

When I die I don’t want tears
I’m going to a better place which
I’ve known for years.
I’ve seen this place in my dreams
And in my mind, and I know that I’ll be fine.

Death is just another door in time
That will free our soul and mind
And we’ll live throughout all time.
So when I die, don’t mourn for me
For I am finally free.

If on occasion you happen to remember me
It’s because in my prayers you will be.

(6/28/12)

When love has just begun, and two hearts beat as one
And when two minds connect to each other
You will protect one another.

When love grows so strong that there is
Nothing else in view
That is when I get closer to you.

When all I see is you in my mind
And I long to be with you till the ends of time
And when your eyes take me on a journey
That I’ve never been before
And you seem to open up all closed doors
That is when I love you even more.

When you can look beyond all my faults
And see a light come shining thru
That is when I thank GOD that I have you.

When we can walk hand in hand
And look ahead to this promised land
And see nothing but beautiful bright lights
Then we know that everything is all right.

That is when your soul takes flight
Like an eagle in the night,
And when your heart fills up like
A piñata, and then it explodes
It shows “ what matters”.

That is when love truly grows
And in all you do -“it does show.”

(2/22/12)

When love hurts - where do you hide your broken heart
That has been ravaged and torn apart.
How do you ease the pain you feel
When you no longer know what’s fantasy or real.

Love hurts because you did not open your eyes
You rushed in totally blind.
The physical beauty is what attracted you
Now your heart is broken in two.

When love hurts - and you see others
Walking hand in hand, and you look at  your life
And you can’t understand .

When love hurts is when words start flying
And you know that there is some lying
Words are thrown with out remorse
And you wonder what was the course.

When love hurts - you try to block it from your mind
But it’ll be with you for a very long time.
The pain starts rising from your gut
And climbs its way to your heart
And it starts to tear it apart.

When love hurts - there are two things
That you can do - pray to god
And tell a friend or two
For all will help and follow through.

When love hurts - just cry silently or
You can cry openly, for crying helps
To relieve some of the pain.
Just like the earth when it gets the rain.
It renews you like a flower is renewed
So you’ll know what you have to do.

(6/4/13)

IS THIS THE WAY LIFE IS TO BE?
CAUSE ALL I SEE IS HEARTACHE AND MISERY!
THERE IS SO MUCH LOVE LAYING ON THE GROUND
AND NO TRUE HEART TO BE FOUND.
LIES AND DECEIT EVERY WHERE AND NO ONE SEEMS TO CARE.
WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO TRUE LOVE?
WHEN IT SHOWED IN THE STARS ABOVE.

THERE USED TO BE PHILOSPHERS, SOOTHSYAERS, AND FORTUNE TELLERS
THAT COULD FORESEE THE FUTURE OF MANKIND -AND NOW
THERE IS NO ONE THAT WE CAN FIND.
EVERYTHING HAS GONE TO HELL!

TORNADOES, HURRICANES, EARTHQUAKES AND MORE
AND THE SEAS UPON THE SHORES.
SO MANY DISASTERS KNOWN TO MAN
WAS NOT PART OF GODS PLAN!

HE IS TRYING TO TELL US TO STOP AND LOOK AROUND
FOR WE ARE DESTROYING EVERY THING ABOVE AND BELOW THE GROUND.
BUT MOST OF ALL WE ARE DESTROYING FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE
GIVEN TO US FROM HIS HEAVENS ABOVE.
WHY CAN’T WE UNDERSTAND THAT WHAT HE WANTS IS
FOR US TO HAVE LOVE FOR OUR FELLOW MAN AND
TO RESPECT ALL THAT HE HAS CREATED AND GIVEN TO US.
WE HAVE TO LOVE AND RESPECT OUR TWO MOTHERS, MOTHER NATURE
AND MOTHER EARTH, THEN REBUILD FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE
TO HAVE EVERYTHING THAT WE DREAM OF.

Why do poets write, a question that I wonder.

I’ve asked myself that question over a thousand times.
And I  always come up with the same answer
It’s because we are blind.
We accept all that we see constant, as the daily norm.
But I cannot accept it , it’s not where I belong.

There are questions to be answered that we must write about
We’ll climb the highest mountain, and to the world we will shout.
Why is the sky blue ? Why is the ocean deep?
Why is the mountain high? Why do we weep?
We have been given everything man could possibly need
This is the reason GOD had planted the seed.
We are the only creatures that have a mind to think
But when we do not use it, we can lose in in a wink.

We as poets see all the beauties that are around
We will write about it, without even making a sound
We will also see the suffering, for not everything in
Life is a bed of flowers, for people are dying
Each and every hour.

There are too many topics for us to write about
War, poverty, hunger, sickness, just to name a few
We can’t write about everything, what are  we supposed to do.
So I look around to all that surround me
Then I pick a topic of which I do not foresee.
I put myself in that position of what I am writing about
If it’s about pregnancy, I will feel her aches and pains
And by doing this there is knowledge that I gain.
Life is two sided of that there is no doubt.
Rich, poor, happy, sad, love, hate, boy, girl,
Life, death, all in suits of twos
All this excites me, but which one will I choose?
Why do poets write? now you tell me?
maybe it’s just because we love the poetry.

(just written)

Why do poets write, a question that I wonder.

I’ve asked myself that question over a thousand times.
And I  always come up with the same answer
It’s because we are blind.
We accept all that we see constant, as the daily norm.
But I cannot accept it , it’s not where I belong.

There are questions to be answered that we must write about
We’ll climb the highest mountain, and to the world we will shout.
Why is the sky blue ? Why is the ocean deep?
Why is the mountain high? Why do we weep?
We have been given everything man could possibly need
This is the reason GOD had planted the seed.
We are the only creatures that have a mind to think
But when we do not use it, we can lose in in a wink.

We as poets see all the beauties that are around
We will write about it, without even making a sound
We will also see the suffering, for not everything in
Life is a bed of flowers, for people are dying
Each and every hour.

There are too many topics for us to write about
War, poverty, hunger, sickness, just to name a few
We can’t write about everything, what are  we supposed to do.
So I look around to all that surround me
Then I pick a topic of which I do not foresee.
I put myself in that position of what I am writing about
If it’s about pregnancy, I will feel her aches and pains
And by doing this there is knowledge that I gain.
Life is two sided of that there is no doubt.
Rich, poor, happy, sad, love, hate, boy, girl,
Life, death, all in suits of twos
All this excites me, but which one will I choose?
Why do poets write? now you tell me?
maybe it’s just because we love the poetry.

Why Do Women Cry


I had gotten this from a friend, and the author is unknown
But it is so beautiful I decided to post it for others to read.
There was no title so I added my own title.



Why do women cry

Why are you crying? A young boy asked his mom.
Because I am a woman, she told him.
I don’t understand, he said.
His mom just hugged him and said:
And you never will, but that’s okay.

Later the little boy asked his father,
Why does mom seem to cry for no reason?
All women cry for no reason.
Was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man,
Still wondering why women cry.
Finally, he went on his knees and asked god:
GOD* why do women cry so easily?
And god answered…

When I made women, I decided she had to be special.
I made her shoulders strong enough to carry
The weight of the world,
Yet her arms gentle enough to give comfort!
I gave her the inner strength to endure childbirth
And the rejection that many times will come
even from her own children!

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going
And take care of her family and friends,
Even when everyone else gives up, through
Sickness and fatigue, without complaint!

I gave her sensitivity to love her children
Under any and all circumstances, even when
her child has hurt her badly!
She has the very special power to make a Childs
Boo-boo feel better and to quell a teenagers
Anxieties and fears.

I gave her the strength to care for her husband,
Despite faults, and I fashioned her from his rib
To protect her heart!
I gave her the wisdom to know that a good husband
Never hurts his wife but sometimes tests
her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly!

Son, for all of this hard work…
I also gave her a tear to shed.
It is hers to use whenever needed and
Is her only weakness!

When you see her cry,
Tell her how much you love her
And all she does for everyone.
And even though she may still cry,
You will have made her heart feel good.

She is special! ! !

louis rams :

(1/5/12)

If you could stir up peoples thoughts and feelings
Without making a sound.
                    Why not?
If you could get them to stop all the evil that’s around.
                     Why not?
If you can get them to look into their hearts and souls
And see that god gave them something made of gold.
                      Why not?
If you could help to take away the suffering and the pain
And people would all be the same.
                       Why not?
If you could feed all the children in the world
Every little boy and girl.
                        Why not?
If you could make people feel like they’ve
Accomplished a goal in their life.
                        Why not?    
If you could help to take away the
children s cancers or m. s. and polio.
                        Why not?                  
You have to start someplace !
                        Why not? With yourself !

have you ever wondered why people become poets?
poets have been around since the beginning of time
and they have been mostly men, speaking of their loves, life
and emotions.
famous love stories, plays, movies, all seen thru a poets eyes.
just as the centuries have gone by and everything in life has changed
so have the poets.
there is now as many and if not more female poets
than male poets. why? because they are more sensitive to emotions
and are not afraid to show or speak of it , unlike men who want to
show the 'MACHO MAN IMAGE"
poets see life thru different eyes for different situations
and write about it in so many forms , and see the light and
the darkness in everything, including the good and bad.
it may be just one word ,or a line, or verse
that enters their mind to start creating
what will become a poem,
what is the poets dream that you will create?
a love story, a sad story, one of fear or hate, or passion
one of beauty, or war.
so many things to choose from- but it doesn’t matter
what you may choose, you must take the first step.
just as reading this is the first step to start on your way to writing poetry
and opening up your mind and soul.
touching other people and receiving comments
and feedback on your writings will help you to improve
on your weak areas.
some people do it because they are looking for fortune and fame
while others want to communicate with others, and others
just to see their names on something other than
a bill being paid.

most people don't read poetry because it's hard to understand
they don't know how to interpret what's in their hand.
they have read  century old poems with the " THEE'S and THOU'S
but i'm going to change that NOW.
i am known as POETLOU and i'm going to show you just what i do.
my stories will blow your mind, they are written in verse and rhyme.
they are stories of love, passion , faith and hate and of sorrows and abuse.
pick any story and you will see, that you'll get hooked on me.
let me take you on a journey where you've never been before
and i will open up every door.
yet the biggest door that you will see - is where your mind will be.

        ( food for thought )
if i was lying , i'd be flying  , and my feet are still on the ground.
ha-ha      enjoy the reads !      (C) L . RAMS 050115

this is for all the women that think love is gone !


For fifty years they were together as husband and wife
And like all married couples they would bicker and fight.
Then the day came that GOD called her away
And with him she could not stay.
He mourned the loss of his soul mate, and to be with her again
He did not want to wait.
As he went through her belongings of fifty years
He found a box which brought a tear.
It was a 12” box with the words engraved “treasure chest box”
With a key for the lock.
It was something he had never known before
As he opened up the door.
It was a stack of letters tied with a red ribbon
And a note on top which read:
My dear husband – if you are reading this it is because
GOD decided to take me away, and with you I could not stay.
But these letters is what kept me alive, and of your love I did thrive.
Each letter tells me of the love that you have for me
And thru my teary eyes I did see.
A man of compassion and kindness and love
Given to me from GOD above.
For each letter that you had written me, I wrote a response
Although I never gave them to you “till now “.
I knew that you would find it hard to let me go
This is something I did know.
So read my responses to the love you had for me
As you have set my heart free.
Every letter was dated from the first one written on the bottom
To the last one on the top
He held his breath and his heart stopped.
He read all the love letters he had written and her responses
To every one which she ended with “from the start you stole my heart”.
After reading all her letters he went back to her note and continued to read.
It said: life is full of mysteries, twists and turns we do not see
Life can never be a road straight and narrow with the ending in sight.
So each day I prayed with all of my might, that a love as the one that you
Have for me – will live with me eternally.
For if there is any such thing as “human eternal love”
You have gone far above!
You have been my ROCK OF GIBRALTER
And I knew you would never falter.
Now I need you to be strong, because this is where you belong.
Show everyone the love that you have given
For you make life worth living.
“FROM THE START YOU STOLE MY HEART”

louis rams

this is for all the women that think love is gone !


For fifty years they were together as husband and wife
And like all married couples they would bicker and fight.
Then the day came that GOD called her away
And with him she could not stay.
He mourned the loss of his soul mate, and to be with her again
He did not want to wait.
As he went through her belongings of fifty years
He found a box which brought a tear.
It was a 12” box with the words engraved “treasure chest box”
With a key for the lock.
It was something he had never known before
As he opened up the door.
It was a stack of letters tied with a red ribbon
And a note on top which read:
My dear husband – if you are reading this it is because
GOD decided to take me away, and with you I could not stay.
But these letters is what kept me alive, and of your love I did thrive.
Each letter tells me of the love that you have for me
And thru my teary eyes I did see.
A man of compassion and kindness and love
Given to me from GOD above.
For each letter that you had written me, I wrote a response
Although I never gave them to you “till now “.
I knew that you would find it hard to let me go
This is something I did know.
So read my responses to the love you had for me
As you have set my heart free.
Every letter was dated from the first one written on the bottom
To the last one on the top
He held his breath and his heart stopped.
He read all the love letters he had written and her responses
To every one which she ended with “from the start you stole my heart”.
After reading all her letters he went back to her note and continued to read.
It said: life is full of mysteries, twists and turns we do not see
Life can never be a road straight and narrow with the ending in sight.
So each day I prayed with all of my might, that a love as the one that you
Have for me – will live with me eternally.
For if there is any such thing as “human eternal love”
You have gone far above!
You have been my ROCK OF GIBRALTER
And I knew you would never falter.
Now I need you to be strong, because this is where you belong.
Show everyone the love that you have given
For you make life worth living.
“FROM THE START YOU STOLE MY HEART”

louis rams

I just posted my first lyrics on utube at the link shown below
and I need as many people as possible to check it out and let me know what you think of my country song.


http://youtu.be/G1JPoA3589Q

If you was to try to count all the wishes that were made
It would drive you completely insane.
Ninety nine percent of wishes do not come true
So turn to prayer is what we have to do.
Wishes are taught to children, as they are growing up
The wishes that they would make in a day would fill a coffee cup.
The story and song “ when you wish upon a star”
Is the greatest story by far.

People will tend to say “ I wish I had a better life”
“I wish I had a beautiful wife”
“I wish I had a better job”.
All these wishes will not come true
Until you make it happen for you.
And it will happen when you pray
And set Your goals day by day.

We can control  the things in our lives
And make everything turn out right.
With perseverance in our heart
And a loved one by your side
There is not a mountain that you can’t climb.

So leave the wishes to the kids
For this is the way that they live.

They must follow dreams that are
Shown to them through the stories
That they read,
and all they see on TV.

Women- listen to the heart of man
Not all of us are macho men
But most of us will defend you to the end.
Not all men are into martial arts, weight lifting and such
For some it is too much.

We are men of every day stance, all we ask
Is to love us , and give us a chance.
We feel pain the same as you
And our tears we’ll hide from you.

We can love you more than you’ll ever know
And it’s something that we will show.
We will love you like no other man can
We will walk with you hand in hand.

You are mans foundation, that is why
GOD made such a beautiful creation.
Different in every aspect and every way
And he knew in our hearts you would stay.

Strange as it may be: we came out of you
And are always trying to get back into you.
But we must start from your heart and mind
To be with you throughout all time.

( these are the thoughts of women when they thought
i could not hear them over the years. )
womens flowing tears
i want all the world to see all the feelings inside of me
feelings of love , disappointments and fears all of which create my tears
tears are our " escape valves " from the past and even now.
tears are like water faucets which can be controlled to release the pressure
built up inside- pressures which we try to hide.
tears that flow which only a woman may know.
we have a release valve unlike a man , and we can create
it at the drop of a hand.
we are women " unique but not weak " in many ways.
we can compete against the powers of man ,
something which they don't understand.
they may see us like a fragile delicate flower as a rose
but we have thorns which can ***** you at any time, if you cross the line.
men and nations have been destroyed for the love of a woman
" HELEN OF TROY, SAMPSON AND DELILAH " ( similiat to ' THE LIAR '
the history books tell many stories of our " infamous glories "
so when you think you have the upper hand, it's because you've been scamed.               (C) L . RAMS 070615

(10/12/11)


Each night you remove your makeup
You wash your face.
You rest your head in the same old place.
You prop up your pillow as I kiss you good night
But your inner beauty is always in my sight.

The outside beauty is only a mask
It is something that does not last.
But that inner beauty will last throughout eternity
That is something that I do see.

Even when you’re snoring in a deep restful sleep
And I lift up the covers to take a peek
The urge in me builds up a burning fire
Filling me with a ****** desire.

I want to tear the covers off of you
And hold your body close to mine
But I know it’s not the right time.

So like a good soul mate
I will lay here and wait
Till you wake up with the morning sun
That is when I’ll have my fun.

(9/9/12)

For centuries they had to walk behind the man
Because men thought that they could not understand
Politics or the power of glory
That to them was just a story.

But women from the start , always knew
What was in their hearts.
In their hearts , and in the hearts of their men

They knew when to act like a lover
And when to be a friend.
When to keep quite and when to give an ear
Of this they had no fear.

They supported their men because of the
Love they had inside, and of that
They did not deny.
But in their hearts they knew it had to be
A two way street.

That they must support each other in
All their endeavors and failures in life.
This is what they do as husband and wife.

The more that time passed the more that
Women s silence awakened
It was awakened to voice their opinions
Thoughts , and emotions
Of this it had to be spoken.

Now women have most of the rights of men
And into every field they will defend
They realize that now they can show
That whatever man conceives ,They will do - and do believe.
They may not get paid as much as men
But they will in the end.

(4/1/12)

Men and women are different in so many ways
Men sit in front of the t. v. ‘s to watch their games
Women will watch their soap operas if time permits
That’s how they get their kicks.

It seems to me that this is their dreams
Men look to games for the power they seek
While women look for hearts that are tender and meek.

Men want the powers of fortune and fame
While women use their charms
for whatever they can gain.
It seems that we use each other for
Our own selfish reasons
But the women love to use their charms for the teasing.

Men may tend to use their physical strength
To put the women down
But women know how to use the strength
To turn it all around.

The LORD said : “the meek shall inherit the earth”
Is it the women who give us birth?
Are they really the meek of which he speaks !
Hmmmm I wonder !

I don’t mean to put us men down
But I think they’re the ones that wear the crown
We are the jokers in the kings court
     (have you ever seen a female joker in the kings court?)
While they sat on their *****- enjoying what their mothers taught.

Now I must say this in the defense of men
We get what we want (and deserve) in the end.
So I leave these thoughts for the men and women to decide
Who is the meek? Which one will cry?

You wake up in the morning with sleep in your eyes
Wondering if this day will turn out fine.
You get up out of bed and do your daily routine
Washing your face and making sure your clothes are clean.
You get yourself ready to go to work
And the coffee is just starting to perk.
You’re deciding on what you’re going to eat
Maybe pancakes will be a good treat?
You finish your breakfast, wash the dishes and you’re out the door
Wondering what this day has in store?
You get to work and the headaches begin
It seems like you just can’t win.
The hours seem to slowly pass!
How much longer will this last?
Five o’clock is finally here – every one jumps up and starts to cheer.
Now you start your trek back home- in your bed is where you belong
But it’s Friday night and it’s party time
A little dancing and some wine.
You put on that **** dress- and the makeup will do the rest.
You pick up your purse and your cell
You’re low on cash, but you won’t tell.
You get to the club and your friends are there
And their table with you they share.
After your first drink you’re out on the floor
You can’t stop- you want much more.
After a full hour of dancing you have to take a break
You know you’re tired because your legs and feet ache.
Back to the table – another glass of wine
Your eyes are heavy so you know it’s that time.
You say good night to your friends at the table
You’ve got to get home while you’re able.
You get home and lock the door, take your shower, then walk the floor.
A house is not a home when there’s no one there
And you have so much to share.
But who do you talk to when you’re all alone
Sitting there by the phone.
This is the time that you think about a man
Who can fit in your plan.
But you’re still young with no obligation
So why get into a heavy relation?
                “PARTY TIME IS JUST FINE”   HA-HA

where do we go when we have so much to say
and on deaf ears , my words do play.
where do we go when we are hurting inside
and the pain you can't relieve , no matter how you try.
where do you go when the words scream to be free
and no one to touch except you or me.
you know there are worldwide poetry sites
and at each one you must be strong
and willing to fight.
these words and feelings that you have locked up inside
are tired of crying and wanting to hide.
so write your words and see who will respond

You are my days that capture me
You are my nights that set me free.
You are my longings that live inside of me
You are my hopes, my dreams, my fantasies.

You are the air that I breathe
You are my everything.
You are the water for which I thirst
You fill my heart to a point of burst.
I fall asleep and you are
in the corridors of my mind
You are there each and every time.

I caress your face, I touch your hair
We hold hands and I know you care.
I float in the depths of your eyes
I choke, I gasp, and then cry.
How is this possible? How can this be?
That in my life you are my everything.

Is this what true love really is?
That you are under my skin.
If this is what I must go through
To hold on to you
Then take my body, take my soul
You are the one that makes me whole.

You complete me like the
stars complete the night.
The sun completes the day.
And in my heart
Forever you will stay.

You are the queen
Your body is your castle and you are the queen of your throne and no one can take away what you own .  Your castle was built as you grew  and this  was taught to you. No one can enter unless you say and if there is love that comes into play .  Protect your castle from those who wish to bring you down who want you gagged and bound . You must take jealousy  with a grin and just let love come in .
You are the queen !
(C) poetlou 101023

You find yourself drowning-water going into your nose and mouth.
You find yourself drowning of that you have no doubt.
Your arms are flaring wildly as you struggle to reach the top
You know you must continue- you know you can not stop.

You know you’ve been in this position
Many times before, but you always seem to
Make it to the far distant shore.
You take a deep breathe as your instinct
For survival comes into play.
You know you have to fight to live another day.

You reach land and you know a new battle
Will begin- peer pressure, life s pressures
How are you going to win?

You ask yourself: how can this be?
You can drown on land- not just in the sea?
Every time you’ve survived
Who do you think was there
It was JESUS giving a helping hand.

He’s been by your side, every minute
Of every day, he will pick you up
He will not turn away.

So do not get discouraged, do not despair
Put your faith in GOD , he is always there.

(10/23/11)

Since elementary school they became friends
They knew this friendship would never end.
She was seven, he was eight , but their lives
Were put in the hands of faith,

He always protected her from any harm
This was her knight - this was her charm.
When they got to middle school
They saw each other in a different light
They knew something was happening
This just wasn’t right.

As they was walking from school she tripped
And almost fell.
He grabbed her by the arm, and felt his groin
Begin to swell.

She got the same sensation as they held each other tight.
It was a feeling they knew they could not fight.
Their lips came together in a soft gentle kiss
Sending waves of passion that they could not resist.

As they pulled away, their lips were still on fire
And their insides was burning with desire.
So many thoughts and questions entered his mind
And the thoughts just flew by.
He told her in a whisper that could hardly be heard
It came out like on the wings of a bird.

Let me soar on the wings of a dove
Let me find everlasting love
Let the air waves carry me
To a place that’s loving and free.

Let me feel how love grows
This is something I don’t know
I never felt love before
Till you opened up the door.
I am now feeling what everyone talks about
And to the world I want to shout
If I can find love ! Why can’t you?
This is something you’ve got to do.

From our childhood years ,we felt
Something that we could not know
That it was a love that would forever grow.
I had her love from the start
And forever she will be in my heart.

I put you on a pedestal and raised you to the sky
And everything you told me was a lie.
You said you loved me and would always be true
Then I found you with somebody new.
Your friends knew about your cheating heart “oh so well”
But no one would tell!
How could you be so cruel that you played me like a fool!
I know now that you’re not mine, so I won’t waste my time.
I’ll take your cheating heart and throw it to the wind
So in my heart you’ll never get in.
Hypocrisy is all you’ve ever known
Hypocrisy is all you’ve ever shown
No truths could be found, as all truths fell to the ground
A hypocrite in love and life, and you’ve never done
Anything that’s right.
How did your memory hold – all those lies that you told?
Well baby it’s time that we part, because you have broken every ones heart.
Your hypocrisy showed me to beware, that my love with just
Anyone I cannot share.
© L. RAMS 031515

Let me live and thrive in your heart
Let your hearts blood pulsate through my veins
For with your blood, I’ll never be the same.
Each pulse will take me to places I’ve never been before
And it will last forever more.
I will go thru twists and curves
And with each curve my love will burn.

And as the body needs the blood to survive
I need your heart around each side.
Surround me with all the love that you have to give
So that my soul can survive and live.

As I travel through each vein and artery
I feel your beauty flowing inside of me.
How can anyone s heart be so clean and pure?
Like the oceans beating against the shores.
Bringing everything to the surface
For all the world to see.
This is the love that you have given me.

         Your heart is the key
That holds all knowledge and uncovers all the mysteries.

I awoke with thoughts flashing in my head
I knew I had to write them down
So I got out of bed.
A thought of a love so pure, so fine
And I couldn’t get it out of my mind.
Those piercing eyes looking at me
Telling me to put it into poetry.
           SO HERE IT IS
Your eyes attracted me from afar
Like the tail of a shooting star
I longed to hold you and make a wish
And taste the sweetness of your kiss.
To have you brighten up my darkest night
And send my heart into flight.
To feel the warmth of that fiery fire
And fulfilling my every desire.
All of this I could see as your eyes holds the mysteries
And taking me into the depths of your soul
And making me completely whole.
Like a whirlpool I am pulled down
I try to scream but I have no sound.
I am falling deeper and deeper with no end in sight
Yet I am calm in this journey of delight.
This whirlpool is starting to slow its pace
As I see your beautiful face.
And on this I cannot deny
That I have found heaven in your eyes.

Youth to elder                                © l.rams    (10/4/12)

The years are catching up to us
Our minds seem to be losing touch
No longer do we see or feel
What is fake and what is real.

They say humanity has five senses
Which I tend to disagree
Seeing, smelling, hearing, taste and touch.

But those are just the outer senses of which they speak
What about the inner senses which control you and me.

Love, compassion, fear , hate
Just a few which they forgot to rate.
The list has become so long
That in a book it doesn’t belong.

Sadness, joy, anger, frustration
It’s not even enough for our imagination.
All these things with age we’ve come to know
And in our souls it began to grow.

The soul is the only thing that we can not lose
And given a choice- this I’ll choose
For when it’s time for us to go to the other side
Everything else is left behind.

The soul is like a treasure chest
It holds all the wealth that you’ve created
Of all the feelings known to man
So when you get to GODS kingdom
You’ll understand.
It becomes like a video that you can see
Of your every step and memory
So Alzheimer’s and dementia stand aside
You ‘re in for a long, long ride.