(3/30/13)
I had written about my heavy heart and how you
Had become such a big part.
So with these thoughts going thru my head
I will lay my fears to rest.
There is so much beauty on this site, that it
Fills my heart with strength and might.
There are so many of us going thru aches and pains
That to abandon you would be a crying shame.
There is so much hope in the words of all poets
And insights never seen or touched before
Because we are the ones who open the doors.
There are times that we want our poetry to
Find us fortune and fame, but we know that
Our lives will not be the same.
We will no longer write from the heart or be able
To shed a tear and to wipe away others fears
I found that my search for truth lies within, and if we
Don’t pursue it; it will be a crying sin.
HOPE, LOVE, FAITH
Monthly Archives: March 2013
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laying down my pen
laying down my pen
(7/10/12)
I am laying down my pen and paper No longer will I write. I am tired of this battle No strength no more to fight.
These every day battles are taking its toll on me Darkness seems to surround me No light do I see.
I’ve always written about the beauties That surround us in our lives. Now all I see is darkness in every corner of the room Then I feel the emptiness, the heartache “and the gloom”.
How can I write happy thoughts when I am full of pain Everything is changing , and yet I stay the same. My pen is getting heavier- the thoughts are cloudy in my mind I keep telling myself “that I’m doing fine”.
It was once easier to lie to myself -rather than admit defeat That I am no longer at my fullest peak. So with sad heart- the flow of ink will stop For I have reached my climax – I have reached the top
out of the fires of hell
To my co poets – this is in response to “I lay down my pen”
Out of the fires of hell (7/14/12)
I have pulled myself up out of the fires of hell Where pain, sorrow, depression, lost faith do dwell. I recall as I closed my eyes all I could see Was the devil staring back at me.
His eyes were bloodshot red – cause on my fears he had fed. The hideous laugh bouncing around in my head I thought for sure that I was dead.
They pulled me down when I was weak And with their strength I could not compete. All four of them were working to keep me down When I saw HIS LIGHT, HIS EYES, HIS CROWN It was the LORD beckoning me to him And seeing this – I knew I’d win.
His hand came down and I grabbed it and held on tight Closed my eyes and prayed with all my might. I rose out of those flames completely intact And I knew there would be no turning back.
The devil like the lion would wait for its prey And thought with certainties he would get his way But my LORD had something to say.
You had caught me at a time of weakness and despair And thought that my life with you I’d share But my inner spirit saw the guiding light And I fought with all my might.
The LORD had heard my plea, and responded And I rose out of the fires with a smile on my face
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praying hands
I had a dream with my lord CHRIST He touched my head, not once but twice. I felt my body jump up in bed I saw the nail holes in his hands that bled.
I felt the power of his healing hands He showed it to me so I could understand. With faith in our hearts he will heal And his hands you will feel.
I awoke that morning with the spirit inside Those praying hands I had to find. I found a figurine of his hands And put it upon my night stand.
In my prayers that I say day and night I squeeze those hands with all my might. Now when I feel life s pressures are getting me down I touch those hands that I had found.
And when I feel an ailment or two Then I know what I must do. I touch those hands and say a prayer This is the bond that we share.
There is no other feeling like the love of GOD When you have him in your heart.
louis rams :
women s changing times ( a comical truth)
(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 asses- 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?
louis rams :
womens strengths
(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 asses- 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?
louis rams :
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 :
my poet time travelers
I thought of it all day and well into the night That for you a poem I would write. What words can you use to describe a person You’ve never seen. Then a realization came into my mind I’ve been writing them for a very long time.
Every time we write about GOD and his begotten son The words flow freely and never left undone. So it matters not if it is sight unseen We write about everything- it’s a poets dream.
Poets go into worlds never traveled before Seeking all that GOD has made And come back with knowledge that they’ve gained. Into the realms of mystery, love, excitement and fear So that with you these words they could share.
They see the realities of today The dreams of yesterdays The future of tomorrows And the pains and sorrows.
They are the time travelers of the mind Their eyes are open – they are not blind. So when you read what they write It’s because of this time travelers insight.
So to my time traveling co-poets, this I must say I am proud to have traveled this road with you Into the minds of man, and writing The stories that they all understand.
louis rams :
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