parting of ways

Words of love are constantly spoken
And the promises constantly broken
You live to lie and you lie to live
And I’m the only one who gives
You take , you use , and you abuse
The love and trust that is given to you
Yet every night I pray that you will change your way
What do we do that we fail
And love can not prevail.
Does love tend to smother you and you
Don’t know what to do ?
Is it that you’ve been hurt before
And you refuse to take a chance any more ?
In life there are no guarantees
You just go with what you see.
There are people who love you all around
And you’ve let every one down.
You laughed when I told you I couldn’t
Take amy more and that I would
Walk out that door.
Well I guess that we must part
I will not live with a broken heart.
© L . RAMS 111716


christmas red suit

The town was completely covered with snow
And the children’s hearts were all aglow.
Christmas day would soon be here
With Santa and his reindeer.
His magical bag would be full of toys
For all the little girls and boys.

Many would try to stay awake that night
In hopes of seeing a red sleigh in sight.
Although this may be a small little town
The Christmas spirit is all around.
The town center Christmas tree with its decorations
Tinsels and lights , leaves the town cheerful and bright.

All the shops with Christmas greetings
Welcoming in the new season and the department store
Windows with all the animated toys
Attracting all the girls and boys.

Yet ! Let’s not forget the child that was born
To give us this holiday , and to him we all must pray.
He gave us a man all dressed in red , who is now
In our hearts and in our heads.
He is here to remind us every year to spread
Gods good will and good cheer.
The children know him as Santa with the red suit
His beard white as snow , leaving gifts and
His HO- HO- HO .
The red suit is the symbol of the blood that he shed
The white is the purity on top of his head.
© L . RAMS 111016

homeless alcoholic

He walked the streets – his head hung low
With no place that he could go.
Being homeless is a crying shame
And he had just himself to blame
He had a house , a family too and he
Turned his back on them “ it’s true “.
What the hell did he think when he thought
That he could control his drink.
His alcohol problems he refused to face
And being high on the job is not the right place
He was putting his co-workers lives at stake
So there was a decision he had to make.
He knew then what they was saying was true
But professional help he would not do .
Without this help he would fall through the cracks
And there would be no turning back.
He turned his back on job and family
His stupid pride he did not see.
Now the thoughts just flood his mind
If he would have taken the help
He would have been just fine.

“ take the help when help is given “
© L RAMS 110316

you asked me for a poem

I didn’t know what to do when you asked me
To write a poem just for you.
Should I write the thoughts that I’m feeling inside
And should I put it into verse and rhyme?
Should I tell you what you would like to hear
Where your eyes get swollen and begin to tear .
Should I reach in and touch your inner soul
For all the world to behold.
Or should I show them what you want them to see
And leave your life as a mystery ?
Is it so hard to show what you feel inside
What is it that you try to hide ?
Unlike the weather you need not layers to cover your heart
For your warmth is your best part.
You do not need a poem “ to be you “
But to your heart you must be true.
© L , RAMS 110316