power of prayer

With the power of prayer you can not compare
For our Lord is always there .
He listens to every word we say as he looks
Over us from day to day .
He knows our wants and sees our needs
And on that we do feed.
He fills up his heaven with angels from below
And the ones he will choose you do know .
A mother , a father , a sister a brother
For like them there are no others.
Every one of us are grains of sand to complete
The beaches on this land .
Each touching each other and creating a world of hope
So that our children can learn to cope.
This is the Power Of Prayer and he always takes us there.
© L . RAMS 072917 ( poetlou )


remembering the sixties

We all have a lifetime of memories , some bad , some good
Some we’d change if we could.
Like the passing of a loved one that left us behind
Yet we still see their face in our mind.
A joke , a laughter , a smile or two
These are things that we once knew.
Going to a party or a community dance and wearing
Those Bell Bottom pants.
We are now called Baby Boomers from the sixties
Who got high on Acid , Pot and Whiskey.
You could find pot everywhere , and people were willing to share.
Then came the biggest event of that time “ WOODSTOCK “
Where everyone got blind.
There was flower power and protesters against the Vietnam war
And many draftees ran to the Canadian shores.
I was still in the Army in 63 and to Birmingham Alabama
Is where they would send me .
The desegregation had just begun and the Alabama governor was on the run.
Twice he tried and twice he failed and had his head between his tail.
This was the time that the sixties went into the history books
And all the lives that it took.
In August of 62 Marilyn Monroe died
In November of 63 it was JFK who w0as assassinated
In April of 68 it was Martin Luther King assassinated
In June of 68 it was Robert F . Kennedy assassinated
Then came Woodstock art and music festival 8/15-8/19/69
I recall in the villages of lower Manhattan when coffee shops
Were filled with beatnik poets with their beards and long hair
And their music and poetry they was willing to share.
Times were so much different then . where you would meet
Someone and they would become your friend.
Now I leave this thought to you “ remembering the sixties “
Is a dream come true.
© L . RAMS 071817

fire in the sky

there is a fire in the sky which is orange and white and the blue to create this site.
just like the fires that burn on the ground
but without the dangers , without the sounds.

this fire was created by a hand from above,
given to us with tenderness and love.
this beauty so rich, so rare that with us
he had to share.
as I walk and look around at all the beauties that I’ve found, like the mountains, the rivers valleys and streams and the trees and grass so green
animals and creature of every kind and the birds that are flying high.
the beauty of a rainbow after the rain, and no two colors ever the same.

yes ! there is a fire in the sky
and it was made for you and I.
(C) L. RAMS 070917


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