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

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homeless and with words

 

NOT EVERYBODY HAS GONE TO COLLEGE OR ARE INTELLECTS

YET WORDS THEY’VE LEARNED THEY TEND TO FORGET

SO I WRITE PLAIN SIMPLE POETRY

JUST SO THRU MY EYES LIFE THEY CAN SEE

WE ALL SEE LIFE IN A DIFFERENT WAY

WHAT IS RIGHT ! WHO IS TO SAY !

I HAVE MET HOMELESS PROFFESIONALS OF EVERY KIND

WHO SAY THEY’RE HOMELESS , BECAUSE LIFE IS BLIND

IT DOES’NT MATTER YOUR PROFFESION , AGE , OR GENDER

TO ALCOHOL AND DRUGS YOU DID SURRENDER.

WE VERY RARELY GET LIFE ON A SILVER PLATTER

WE WORK HARD FOR THINGS THAT MATTER/

RESPONSIBILITIES DON’T GO AWAY , BECAUSE

YOU GET HIGH AND WANT TO PLAY.

THERE ARE SO MANY WORDS THAT I CAN USE

THE SIMPLE ONES ARE THE ONES I CHOOSE.

YET WORDS USED THE PROPER WAY

CAN TURN YOUR LIFE AROUND DSY TO DAY.

IT IS CALLED SPEECH , SOMETHING THAT A LITTLE

EDUCATION CAN TEACH.

LISTEN TO WORDS AND HOW THEY’RE USED

TRY THEM IF YOU CHOOSE.

THE MOST INFLUENTIAL PERSON I EVER MET

WAS A SIXTH GRADE DROPOUT WHO SELF TAUGHT

HIMSELF BY WATCHING EDUCATIONAL PROGRAMS

ON TELEVISION AND HOLD CONVERSATIONS WITH ME

ABOUT MONEY , POLITICS AND HISTORY.

HE WAS STILL RUNNING HIS FATHERS GROCERY STORE

ND HELPING THE HOMEKESS ON THE STREETS

GIVING THEM FOOD AND CLOTHING AND WARM SOCKS FOR THEIR FEET.

YET THE BIGGEST GIFT HE HAS GIVEN THE HOMELESS

IS THE WORDS OF ENCOURAGEMENT/

© l . RAMS 041916

 

treasure cove

i was captured in a fishnet way below the waves captured in a fishnet within a deep dark cave fish of every kind was swimming by , and every one of them was giving me the eye. i was an outsider in their dark forbidden world where laid the pirates treasures of gold , silver and pearls. this cave was like a castle with rooms all around , and every type of treasure was there to be found. on top of each chest laid a pirates bones- with the fingers wrapped around it in a sort of strangle hold. i was able to grab a pirates sword and cut my way out as the sharks were eyeing me as they was swimming all about. i was running out of oxygen , but i had to show my find as i reached down and grabbed a necklace which i knew was one of a kind. i pushed the pirates bones off of one of the chests, and opened  it and reached inside-

to grab a handfull of doubloons as they slid from side to side.

but my fingers touched something that felt oval shaped and bumpy to the touch,and as i pulled it out, there to my surprise was a golden tiara with jewels of every kind. my oxygen tank showed i had two minutes of air left and if i did’nt surface fast i’d join the pirates nest. i grabbed the fishnet and gave it a hard pull , as the fisherman thought that their net was full. the generator cranked up and started to pull up the net never realizing the catch, that they would get. amongst all the fish there i laid, thinking that i beat that dark watery grave. with a necklace in one hand and a golden tiara in the other and how close i came to death- i begin to shudder. (C) L .RAMS 070315