Man cannot live by bread alone , he needs
A woman of flesh and bone.
So GOD took the rib which was the closest to the
Heart of man to create his perfect plan . Women !
How can man not love what’s a part of him
That’s why women laugh and grin.
He created the woman to be soft , gentle , loving
And caring and all her feelings and thoughts
With men they are sharing.
They was given a valve to let out their frustrations and fears
And they called it a woman’s tears.
They was given another valve for man to enjoy
The fruits of his labor , with new lives that they could favor.
Now when his work was complete ,was when the woman convinced the man
The fruit to eat .
© L . RAMS 091317
Stories of hope series – swimmers dreams #14
I once knew a boy named Kevin and I watched him grow
And people would always say he was “ mighty slow “.
He didn’t learn as fast as others and they would tease
Him because he had no sisters or brothers.
So without anyone to play or talk with , he would go
Into his little world that he had created in his mind
Where he would spend his time.
But in school there was two things that he was good at
He could swim like a fish and climb like a cat and no one
Could beat him at any of that.
One of the coaches saw this and called him to the side.
Asking him ‘ how would you like to join our swim team ?
Man! What a surprise !
He joined the swim team and would swim every day , and now
Other kids would talk to him and ask him to play.
He would show others how to jump high and climb like a cat
Till they became very good at that.
The coach always watched him and thought that he could
Put it to use , and how he would show his teammates how
To get more bounce on the diving boards and to do their
Twists and turns in the air, and against his school none could compare.
Since he was the fastest swimmer on the team he asked the coach
If he could try something different with his teammates breathing techniques.
He noticed that when they was about to dive in the pool they would take
A short breath of air then dive.
But by filling your lungs completely it would mean less times coming up
To breathe and saves valuable seconds , and when they did come up
It was to fill their lungs completely.
The coach took five volunteers and with his stop watch timed each one
at their normal pace.
Then he did it again with what Kevin said about larger intakes of air.
And their times were cut 10 to 20 seconds.
The team became so successful they competed state wide
They won so many trophies that another wall they had to find.
Because of Faith , Love and Hope – multiple swimmers dreams came true
And it will “only start if you want it to “.
I’m writing this poem for all of you, cause true
Poets are far from few.
A true poet writes about every day life
The joys , the loves , the sacrifice.
There is not a topic they will not touch . Because
Life gives us “ oh so much “.
Each poem is like a wave beating against the beach
Touching anyone that it can reach.
It can be as smooth as glass , and tell your stories
Of the present or past, and most of us have gone
Thru love , joy , sorrow ,bitterness and hate
And other things in which we can relate.
We become the eyes and voices of the silent ones
Who are afraid to speak “ cause they feel they are weak “
We see their tears , we feel their pain , but in silence they remain.
A true poet tells what others do not , and they’ll continue to write
“ they will not stop “.
© L . RAMS 082017
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God has tears in his eyes seeing the self destruction of mankind
His Son gave up his life so that we could live !
What more does he have to give !
So many centuries have gone by but we still choose to live a lie.
We still have wars , sicknesses, hunger, poverty and hate
Is this going to be our fate ?
He had flooded this earth once before and said he would
Not do that any more !
Now we may be on the verge of a nuclear war
Which will wipe out everything from shore to shore.
For thousands of years man has created beliefs of their own
And believers in God they would throw stones.
Christianity was created with the apostles twelve
When in the house of the Lord they did dwell.
I know my Lord is with me every day – he walks
In front of me to show me the way .
Things that I have done that I feel so ashamed
But he forgives me when I call his name.
When I have weakened and done wrong
He’s built me up and made me strong.
Most of humanity can now relate , because the
Power of his love is so great.
Every problem that we’ve overcome , was the work that
He had done.
Let us all join together and wipe away his tears forever.
© L . RAMS 081517
I have searched my world over for a person such as you
To make me feel the way that you do .
I was like a honey bee filling up its hive , and taking
Nectars from each flower so that I could thrive.
I got tired of looking for love in all the wrong places
And seeing the same old familiar faces’
They can’t see that you’d like to settle down
And have your own kids running around.
Well look no further and have some faith
This is where you’ve met your mate.
Just tell me you love me , tell me you care
Tell me you need me and I’ll be there.
I have loved you for oh so long , and with you
Is where I belong.
There is not a river , nor an ocean or a mountain
That I would not swim or climb , just to know
That you are mine.
I need you like the earth needs the rain
You’re the only one that can take away this pain.
Now you know that I can no longer hide , this hunger
That I have locked up inside.
MY SEARCH IS OVER
© L . RAMS 080517
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 )
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