louis rams Poems

the rose is a beauty to behold
it is loved by most women on this earth
is it because the rose is like a woman?
when it opens up and spreads its petals
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i am tall
i am straight
i am ' TREE
as i see my leaves falling to the ground
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the angels came calling on this
beautiful and glorious day.
as i turned my face to look the other way.
to see the reflections of my life gone by.
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softly we walk this earth
when we die, we become the dirt.
so while we live, we must learn to share.
and show others that we care.
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it was a summer nights dream, not a cloud to be seen
the sky a beautiful orange red
i saw you and i thought that i was dead.
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the pen is mightier than the sword
and stronger than the mightiest men.
with the pen petitions can be signed
it can be accepted, or it can be declined.
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my father was a merchant seaman since the age of twelve
left spain because he was living in hell.
living in valencia, by the shore, thinking of
lands he never saw before.
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i am at my journeys end
looking back at my life, family, friends.

all my life i tried to be, smiling, happy, and carefree.
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like the wind blown rain beating against your face
cooling you, soothing you, without leaving a trace.
so is the love that i have for you
and to you my heart will be true.
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when she was asleep in her bed
she heard a pounding in her head.
who can be knocking at this ungodly hour?
for in this house, the devil has no power.
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