Alfred Ramos

Rookie (3-2-1945 / California)

Alfred Ramos Poems

1. No One Has Much To Say 12/20/2007
2. In The Blink Of An Eye 12/22/2007
3. Not A Love Letter 12/22/2007
4. Solve This Mystery 12/22/2007
5. Your Letter 12/24/2007
6. The Game Is The Same 12/24/2007
7. Candy 12/24/2007
8. Butterfly 12/24/2007
9. First Love 12/25/2007
10. From An Old Man Dying 12/25/2007
11. La Mordida (The Bribe) 12/25/2007
12. Tonight I Slept With My Guitar 12/25/2007
13. Loneliness Part 1 12/25/2007
14. Between Life And Death 12/26/2007
15. The First Glow Of Morning 12/18/2007
16. Let Life Paint You A Picture 12/26/2007
17. Real Pain 12/27/2007
18. Lost Child 12/27/2007
19. Cliffs Of Acapulco 12/28/2007
20. Tragic 12/28/2007
21. Love Pains 12/28/2007
22. In The Blink Of An Eye Part Ii 12/30/2007
23. Spooky Night Tale 12/30/2007
24. The Kiss Of God 12/30/2007
25. Hey Baby Girl 12/30/2007
26. Oh What A Shame 12/31/2007
27. Dreaming In Spanish 12/31/2007
28. Tribute To Virginia Tech 1/2/2008
29. I Know Those Eyes 1/5/2008
30. Oh That Smile 1/5/2008
31. Tijuana Moon 1/6/2008
32. The New Assessment 1/6/2008
33. Fame (Who Wants It) 1/6/2008
34. No Reason To Pretend 1/6/2008
35. The More I Look 1/6/2008
36. The Second Time Around 1/6/2008
37. Life's Final Dance 1/6/2008
38. Woman's Rage 12/28/2007
39. Love On A Merry-Go-Round 12/28/2007
40. Play The Blues 12/31/2007
Best Poem of Alfred Ramos

A Mother's Love

I held her hand as tight as I could
Even though I knew it would not do much good
Her breath was shallow and weak
If only my eyes could speak
She would see I felt just as much pain
And the tears I’m trying to contain
I don’t want her to know
I’m having a real problem letting her go
That a piece of me was dying too
As another side of darkness was slipping through
Her pulse was dull, her color was lead
Her skin was clammy, as I wiped perspiration off her head
You could find adoration seeping through her pores
For a mother’s love opens many doors
An aura ...

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No One Has Much To Say

No one has much to say
With hundreds dying every day
Next time you see them will be in a plastic bag
Identified with only a blood stained tag
You might say my protest is unpatriotic
But what can be more chaotic
Than having to kneel and pray
Every single day
No one has much to say

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