Alfred Ramos

Rookie (3-2-1945 / California)

Alfred Ramos Poems

41. Thinking Of You 1/2/2008
42. Too Much Of Nothing 1/10/2008
43. Hey Little Bird 1/10/2008
44. Oh, To Be In Love 1/10/2008
45. Who In Hell Is To Blame 1/8/2008
46. Done In Dunes 1/22/2008
47. Who Gives A Heart 1/30/2008
48. Like Too Many Yesterdays 1/30/2008
49. The Truth About The Lies 1/30/2008
50. One Day I'Ll Ask You Why 2/2/2008
51. Time 1/19/2008
52. Rumor Control 2/3/2008
53. Love And Hate 2/4/2008
54. Love (An Unsolved Puzzle) 2/4/2008
55. Sleep Of The Gods 2/5/2008
56. Farther Than It Appears 2/5/2008
57. Not Going To Cry Yet 2/6/2008
58. Puppet On A String 2/7/2008
59. Love Fades 2/11/2008
60. Day By Day 2/11/2008
61. Dark Of The Night 2/3/2008
62. Lost Men 2/18/2008
63. Figure It Out 2/18/2008
64. Love Story On The Beach 2/18/2008
65. The Coffee Cup 2/18/2008
66. What Do I Do About The Pain 2/18/2008
67. Dip Into Darkness 2/18/2008
68. Dog Days 2/18/2008
69. In My Dreams 2/18/2008
70. It Seems 2/18/2008
71. No Sugar And Spice 2/21/2008
72. The Down Side 2/21/2008
73. I Heard Love Was Blind 2/21/2008
74. And In Conclusion 2/22/2008
75. Aren'T We 2/23/2008
76. The First Kiss 2/24/2008
77. Dancing In The Dark 2/24/2008
78. Throw Me A Dream 2/24/2008
79. Divorce 2/25/2008
80. False Heroes 2/25/2008

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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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