Let me tell you a tale
of an old satin heart
that was patched on an olive tree
ragged and wretched
with fibers of bickering lines
cleaved to a bud on a branch
if it ever had a soul
it will be a miserable one
wandering in a lonely Eden
laying thorns of twisted vines
Yet in all it’s gory
a peasant girl found it
alleviated it’s misery
fixed the stretched squares
washed the jagged dirt
turned it into an art of lost emotions
and a fine testimony of lost but found
“It’s never too late to start again”…
STRUT: THE ONE TO LIE TO
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Go tell the widowed woman downtown
It’s only a long walk to her home
Wear a smile and embrase happiness
Ignore the flashes that burrow within
Live through each day and not in it
Receive the bickering strolls of passers-by
Your strength is the irony of your weakness
She will welcome you like a lost sheep
Listen to you
With imaginations of a withering plant
Then “shuu” you off like a bush fly
With mutterings: the debt of death is life
Strut or not, its faded hands still blooms
-ruthspoetry 2017
Fogged
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All she wanted was a heart
Someone to call home
A world she could love
Sacred memories to protect
And arms to lay on
He brought her all she wanted
Even royal velvety happiness
And then it went foggy
Moistened by the spoils that men hide
Leaving her in more shades of want….
©ruthspoetry2017
LET THEM TALK
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Judge not!
The good book says
Yet we are so quick to crucify others
Why?
Why do we bury our nose in distance?
Searching desperately for a good day to hunt souls
Stretching the fibers of living
Still we shout “depression kills”
Oh no! Our poking eyes and watery mouths are the source of the depression that kills
Don’t you see it’s hurting those who wallow in pain?
But no, we are busy building little niches of gossip
Forming circles of unrepentant souls in the name of friendship
If one decides to do whatever they want
And they feel it is the best for them
How does that concern anyone?
How does it concern the batting lips of the public?
Why do we make the business of others ours?
Or is it that our worlds are sisters?
Refuse to be affected by their talks
Or meddle with their fallacious stings
More that often, your life may look spongy
But it’s a lot better than the rags they call life
So to help their chaos, hurting others is their gain
Be affected by your happiness
That way, you’ll care less and be more of yourself…
Ruth Brodrick
WOMAN
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Woman
The art man cannot explain
An alchemy of pure essence
A rock filled with energy so burly
The smell of goodnight pleasure
An amiable treasure unexposed
Crowned with shades of wisdom
Man’s greatest pleasure
Transparent with a fierce spirit
Wrapped in a nest of tender emotions
Marvel and stare to get lost
Her curves compel your submission
Oh! Her grace outweighs all odds
A definition of totally enchanting
Still her brain burns in her tasks
Here and there, she rolls in circles
Beat her drum, she’s fruitful
Forbidding the extinction of humanity
Now, let them take a bow
For we are their queens
RUTH BRODRICK
SMELL THE HOOD
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Dump all the cold stories
Draw a line between fair and good
The London lady calls it “antique”
Just because she feels ladies are suspects
Three crowns for the hood
Reading the surest lines
Tracing the bonds like branches
Connecting ancestors to new trends
Somebody said the hood smells like dawn
With all the rough and ghost corners
Framing the justice that houses dignity
The hood remains a home for likeminds…
©ruthspoetry 2017
ROOTING FOR SIMPLICITY
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To make a simple parquet
wishing for love and serenity
absolute power of speech
and an ivory of casted fury
savoring the tongues to slay
heaven knows the history
the thousandth truth is born
as the victimized hero fell
trampling on the odds of none
falling to the ghosted ambush
the only survivor remained his soul
with the score of good or evil
the thief is surrounded by his like
and the spirits that do not wish him well
chose the end while the present thrives
the last score never gives a warning…
©ruthspoetry 2017
THE RELATIONSHIP STRUGGLE
Man: Why do you smile like that?
You should have a small smile
You know you do not have a nice dentition.
Lady: Okay sir…
Man: Why do you walk that way?
Learn to catwalk
I mean, even those with bad legs can right?
Lady: Okay love…
Man: Why didn’t you apply make up?
Your spots are too much
I like my women always on point
Lady: Okay baby…
Man: Why is your nose so big?
Don’t worry, when next we travel
We will definitely stop at Dr 90210
Lady: That will be nice…
Lady: He doesn’t love me, he thinks I’m ugly. Maybe I’m not his type, maybe I should leave this relationship….
Man: I love my lady, and I’m sure she understands how I feel, not like I’m trying to make her feel less of herself, I just want the best for her….
©ruthspoetry 2017
EXPOSE YOUR CROWN
You were born
not with gold or silver
rather, with a humble beginners luck
to be the star they never saw
with an ambition to win
to rise to the throne made for you
and rule the world you thrive to own
in shades of faith and believe
the impossible is the possible
inspire yourself to grow
loose the edges that burden you
face the mountains that belittle you
your birth isn’t your glory
your death will be your score to life
judging by what you’ll leave behind
the day you live to your calling
is the day you’ll win
expose yourself to the world outside
harness the energy you groom
your crown is only a footstep away…
Ruth Brodrick
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EMOTIONS
STRETCHED
the limit that breaks the soul
releasing bands of uncured anger
stroking the feelings that are chained
BROKEN
under the heart lies a fragile belt
the zone of no wall
that’s where it hurts the most
SCARRED
somewhere within us
lies a fibrous velvety line
that renames fate as it struggles to heal
MEMORY
a picture that shows the past
passing judgemental rhythm to the present
tormenting, yet provoking a new start…
Ruth Brodrick
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MUSIC IN MY HEAD
I’m lost in my head
the echos are louder
the drumsticks beats the drum better
the strings never rocked the guitar better
the notes from the piano dance in circles
and the violin, the definition of lost vocals
bringing together a melody that is soul captivating
enchanting me to a world where I belong
the voices lay faded as I enjoy the rhythm
simply defining music as exquisite
…That’s what music feels like with my earpiece on
ruthspoetry 2016
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THE UNSEEN
Under my skin
Newer glories are born
Seven shades more tougher
Evenly pushing my world further
Enabling a present that births a future
Nothing lives better than tough soul…
ruthspoetry 2016
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A NEW START
On a virgin slate
a new topic is inscribed
words after words
line by line
till phrases make perfect sense
then an epic tale is unravelled
On yet another virgin slate
an old topic is revisited
and dressed in previous harmony
the story line remains untouched
leaving an old vibe
in a new package
A new beginning and a strong start
a perfect duo for the resolutions
whether a fresh start or a change of habits
the decision to a new leaf is personal
yet the outcome is an arrow directed at everyone
to either appease or condemn the victim…
HAPPY NEW YEAR BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE ❤❤❤
ruthspoetry 2017
CHRISTMAS IS A HOME
On cold and snowy days
when grandma’s face rocks
my smile and
the smell of old spice
parades the house
with chattering
of winter buddies
applauding the dance
of a toddler
to a christmas song
more knocks and
more cheers
the scent of
this season is vintage
a powerful reunion
of tired men and women
healing their souls
through family time…
Our Christmas
is a home
and our fulfilment
began with a kiss
of our santa; grandpa.
MERRY CHRISTMAS BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE.
ruthspoetry 2016
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DISCOVER MY CHRISTMAS
What shade will be my Christmas?
white, red, or green?
maybe none, maybe one
the perfect christmas isn’t the colour
it jingles around love
for the story was a gift
opposing forces that fight faith
So my Christmas’ shade will be love
sweet young heartwarming love
dressed in apparel so beautiful
to heal the broken sapphire
making hearts grow in ageless stories…
ruthspoetry 2016
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YOUR SMILE IS A WINNER
Your smile is a winner
locking souls to a fine dance
to yield happiness
like men yield to fine wine
conjuring the stars to sing
as pain is wrinkled away
leaving the euphoria of true desires
wrapped in peaceful memories
In days when choice is bought
relax and buy a wide smile with wrinkled edges
and channel your energy towards positivity
it makes a happy ending
Ruth Brodrick
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TO THE ONE I ONCE LOVED
Good times
I heard they are memories that last forever
But no, this memory of you i wish to burn
Or destroy to a yesterday that never was
In rough edges and scalloped paths
My course has been lonely
Yet still constantly hacked by your face
I picked the wrong one, the one not to
Scoring my pain yet another goal
Loosing my self to swollen eyes
Not to mention the irrational outburst
Oh, how I would love to ruin the normal
Laying thorns on the earth you lay
You wounded the world I once believed in
And broke down the walls I laboured to raise
Today not tomorrow, I struggle
Hopefully it ends here, or there maybe
In eight sections, you left none amendable
Still, I will always remember
The pain, the love, the now
I will remember…
Ruth Brodrick 2016
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PAUSE!!!
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Pause!
a word of definition
to freeze the thief called time
a moment of silence
the glory of absolution
Some days, a pause is everything
halting the dramatic present
the pain of cold greetings
dangling chaos of folly
numbing the words of the shrew
and the memories that rally all day
Pain is drifting
but happiness is freedom
on days were songs go mute
and thoughts lose a nut
just sit, close your eyes, and take a PAUSE!!!
Ruth Brodrick 2016
BLEEDING AWAY
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…that point where veins converge
a sudden panic with fleeting cries
emotions rumbling and rumbling
flushes of pain as the wounds deepen
flashes of regrets parading endlessly
making even deeper zones of hurt
scaling pictures that ought to be
stupidity is now an unconscious solace
winning the outburst that erupts…
In that moment
I realised, I had loved wrong
the unrecognisable sections of my heart
the lament of unfair encounters
the flames from lying words burnt
makes the whispers that was true
with just another broken heart
I bleed away…
RUTH BRODRICK 2016
THE ODDS OF BEAUTY
Being a pretty girl is a task
Watching the scumbers worship you
the wretched liars whisper on
the ones who make promises they
never intended to keep
oh, and the jealous sisters who spread rumors; one
even said her uncle’s uncle is my lover, and
my mother bethroted me twelve times!!!
The battle of beauty is the battle of no-one
the circle of vanity and Illustrations, and satisfaction
that’s all the world sees and believes
blinded to the truth, covered with masked conceptions
the ones you ought to love, you despise
they got all the love they need, you say!
they got nothing I tell you, only slanderous words
and killer eyes to crack the radiance of their youth
neglecting the wounds she hides to heal
If indeed the beautiful ones are not yet born
I fear for the war that awaits their thrown…
RUTH BRODRICK 2016
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