LIMITS OF LIVING

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Stretched
the turns that break the soul
releasing bands of uncured anger
stroking the feelings that are chained

Broken
under the heart is a fragile belt
the zone of no wall
that’s where it hurts the most

Scarred
somewhere within us
a fibrous velvety line that renames fate
opposing any law to be debated

Memory
a movie that wears haunt
passing judgemental rhythm
tormenting, yet provoking a new start…

ruthspoetry 2017

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MUSIC IN MY HEAD

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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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A NEW START

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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

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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

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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

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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 mouth with wrinkled edges
and a book of old country tales
it makes a happy ending

Ruthspoetry 2016

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TO THE ONE I ONCE LOVED

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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

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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

Guess What My Obsessions Are?..

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I have three strong obsessions;

One of them binds me strongly to him
it drags me to this world I can’t rule
and bites my ego to dust

The other mocks my girly pose
it draws me closer to being a shrew;
an insensitive parade of filters

Ah! The last one is a sister to vanity
it takes me to an ecstatic calling
and roots me down to a bed of regrets

…take a long breath and guess, what are my obsessions?

-Ruthspoetry 2016

Old Soldier

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We began warring long
before your birth
Fighting the wars
that made you live
Saving lives
with phlegm
Creating a world
of peaceful living
To ends that matter
and souls lost
Our memories lay golden
as our scars forever cries
We are old soldiers
yet the youngest in justice…

©2016. Ruth Brodrick

A SHADE OF THOUGHTS

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She said;

in cold and windy warmth
I lay and mute time
on the beach, on my back
counting the stars
naming them after destiny
the ideology of peace prevails
as the water and sand mate
beneath the locks of my skin
to birth the soul with moist
sprouting the growth of a new mind
relieving the fever that burns within
the solace I seek is in stages
to heal, then to love

I said;

the solace we seek is within
to love ourselves till we heal
acknowledging our emotions
amending the vanity of shielded paths.
For me, life is a constant war
that we will always win
what matters is the timing…

©2016. Ruth Brodrick

A SOMBER CALL

Solitude

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Never so far,
not so close.
The bonds of peace growing,
blooming in even gravity
to slim the fatted ego
of sadness,
and crack the emotions that lay stern.

The frank acceptance
of Ole pages,
stays within checkmating the tiff.
Weakness lied,
it spoke the words that didn’t exist,
and coated the red scar that healed,
blinded by selfish anticipations
and a solitude of amplified gore.

The cloud never released a tear
to support the complains
wrapped in the vexed truth,
or to war the angered lovebirds
and tear apart the lasted pain.
Goodbye; the word that could not be spelt,
yet the soul denied the fuss
and bathed itself with music.
Of all the love given;
this remains the old story…

©2016. Ruth Brodrick

MIND IN WORDS

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Sooner than the summer
just two oldies away
I’d be a bird, free and blue
soaring in new champagne looks
dancing to tunes of redeeming rhymes
becoming a flip away from destiny
with an anchored grasp on faith
my ambition remains my loyalty
soaking my dreams in all of its moist
bubbling to ease the wrinkles that age
the sun: my greatest alibi
the moon: the challenge I face
the twinkled shapes bid me uprise
to vain the ache of fate
and mount the pride of self
till then, one breath is all it takes…

©2016. Ruth Brodrick

WITHOUT HELP…

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It takes a lot of courage to say goodbye you know,
ending a 24-years marriage abruptly, what’s more difficult?
especially when one partner is still in love! but has to let go
for me, it was a bondage I never saw until now
always ready to take the blame to let you win
waxing my soul cold so yours can blossom
taking the slaps and beats like i learnt some karate, psst!
I never imagined a world like this with you
I prayed for help to come, it never did
but what happened to the sweetness of your soul?
you used to call me darling like the word never sounded so good
always out for my happiness, my smiles, this is sad!
I know you still have some good left in you
was it because I cut my hair? Or because I started going to church?
oh!, because I couldn’t give us a baby boy? What was my wrong?
I’ve been sad ever since that night, the first fight
I knew a demon possessed you, the way you hit me,
the words you said, but it was only the beginning.

I do not wish you well, how could I, but I pray you find Christ soon
or hell will be throwing the hottest party for you.
Your mum called, she said she tried to talk to you
but you were nothing close to being remorseful
it is well with you, by the time you get this letter
I’d be gone, forever! You’re my biggest mistake.
Goodbye my husband, I see the angels waiting for me
the stab only brought me faster to happiness.
Remember always, Jesus loves you and you need his help…

SAY NO TO DOMESTIC VIOLENCE…

©2016. Ruth Brodrick

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THE LOST PRICE

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She calls on faith
believing in words he muttered
accepting a crown in despair
locking away her freedom forever.
The lies she believed was black
staining the good soul
cursing her desires to grey
chattering walls with agony.
The peace she seeks is biased
her prayers eluded her purpose
revealing burnt darts of chaos
she loved for no glory
yet the price of love slapped her
aging her soul and body
keeping her as the idol
of a lost love tale

©2016. Ruth Brodrick

…FRIENDSHIP

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Sparkles and shimmer
twinkle of old stars
true friendship is golden
no hurt, no pain

… but our world has lost transparency
friendship is bought and taught
the real meaning; lost in pretence
bitterness tells more tales
soaking cruelty into deep scars
paralysing the circle of connection
“backstabs” and “frontstabs”
tearing emotions into dirty little pieces
still in this little enigma of hatred
there are souls with true colours
shinning positivity and hope.

Through galloping and meandering paths
a true friend stitches the bitter linens
and makes sweet old sour hearts

©2016. Ruth Brodrick