LET THEM TALK

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Judge not!
The good book says
Yet we are so quick to crucify
Why do we bury our noses in distances?
Looking for a “good” day to hunt
Stretching the fibers of life
Hurting those who wallow in pain
Building little niches of gossip
Forming circles of unrepentant souls

If we decided to go against the normal
Do what we feel is the best for us
And in no way does it hurt anyone
How does it concern their batting lips?
But no, it seems our business is theirs
Or is it that our worlds are sisters?
More that often, our lives 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

Refuse to be affected by their talks
Or meddle with their fallacious stings
Be affected by your happiness
That way, we careless and be more of us

Ruthspoetry 2017

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

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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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

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

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

VOICES WITH NO FADE

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We want to live in…

A world where
love is supreme and
hate is a big disgust

A world where family
is not blood bound but
world bound

A world where race is
only but a colour, and
not a factor

A world where presidents
are selfless and point on
making countries rise

A world where corruption is
only a mirage and not an entity

A world where our legacy is
bent on loving, caring, sharing,
appreciating the ones who have no
other family than you and me

A world where one love is the
only word we speak, and the
only music we dance to

Let’s stop the fights, the killings,
the hate, the racism, we only
mock our existence and embrace
our extinction.

©2016. Ruth Brodrick

QUOTE DAY 1: HEALTH VS LIBERTY

Good health forever remains man’s most desired state, and liberty, man’s most treasured triumph. But can one be in good health when in captivity?

Here’s a quote to bring these two together:

 

“Liberty is to the collective body, what health is to every individual body. Without health no pleasure can be tasted by man; without liberty, no happiness can be enjoyed by society.”

— Henry St. John

 

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In my poetry:

Liberty and good health
Both of ancient origin
Trapping innocence
Making worlds anew
If caught in between
Which would you choose?
They remain inseparable
For liberty is good health…

Thank you dear PHOEBE for nominating me for this quote challenge, you can visit her here(http://phoebemd.com).

I’m making this challenge open to everyone, share 3 of your favorite quotes on 3 consecutive days. Let us feed from your quotes.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

©2016. Ruth Brodrick