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Ruby Honeytip Poem
She is draped over a chair,
Artfully fashioned
Like a fine piece
Of silk.
He imagines that her softness
Would sweetly mould into
His hands
Like ripe fruit.
She stays still and silent,
Letting him consume her
With his hungry eyes.
He drinks her in,
The fullness of her breast,
The gentle curve of her hip
And the honeyed tones of her
Naked skin.
Her natural beauty
Has him mesmerised....
Lips apart,
Heart pounding,
Motionless.
He feels the heat of creation rise in him
And with power and purpose,
His eyes break contact as
He touches
His brush
To the canvas.
© 2012
Ruby Honeytip
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He caught me one night,
As I shivered with cold,
His words drew me forward,
As hearts stories were told.
Stories of love,
Of passions so pure,
Of lifes deep regrets,
Yet...his good humour endured.
Here was a man,
Complete and unending,
A man with deep talents,
A man worth befriending.
Now what he pulls forward,
With his poetic display,
Is the opening flowers,
In loves sweet bouquet.
A beautiful saviour,
Warm arms outspread,
My hearbeat grows stronger,
For my gift of Red.
A tribute to Red O'Mara
© 2013
Ruby Honeytip
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The day he moved in he started
packing all of her away.
She barely even noticed her
personal truth decay.
Her mirror reflected shadowed eyes,
echoed her quiet dismay.
Without a breath in her defense she
was a captured castaway.
She barely even noticed her
personal truth decay.
Naively she didn't stand as he kept
her friends at bay.
Without a breath in her defense she
was a captured castaway.
The home that she had filled with
dreams disappeared when she
disobeyed.
Naively she didn't stand as he kept
her friends at bay.
Her mirror reflected shadowed eyes,
echoed her quiet dismay.
The home that she had filled with
dreams disappeared when she
disobeyed.
The day he moved in he started
packing all of her away.
Ruby Honeytip
© 2013
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I watch from my bed as the wind howls,
Twisting the trees into unnatural shapes.
Too much water falls from the sky,
And cascades over swollen gutters,
To surround my house,
In a waterfall veil.
The wind howls and screams,
As it forces it's way,
Through tiny spaces in my window panes.
Mayhem is outside my window.
And I am warm and safe
Thinking of you
With a smile on my face.
Nothing can take away
That I am loved by this man
With his song in my heart
He pulls me in tighter
As if to protect me with his words
And I am as filled with calm
As tomorrows sky.
I am in love.
© 2013
Ruby Honeytip
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I see you
3 steps away,
I could bridge the gap
In an instant.
And then what?
Would I gently kiss you?
Would my tongue trace your lips
Creating tactile memories of your warmth, of your taste and the wet sweet abandon of our passion......
Would I gently place my hands
On your face
And explain my love
With nothing but the mirror of you in my eyes?
Would I place your hand on my breast
And let my pounding heart speak the words to your fingers...
I love you
I love you
I love you
You would know
Without question
Through my touch
That you have me
Sacred, spinning, free,
Please....Make me your love
Press your soul to me
And I shall return in kind.
You are so beautiful to me.
2013 ©
Ruby Honeytip
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Sillhouetted branches,
At the top of tall trees,
Stretch to kiss the last of the light.
A full moon ascends,
Casts out femine hands,
As she smilingly heralds the night.
He pulls me toward him,
Like the moon and the tide,
I move close and he holds me tight.
I feel him flow under my hands,
Heat emanates out,
My desirous flames ignite.
He kisses my cheek,
Gentle friendly ease,
Another pang from love no requite.
Dammit! If I just turned an inch,
And kissed his lips,
Would he think me impolite?
Or would he suddenly realise,
I hold true loves kiss,
And let his hidden passion take flight?
What does all of this matter,
If only one of us knows,
And I will never take the first bite?
Just let it fall.
© 2013
Ruby Honeytip
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I might not be beautiful,
But I could intoxicate you,
Melt through you like an aged Scotch Whiskey.
I could make you dizzy with how you make me feel.
That kind of happy can be tranferred from my eyes,
Straight to your heart.
I could disorient you with my kiss,
It would feel like flying!
The take off of lips first connecting,
Then deeper familiarity lifts us higher.
We would open our eyes and register surprise,
That our feet are still on the ground.
I don't need a perfect body to get you thirsty to drink me in,
You would savour my softness....my fullness,
I could make you drunk on me.
Just give me your lips.
© 2012
Ruby Honeytip
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Little lad and big dog,
Big dog and little lad,
A childhood shared in friendship,
A boy and his yellow lab.
The beginning passed through worried eyes,
As adults watched the transition,
But sometimes, fun was this new journey,
For the boy with imagined visions.
One day they would be explorers,
Making their way down sunlit canyons,
The next they would be Spacemen,
Still in space, each others' companion.
A warm heart, a steady step,
Confidence built each day,
Small dangers were averted,
And always disguised as play.
This dog had intuition
The boys Parents saw clean and true,
No need to fret with this well trained pet,
They had seen what this Lab could do.
The boy was never lonely,
With his saviour by his side,
To him it hardly mattered now,
The day that he turned blind.
Good dog :-)
© July 2013
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We've been entwined for hours,
Wrapped together in careless sheets..
You look deep into my eyes and smile
"What's your favourite colour?"
"Red" I answer your smile.
You kiss my nose..
And I feel so grateful.
After such confusion, loss, remorse and loneliness,
I think there's a chance
That I have possibly,
Maybe,
Fallen in happy with your.....
Everything.
© 2013
Ruby Honeytip
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'Hey, over here! '
Said the road less followed
'Here is the antidote,
For the lies you have swallowed.
It's not your fault,
Your instincts were diluted,
You were thinking from the Mainstream,
Which is deeply polluted.
The lies in this stream,
Will not keep you afloat,
Heavy untruths have been jammed
Down your throat.
Banksters, Media Hounds, Pharmaceutical lice
All swimming in lies
Screaming 'take my advice'
Backpaddle and see it,
For all that it's not,
This poison will blind you,
Free thoughts left to rot.
Turn off your tv,
Pull out the plug,
Stop reading the news,
Stop taking their drugs.
Pick up your book,
And rest your back on a tree
The world wide webs in nature
Will return you to simplicity'
A smart little cookie
Was this road travelled not,
A timely reminder
Of what logic forgot.
Ruby Honeytip
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