Biography of Ruby Honeytip
I speak my feelings in my little poems and hardly anywhere else.
We come into this world all alone and we are lucky if we leave with someone holding our hand.
My poems are inspired by my life and the lives of others....they are not all autobiographical.....but some are.....I'm not saying which is which.....sorry Red: -)
All my poems are delightfully chock full of cliche. I find there are certain comforts in much used sentiments. For entertainments cause, the trite and predictable can be very popular and enjoyed, luckily for that or the 'Twilight' lady would be a pauper!
Some of my work is a little...erm.....racy. If sexiness offends you...or if you are quite young or religious.....you may want to bypass my poems. Thank you for popping by x
Ruby Honeytip's Works:
Ruby Honeytip Poems
A Booby Trap!
She is not flesh and bones Of insignificance. She is intelligent substance, And decency of character.
The Mainstream Is Polluted
'Hey, over here! ' Said the road less followed 'Here is the antidote, For the lies you have swallowed.
You hurt me, Scared me, Bruised me, Tried to extinguish me
A Date Night
She looks beautiful for their movie date Flushed, she is running a little late. Excited to see his beautiful face, She sees him there and they embrace.
I Might Not Be Beautiful,
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.
My feet are pointing high in the air, I'm blinded by a veil of hair. My body is shaking, a teardropp appears... Is it too late to let me out of here!
I realized long ago, There are no huge plans for me There will be no fanfare as I pass through My meat pie destiny.
A Sexy Samba
Sweat trickles down my bare back. It tickles as it wetly trails To the base of my spine. My hips sway,
The wind blowing through your hair, Hits my face from the same direction. I brush the hair out of my eyes So I can keep them on you.
I have no problem understanding The concept of being numberless to you, You can forget me, But I'm still around.
He has an innate kindness That has sown A seed of togetherness Into the middle
Listen Dear, you caught me, In a compromising pose. I thought you'd be gone for longer When a needy thought arose.
Leave It Behind
I will not let define me, what happens behind me, I am tied up with important stuff. If my tushie is fair, only takes up one chair, If it fits in clothes, that is enough!
It's him! She picks up. The deep timbre Of his voice
My Life In Flames
The uninvited fire of truth.
How long can I conceal this?
I can't go back to the cold life I knew
There, I didn't know I could feel this.
I evolve in this intimate healing,
The ‘burning wheel' is all my own.
I fear his soul is my only true mirror,
And it reflects me burning alone.