Biography of Ruby Honeytip
I speak powerful feelings in my poems.
We come into this world all alone and we are lucky if we leave with someone holding our hand.
The pull to writing the way I do, I suspect, is inspired by my belief in love. They are not all autobiographical.....but some are.....I'm not saying which is which. Some of these poems are delightfully, unapologetically chock full of cliche, some are sensuous, some are from the middle of my heart. I find there are certain comforts in commonly used sentiments, but I use them for my own effect.
Some of my work is racey. 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 Woman Of Substance
Woman of Substance. She is not flesh and bones Of insignificance. She is intelligent substance,
You hurt me, Scared me, Bruised me, Tried to extinguish me
The Mainstream Is Polluted
'Hey, over here! ' Said the road less followed 'Here is the antidote, For the lies you have swallowed.
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 think I realised long ago, There are no 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.
It's him! She picks up. The deep timbre Of his voice
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!
He has an innate kindness That has sown A seed of togetherness Into the middle
And What's It Gonna Be Boy?
You sprinkle yourself inside me With every comment, With every intercourse of feeling With every giggle you pull from me.
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.