Love, I ache to hear your voice, sit spell bound in your presence. Be cradled by your embrace, comforted by your arms, Treasured, I await your coming. Will not turn you away, let you down. From that moment on, our song, will be heard not as rock and roll But as the anthem of all lovers. Desired, found though buried in the ashes. I want you to stay and shine.
Poet’s Note Every human has a need to be loved and wanted in a the way we believe love to be. These are the words spoken to me by the love I lost or never knew.
A Registered nurse, wife, mother, poetic writer and United Way volunteer.Born in Belize, migrated to New York at age eighteen. After studying nursing, worked as an emergency room until starting a family.Having both natural and chosen children, it was the emotional struggles of the chosen ones that gave birth to many of her poems.Ruthieg believes that when all is forgotten or ignored, expressive words linger or get heard. That it is important for the hurt and wounded to have a voice, for that purpose, many of my poems were written.
Well you’re one hopeless romantic Almost a border line lovesick fanatic But I wouldn’t change you not if I could I love your wet and sappy kisses And the way you hold me so tight I think I’m gonna pass
Through the narrow curves, of street, my mind, walked along the evening breeze; I reached Over the banks of a near-by lake, where I Used to sit in my college-days; with sweet Memories of girls, I loved, I remembered, Sitting
And that did it. Many voices in a mayhem lost the face of lightening. The starlight woke in rain untainted by dust of beds encased in wilful folds. The tremors will not stop the knocking of speech, after an intimate