by Ruth Rayment | Jun 10, 2017 | Poetry
I am learning the road to perfection Is along distance And some may say out of reach But I am learning that there is no harm In the human form trying to achieve perfection For in life we are but only A walk away from destruction or an empire An over whelming desire to...
by Ruth Rayment | Jun 10, 2017 | Poetry
Hope knows no fear It does not prey on the weak Nor does it depend on the breaking down of goodwill Hope rises with the belief That life is a precious gift beyond meaning Hope does not depend or wait on weakness Hope depends on the soul to tackle the inner demons one...
by Ruth Rayment | Jul 28, 2014 | Poetry
MS …. You say is this what it is Explains a lot, why my limbs go weak and heavy as can be The nausea, and sickness that come with very little warning And prompt me to go down on my knees …. My new best friend the toilet My companion and needed by far … but if all else...
by Ruth Rayment | Mar 19, 2012 | Poetry
It is not that I do not possess any … Or that I fear I do, It is what happens when the confidence Becomes ‘I know what to do’ When the mind plays tricks And tells you You know exately what to do But the response Is not the same Not for you...
by Ruth Rayment | Mar 19, 2012 | Poetry
Working your way through The temple of doom Allow the light of day to preside Through blazing heat Or bitter cold There is a tender Heart to uphold Working your Way through The trecious sight Behold I own the heart tonight Let not the clouds fool you Of the mystic...
