Ruth Gordon

Ruth Gordon Poems

His words cut through the war in my head
Telling me, I’d be loved, to go back to bed

I should have told him then
...

He walked with calm and grace
Into the burning blaze
He was a liar
When talking about the fire
...

I had wanted to run
I wanted to play
Just to have fun
Would make my day
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Register your belief with us
We are sure to make a fuss
We don’t care what you want to believe
We will tell you what to perceive
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i hope one day that the 21st century
wont be remembered for insanity
that all the wars and desecration
wont be part of horror creation
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Paralysed from the neck down
Never be able to go back to town
We are forced to breathe
Hooked up to some hideous machine
...

We danced along with chance
And then we made another stance
Lie down or stand up
Lie down and fess up
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He leaned over to her chair,
Creating disturbances in the air
He whispered
She giggled.
...

Voices whisper in her ear
Of how everything was not near
Hours passed but still she sat
Till her pride caved in and she wept
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I saw a reflection in the glass
A dead girl crying, her I pass
I thought she looked familiar
Perhaps even similar
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A cold shiver runs down my spine
Even though today is fine
No wind is blowing
Yet my hair is flowing
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The ground moves beneath my feet
As I pad down another street
None have known where I have gone
They observe my figure lone
...

Then one day she said:
'I had best go to bed, '

He had let her walk by
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The Best Poem Of Ruth Gordon

I Should Have Told Him

His words cut through the war in my head
Telling me, I’d be loved, to go back to bed

I should have told him then
I should have told him then

You can only be saved once, he whispered
I let him decide and he lingered

I should have told him then
I should have told him then

All my hopes were broken
But he healed them with words he’d spoken

I should have told him:
That I wasn’t about to fade
Because you had already had me saved

I should have told him:
You are still here though,
I am waiting for the final blow

I should have told him:
That now I sit and wait
Hoping not to speed up fate

I should have told him:
I must thank you for being there
for reminding me of breathing air

I should have told him:
I wonder if you know
That I love you so

I should have told him:
You will always be at least my friend
Whom I pray for, and my love I send

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But now it is too late for that,
For not even his pretty cat,
Can see the man that we adore,
As he is not the same anymore.

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The kiss. There are all sorts of kisses, lad, from the sticky confection to the kiss of death. Of them all, the kiss of an actress is the most unnerving. How can we tell if she means it or if she's just practicing?

Nothing dates one so dreadfully as to think someplace is uptown.... At our age one must be watchful of these conversational gray hairs.

To get it right, be born with luck or else make it. Never give up. Get the knack of getting people to help you and also pitch in yourself. A little money helps, but what really gets it right is to never—I repeat—never under any conditions face the facts.

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