When I met him, he was hungry and homeless.
Rumor had it that he once played basketball
for the infamous Harlem Globe Trotters.
Three traits that I observed in him would
have proven great for any area of endeavor.
Reuben was bold, persistent, and congenial.
His BOLDNESS did not render him arrogant or rude.
Although our first encounter was eye opening
when he suggested his own breakfast menu,
I found it to be nonthreatening but humorous.
When he continued to drop in for a meal day
after day, his PERSISTANCE was dully noted,
making it difficult for him to go unnoticed.
In spite of his size, looks, and offensive odor,
Reuben was a very CONGENIAL person. He never
resisted or hesitated to conform and comply with
whatever was required of him. He always quietly
agreed, not because he was desirous of a meal,
but because he was simply a very genuine person.
I once knew a man who was tall and skinny.
I was 35 at the time with a small family.
If he had a family of his own. I knew not any.
His means was menial and his needs were many.
For this man, we did the best we could.
He knew what we believed in and where we stood.
He was homeless and hungry in our neighborhood.
We showed him God's love and gave him food.
He was gentle, kind, and never rude.
We first met in the winter of 1984 in San Francisco, and Reuben was his name.
We took him to a Golden State Warriors basketball game.
He also sat at our dinner table on Christ m as Day.
We felt privileged to meet him and help him through his pain.
Moreover, because of Reuben
My life was never the same.
The race of earth is for men.
Not everyone runs it with pen.
The grace of God is for all,
Without it no one shall stand but fall.
Give unto him an eagle's eye,
That can stand to face the sun.
Give him the one that see from the sky,
Into the depth of the sea like none.
Nothing travels faster than bullet;
In its own speed of light,
May be the skyrocket of an autopilot:
In its just bailing flight.
No one lay tiles so plumb
And strong like this young TILLER.
Through it, he rarely crumb
So far You are the Pillar.
Make his days long delayed...
Grow him peace of mind in grey.
Let not successful days be betrayed
And forgive all hustles leading grace astray.
Happy birthday young lord!
I pray favour never depart from you.
May you not be ignored
In trials designing artful blue.
Enjoy your day like no other.
This is the day of the year;
Spend the moments without bother,
August 12 is always for cheers.
Cuban and Reuben
If you will really like a great Ruben
I am sure you also will like a Cuban
Like Obama when in Havana did land
Whole island had beaches full of sand.
Sky was cloudy and it started to rain
From tops of umbrellas started to drain
Even though weather was dull and dreary
President and family were bright and cheery.
Will stay two days and see a baseball game
And a picture of it will save in a frame
Another day in life of a polite President;
Was always this way wherever he went.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
From the streets of San Francisco in 1984
There came a stranger knocking on our door
He was known by all in the neighborhood
His name was Reuben, and he wanted food
Reuben kept coming by, day after day
He was always hungry with not much to say
He was dirty, smelly, and tough to be around
He was tall, thin, and could use a few pounds
The Christmas Season was fast approaching
Everybody got busy shopping and rushing
Reuben spent his Christmas alone and cold
We decided this year to play a special role
On Christmas Day, Reuben sat with our family
We all ate and shared our gifts most happily
Written112406. Entry:120221, A Christmas Gift Memory,
BJ Legros. 2P
REUBEN
With whips dancing round her flesh
An arrow of tears and fears
Dropping from her heart
She must be strong for him
She must be strong fro Reuben
It is sunset in Ethiopia
The initiation swells
Echoes of whips and whispers swell
Pattering feet in apathy
As the whips stood straight in the sky
Boobs and boobs tiptoeing
Cowed men smiling
Courage women moaning
She stood in the cascading pool whips
Her blood ooze like river
A blood of sweat
A swat of courage
But she must be strong for Reuben
Stranding before herds of cows
As the cloud moans
An arrow of fear smile at him
Looking at her face,
A gallon of death beckons on him
He strike his chest
Stamped his feet
He must be strong for her too
As he ran through the cows’ back
The cloud riots
Thunder roars
He slumped
My name is Reuben.
Awoh Kingsley Awoh
Daughter disconnected from her father.
It took years for you two to reconnect.
I had only one chance to talk to you.
The cancer took you, before we could meet.
;p
I
Love
Reuben
Sandwiches
Grill toast with corn beef
Thousand island dressing to please
Grill delicious on rye or pumpernickle tastes right.
Hot melted cheese of Swiss makes you say delicious.
Sauerkraut in the mouth makes you wish
for coleslaw and this
handy spork.
With love,
Your
Dork
d;
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~dedicated to my friend, can you guess who? would dare me to turn a 'fibo' up a knotchie?
lol!! That was fun. Thanks Ruben ;)
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