Ruben O remarked that limericks are usually witty
However he still enjoyed my serious ditty
Rules are to be broken
That's my slogan
The freedom I feel allows for both silly or pretty
© Jack Ellison 2016
Ruben, The Teaser
I knew it was her when she entered the cafe
had seen her before in a fake painting behind
a bar in downtown New York this Rubenesque
a woman only this time she wore a short frock.
those thighs could so easily strangulate man,
and through her dress her nipples were big and
visible. She had a glow in her face of a woman
who had just made love or was going to
Forty years too old, a sigh and I concentrated on
the schnitzel I was eating with salad and no spuds.
REMEMBER RUBEN
Sons of peasants
Insolent and craving
For Grandeur, nay for
Moneys
Trampling to death,
Proud, oh! Too proud
To see death beside
Just waiting the
Hour.
Sons of
Officers and officials
Pale, empty, worldly
Certificates at shaky hand
Oubliettes, wine and whores
They prefer to our flags
And behind they lag, rank
Commandoes
Devouring and
Devoured
Forgetting the killing
Diseases
Aids!
Senegalese riflemen
Chadians of early sacrifices
Heroes of the resistance
Past warriors
Who for freedom died
Here or there
Remember Ruben,
Ouandié Ernest
Manga Bell
Martin Paul Samba
Félix Roland Moumié
Njoya
Ahidjo
Who said that these
Were not brave?
Let new heroes emerge
From the North
In Fotokol
And Kolofata
Let heroes come home
Singing our national anthem
O thou land of our fathers!
I am better off without you, in my life
your inconsiderate and act like a *****
I only put up with it, because I want that
get right, you know beat it up a bit.
But all I ever hear you say is,
I'm tired maybe next time
I understand you have a girlfriend, but why
doesn't it count when I go dumb on your dick
swallow every time and never spittin it!
I always dome you so why can't you dig it out.
I thought thats reason we met in the first place
and what this relationship was about?.
Give me my desire or your about to be fired
were not making love just taking care of biz
your herz and im hiz, nothin ever changing it.
It's not rocket science... just a little **** between friends
its not that complicated.
If your not in to me then just say it, I can take it
and never speak my name again...
ruben!
Said you'd make it through,
But you didn't stand a chance:
Now his name is ex.
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For My friend Ruben
To Ruben:
I'm new here and you don't know me.
I'm still learning where things are at...
You make me laugh! You're so funny!
I just wanted you to know that.
Do you like horses? Ride? I do.
I ride after school. Want to come?
If you don't know how, I'll teach you.
I have my own...they're lots of fun!
Don't worry if there's call for rain,
We can ride them down by the sea.
You want to go ? The bell just rang!
Please answer this before you leave.
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YES NO
©deborah burch
4/04/2012
Shredded corn beef on a cheesy bed
Sour kraut soaks soggy rye bread
By Robb A. Kopp
On an cool Autumn night,
Eerie and full of dread.
...not fear...but locks.
Darkness is embraced by light,
Peace stirs in the midnight wind,
...not a calm...but a gesture of his hand.
Simple and sweet...a mystery hides
Behind the pleasant mood.
...not a state of mind...but the smile on his face.
With a skull peering over his shoulder,
Silent growls begin to grrr.
...not growls of a wolf...but his hunger of sweets.
The mood begins to fade,
As a black bird paused in flight,
...not in the air...but on his shirt.
Sets the tone for the night,
As he dresses up for Halloween,
...he’s not Bob Marley...he’s Rasta Ruben.
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