Reuben’s Poetry Studio
Reuben’s poems are true expressions of his life experiences. He believes human experiences are like mirrors, though may not be completely the same, they are parallel. Thus, sharing these experiences help connect one another through shared life experiences. A symbol of hope; we are not alone.
My accidental love affair
Your love is a symptom of faux pas.
My grandma always says early to bed, early to rise
With you, it’s late to bed, rise, and shine
We don’t even cross at zebra marks anymore,
I go on and off the grid without shame
The shame of judgment next door
The fingers that point from afar
With you, it’s freedom
We run across streets without caution
like kids running home
smiling and laughing barefooted on the streets
Each moment with you is a heart leaping adventure
At least now I dress up with a purpose
wear a perfect cologne for summer
now I sing whiles bathing
the songs you wrote for me,
Despite the mountains in your life, the hidden sorrows
you pen and paint better to illustrate your love
You grow a lasting hopeful seed in my heart
A Seed merchants seek in the woods
Your love is A spontaneous irritation
One with a distorted metamorphosis but attractive
I hope to coin a name for it when I grow older
With you, I fear time
I fear Moments that expire in seconds
The Seconds that diminish in our eyes
Oh Yes! I do!
Just you and I living in a world of voices
The voices that want to toast and drink to our vows
The voices that lay the standards
The standards that become the invisible rules
written on the foreheads and fingers of our neighbors
Rules written by our shadows
But enforced by our conscience and traditions
Shaped and arranged by visible eyes of judges
Judges in every corner of our web
Only if we can say ‘yes I do,’ these eyes will shut in tears
While their teeth shine in laugher
with cheers from their throat
Cheering us on for three
YES, I DO!
DOES love qualifies us to say, ‘I do!’?
I wonder if we met those requirements
Even if we did, would it be up to their standards?
Can I ask why you said yes at all?
Was it just the love?
Is love alone enough?
WHY did I say yes?
for my mother? My friends? for Society?
I don’t even know! Does it even matter to anyone?
We made everyone toast and drink to our vows
We gave them a voice to our union
Voices of shadows that lay the standards
And we met their standards, but not our standards!
The standards that became invisible rules, written on the foreheads and fingers of our families.
Who cares if we only loved our child?
Who cares if we eat from different plates at night?
hold hands, wave, and smile as we walk on the streets
After all, we met their standards
The same standard that became rules
Rules of the soothsayer that sees our hearts
Elements that meet their caliber, not mine or yours
After all, it’s “yes I do!”
And yes! It made us toast, cheer, and grind
Yes! I said yes to you, to please and appease you.
So, keep on with your cheers at the altar
And Continue with your giggling in the bars at night
next season, the tradition continues,
AS others toast and say three!
‘YES! I Do!’
You Evil Hope!
I was just married to myself with no hope to life
So why would you want to torture me this way?
Love is a myth, at least that’s what I know; see it
So why would you want to punish me this selflessly?
I was never ready
I never welcomed you
you evil hope
You came here all crowned in my favorite colors
Flawless palm, contagious smile
Came all sweet in melodies
And disappeared into the ocean
galloper of hope, deep in romance, precious in thoughts
you fed me timely and showed me perfection
I am unable to avoid those allergic fruits you feed me
They are just too sweet and tempting
But how could you know everything
Who are you?
You evil hope!
You can’t even stay one more day?
I was married to myself.
Thinking love was a myth, now here I am in your face!
Cuddled in your mesh
I hate you! You evil-doer!
Please leave me!
I was not ready for this fictional experience
You killed my old soul and fed it a new life
You escaped when it was all ripe and new
You came from nowhere just to make me this sweet and disappear, you coward!
I was sleeping all alone, in my slumber, waiting for no one!
Sorry to call you evil; I just had so much hope!
I want more
Forgive my words
You are no coward!
Let me in
Wait till sunset
I am the evil hope
crown me once more!
Make me your slave!
You hate my complexion
, yet you wear my skin
My birth name disgusts you
, but my birthplace attracts you!
Yes! The diamond, the gold, oil, copper, even the unknown
I am melanin made, sufficient to share.
I mix and mark any color.
That’s the color you hate! Right? Kudos!
The disrespect, the dishonor, the abuse, the insults, fouls, even the offsides!
Once upon a time, we were traded,
bought, and sold like fish from the fishermen.
Born and bred in rich sunlight from the sun.
Then named by the warrior I never met but heard of
As you point your fingers at what you hate
mind the rain that falls on the poor and the rich
The sun that shines on the tall and the short
The air that the smart and the fool breathes
Thank you for your actions and not your words
Today may be your year of harvest but mind you
the baby that started on four legs, then migrated to two, may walk on three.
the sun that shines on your farmland shines on my roof
the moon and the stars that light up above my house
guided the wise men
Remember, some seasons round up the year,
Your attitude is what you feed me, not your words.
I am only an icon
A representation of kings and queens
Once again! I want to say, Kudos!
The Vivid Details
Honest? Maybe you should not be. Telling the truth comes at a cost and so does deceit. But our bet when we are honest is to receive goodness, and yet sourness is the reward. So, if that is your yesterday then I am guided about my tomorrow.
Smile, that’s how we greet each other. But that’s just an act. We may toast to the break of day and say cheers to the sight of dusk, but we look upon our handshakes with livid eyes of detest.
Favor! So, it is spelt but suggests debt. A debt one must surely pay back. Of course, there is no free lunch. No matter the time, 12 midnight or noon, the debt must be paid.
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