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1.5k · Apr 2021
Broken Parasol
Reuben F Apr 2021
There's the seer of frolicking clouds posed:
Suddenly, the sky's streams -
Made of melt that the sun creams,
They gloom her dull eyes with dreams
While the umbrella relinquishes closed.

There's the little gyre of a colour:
She'd made the choice of shade -
Brought, no silence, no parade
Or a lively barricade,
While she lived in natural poise, solar.
818 · Apr 2021
The Fantastic Person
Reuben F Apr 2021
Who's wearing sundays
Songs jejune peruses;
May her corsage roses
Dress the fine arrays!

And gathered 'round strays,
Each of them amuses
Their eyes with their noses
For depots off ways.

The fantastic plays
Out of them her bruises;
Songs fed by drunk proses
May enchant in rays!
726 · Aug 26
Your Mom's Baby
Reuben F Aug 26
I love you very much.
I see tears running down
Though your eyes shine
And it seems you're forgetful.

Luck pulled you out of a hat...
Destiny took you by the hand
And Life smiled upon you
As Time waited graciously.
636 · Mar 2021
Warbles in Dawns
Reuben F Mar 2021
As dressed in paltry kinds of satin
Maya ambles through the corridors,
Carressed in faulty rinds of pattern
By her handled wooden shutter doors:

She chants with song along the matins
From my shruberry here... as afore,
Enchants the throng among and battens
On my shuddery cheer, evermore!
618 · May 2022
All Aboard, A Fall
Reuben F May 2022
On a broad ladder
Has madded loveless
Of a love madder,
Of loved madness
As a mad lover,
Overboard matter.
604 · Jun 2021
Rocks, Pebbles, and Sand
Reuben F Jun 2021
Like the short-lived sunrise
My window refuses to show balloon,
I pass jarring time that pours
Looking at pictures in accompanied laughter...

Like a candytuft dies
My soul flourished a dancer in tune
To a touching sound that tours
Around an imaged and gaily passed chapter...
437 · Apr 2022
Funny Kind o' Hunting
Reuben F Apr 2022
And
Won't the doorman
Cease to see?
- The one is busy, counts to call!
And
Won't the dormant
Cease to be?
- The sun is dizzy, wants to fall!
And
Won't adornments
Cede to me?
- The pun is easy, mounts to bawl!
End.
- Wont the poor men...
Need do we?
The fun is fizzy, Hunts too small!
357 · May 2022
Book Spreads
Reuben F May 2022
Slow as a growl
Go some verses from a folio,
Like little frogs in dozens wake up on a lily pad,
And I'm singing them inside.

Cloaked is an owl,
Toads converse as roams an embryo
Like fiddle logs and cousins make up on a silly path,
And I'm singing on a ride.

Float does the vowel,
Go some verses from a folio
Like tittles fog in fuzzes flakes up on an ill leafed pad,
And I'm reading them with pride!

Slow as a growl
Go some verses from a folio,
Like little frogs and cousins make upon a lilly pad,
And I'm reading on a side.
324 · Nov 10
Hand Reaching Out
Reuben F Nov 10
Your hand slipped away from mine
So, so cold as autumn leaves
And that cold, cold morning wine
And the handguns of thieves.

Reaching out I saw you go
So, so still as naked trees
And that same old morning glow
And the nests that hold the bees.
Reuben F Jun 2020
There was time too few
For a childish smile,
Time too few, but a weary while.

The days passing flew
From one's hands futile,
They sure flew, but through a clogged mile.

Then the skies were blue
And the rain not vile,
Skies were blue, in an astir isle.
217 · Nov 13
Deathbed
Reuben F Nov 13
Bed is a vehicle
Without steer or veering wheel,
No two wings or a keel
Make a bed typical.

Coitus, Dream and Day
Inside a bottomless trunk,
You drive it when you’re drunk
Or any other way.

An eye-opener
And a commuting teacher,
Your bed's not in Future
Nor is it Past’s inner.

On a one-way road
And a carpeted sanctum,
Your bed holds you welcome
'Til your eyes become sewed.
187 · Aug 24
I Fell Onto An Arrow
Reuben F Aug 24
I fell into a burrow,
Became nameless like a seed
Becomes shameless out of need.

A well of lerking peril,
A name aimless like a ****
That roams aimlessly as creed.

I fell onto an arrow.
111 · May 2022
Growing Up
Reuben F May 2022
A "goodnight" is a good song.
A little fun's a big hug and a great friend,
A mood's brightly afoot gong,
A beetle drums, a wigged bug and her late band.
A hood tight is a foot long.
A riddled pun's a gig plug and a late trend,
A ****'s lighting the shoots wrong,
A needle runs, a zig dug and a fate's end.
Growth, Childhood
106 · Jun 2021
Onto The Winter
Reuben F Jun 2021
All clean toned papers, wouldn't yellow
In November.
Tall reams one tapers, a young fellow
I remember.

I remember
A ****** escritoire that i bought
In November,
To burgeon the memoirs that i sought.

That gelid night, old day that thus shone,
I remember.
That sullied sight, no way as once shown,
In November...

In November
I got better, onto the winter,
I remember,
I got better, onto the winter.

— The End —