"ruben" poems
Poema Code Switching
By Aylin Soto-Aleman, Mercedes Caballero, Jesus Martinez, Marta Silva, Alex Alejandre
16.4.15
El final de una etapa
The end,
The beginning of a new journey
un camino
A un mundo extranjero
Un deseo, un sueño
A dream
Haciendo mi propio path
un camino
rostros nuevos , new failures
historias nuevas , new experiences
a sequel to my story, con hojas rotas
y mojadas
INMIGRACION
La memoria es un salto
entre continentes
crossing invisible borders
swimming in the rios
corriendo debajo del sol
La memoria es los abuelitos
ancestors cooking arroz y frijoles,
flan, driving through for hamburgers,
popcorn, sipping on horchata
Basilica
No todo lo que brilla es oro
not all rainbows and butterflies,
Clarita y sus cien años
Ruben y sus Tacos del Camino Real
El rancho
Midnight movies
Quiero a quien me quiera
It’s been a long day, without you my friend
Mexicanos al grito de guerra
Oh, say can you see by the dawn’s early light
Tepechitlan, Jerecuaro, Guanajuato
Long Beach, Argentine, KCK,
Chihuahua,
A Distance Between Us
El puente, the bridge.
Three Little Pigs en casa, at home,
don't step out marranitos,
la llorona te va a llevar
Memory is a leap
between continents
Cruzando fronteras invisibles,
Nadando en los rivers
Running under the sun
Born in different places
Pero las mismas intenciones
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC
Coming from your humble and holy
houses each morning bringing blessings, your lively and
cheerful "Good Morning!" sounds - all the power and energy
that a good life brings. Living by the light God gives you
every day, eschewing electricity,
and all of the worst that it brings with it,
teaching your children and loving your wives
with gentleness and devotion.
Ruben, Glen David, Marlin... did I spell these right?
I only heard your beautiful, traditional names in your own, clear, grounded voices,
as we began to know each other, while you travelled back
and forth, from bright and early each day, onto our ailing roof.
Tearing into four layers of old, sickly roofing tiles with your
wonderful vim and vigour, a healing began that went deep,
deeper every day, as we absorbed the precious fortune
of having you in our midst. Your chosen, Amish lives inspired
us, and still do, as we still, quite often, hear the echoes
of your footsteps above us, each one a prayer and an affirmation
of lives well-lived.
One fine afternoon, one of you stood straddling the very top of our
steep old roof line, and that image of a man mastering his craft,
invested in a life that blesses everyone he cares for,
and teaches by example, everyone he meets,
will stay with me for all of my days.
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 7:11 AM UTC
After “lo fatal”
When I read you first I was living in Bergen.
Pretending at translation
and going up scree, clutching at conifers
in a painted flaxen sun.
I'd imagined you’d given up on being Modernista
to settle for a quaint shack—
for the hardness of the carved fjord.
Now if you were to arrive in the wild
where I have kept this place
strangely similar by the pine, blue herons,
Mount Ozzard over the dandelions,
how would you come walking down the road?
Would deer pause to smell your tracks
or the cedar cutter look up as he heard you pass,
or these coal-black snags
which guard the lot’s entrance
and haven't swayed in so long
groan?
Dichoso el árbol, que es apenas sensitivo.
Happy is the tree, you said. Scarcely sentient.
Ruben Dario: what is the tree
which rushes through this poem?
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 11:33 PM UTC
When you're alone
And life is making you moan,
I know what you can do.
Blow me.
When you've got worries,
And your speech get's all slurry
Seems to help, I know,
Blow me.
Every time you come around you're always causing trouble.
Why can't you be nice and friendly?
More like Betty Rubble.
Vicodin.
You think that it makes you feel good.
But it just ***** your brain up.
You've misunderstood.
So just BLOW ME!
Don't be afraid to just BLOW ME!
Even Ruben Kincaid says to BLOW ME!
It's the best use of your mouth.
blow me,
BLOW ME
Don't hang around
While scratching your ***** mound,
Unless you're willing to,
Blow me.
Maybe you know
Some other places to go to
But right now you can,
Blow me.
Every time you come around you're always causing trouble.
Why can't you be nice and friendly?
More like Betty Rubble.
Vicodin.
You think that it makes you feel good.
But it just ***** your brain up.
You've misunderstood.
So just BLOW ME!
Don't be afraid to just BLOW ME!
You and your PhD need to SHOW ME!
What you can do with your mouth.
blow me,(blow me),blow me,(blow me)
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 12:59 PM UTC
you were supposed to be everything,
more than anyone,
but all he is to us now,
is the nothing we feel as we breath,
like it's not a big deal to take in air,
like it's not a big deal to live,
for anything or for everything,
and if you don't have the love and support staring in his eyes,
failed experiment 625,
was made to be unsuccessful to start,
because no one thought to show him how to use his heart.
-Ruben failed experiment 625-
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 4:08 PM UTC
Gilgal Oasis
Green Sand
Of an Unseen Tribe
Water
en Circled Life
Lyons Gateway
Love's Meandering Rose
A Woman... ISher
White
A Lions White
Titanium Mystery
Unspoken Infinity
Dark Rose of
FAITH
Turning, Listening Smile
She Met My Gaze
Power Greeting Peace
Felt
All of It
Ruben
Red Coloring
For a Rose
Ex Libris
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 2:33 PM UTC
The day you left
I thought of you -
all afternoon -
and practicing handstands
I played in the woods
Put your teachings in practice
and smiled
but it was mostly so
that I wouldn't cry
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 1:16 PM UTC
The Choice
She was a lovely middle aged woman,
who mostly only shared her vanity with the mirror.
She is watching her weight
having the strange believe that a man does not like
women of Ruben like dimension
nevertheless through her modest education she as
able to meet people of economic status as she had
the ability of sit on the greenest twig.
But she must pay the prize of living away from here nearest
In a town that makes her feel perturbed.
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 5:06 AM UTC