The Book of Days…part l

The Book of Days…part l

The Book of Days

 

The dawn’s early light can be pleasure enough for the whole day.

There are words enough to tell the story of “the temptation of day to come.”

It is my delight to write some of them for your delectation.

 

 

Scant

 

A low montane bank

   that has nowhere to go,

the weight of sky above it,

unyielding earth below.

 

It does not block the sun,

nor beckon for the day,

it is a vestige, aye,

and soon to go away.

 

December 3, 2024

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: Forced Founders

by Woody Holton

The so-called “Founding Fathers”

weren’t the only ones

who helped to shape our independence…

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As with another eye: Poems of exactitude with 55 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

 

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Hand me that hammer…my poem

Hand me that hammer…my poem

Too many gulfs…

 

 

Hand me that hammer

 

This lightening sky pulls my eye

   upward from newly darkening earth.

Our troubled plain

   has no points of light just now.

We face fears, terrors, hates, imprecations,

   repudiations, exclusions…

Too many gulfs appearing,

   too few bridges imagined

     in the grim thoughts of too many.

 

I will build one bridge today,

   I welcome this lightening sky

      to ease my work.

 

November 9, 2016

I work on building a bridge every day.

I try to do a good thing every day.

That’s good for me and for America.

It helps to keep me sane.

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: All The President’s Men

The men and women

    who crave power…

by Carl Bernstein and Bob Woodward

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As with another eye: Poems of exactitude with 55 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

 

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treadmill thoughts…“and old sneakers,” my poem

treadmill thoughts…“and old sneakers,” my poem

again is anew…

 

 

…and old sneakers

 

We move, we huff,

we quiver, we chant,

thoughts galore will tumble

   as the hot routine deepens,

 

the workout is good,

no doubt,

we mime the young

   as we get old,

we walk the track,

the countless reps,

the 1-2-3, the look-and-see,

the bobbled step,

the front and back,

the in-and-out…

 

This cheerless time,

this silent gym,

this jumbled gear,

the shadowed clock…

look the same as yesterday,

but…

 

I conjure me,

a brand new thought,

a slower step,

I see a different future,

the silence is a private tune,

 

I whisper behind my eyes

   that more is more,

again is anew,

the moving is progress,

it is long moments in my life.

 

November 24, 2024

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

Movie review: Same Time, Next Year

all-American adultery, oh yeah…

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Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups with 59 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

 

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“…let immensity swell again”…“a style of song,” my poem

“…let immensity swell again”…“a style of song,” my poem

he rang a bell…

 

 

a style of song

 

He wore rough clothes,

scuffed heavy shoes,

he knew where he was going

   but he kept a shuffle pace,

 

he had no look of joy,

there was no kind of sparkle,

only placid look ahead,

as if starting out on plain old day…

 

with quiet voice he rang a bell,

he filled the silence,

I could tell

   he was no stranger to the song—

 

he sang the word:

   “somewhere…”

and took a breath

   and let immensity swell again,

and murmured:

   “…over the…”

and I wanted to help him sing.

 

he kept on walking…

December 19, 2024

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: Mila 18

horrific truth by Leon Uris

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As with another eye: Poems of exactitude with 55 free verse and haiku poems,
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and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

 

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the dude ranch dog…“Oh, LeRoy!” my poem

the dude ranch dog…“Oh, LeRoy!” my poem

a dog like him…

 

 

Oh, LeRoy!

 

It’s just not true that every ranch

   has to have a dog like him,

but try to name a place that calls

   itself a ranch, and claims with pride

      to be a place where cowboys ride,

and doesn’t have a lanky pooch

   who sleeps in all the darnedest spots,

and loves a scratch, and likes the kids,

and knows his name is LeRoy.

 

Every dude at Smith Fork Ranch

   made friends with him without delay,

and learned his name, and scratched his head,

and waved him into line to join

   the hike up to the bears’ own ridge,

and cheered him on when he detoured

   to splash around in that high pond,

and made a point, back at the ranch,

to grab a treat from LeRoy’s jar

   and make him “Sit!” (he almost did).

 

You’ll guess these stories never end,

but you don’t know that we were there

   on our last day, when that old truck

       made too much noise in passing by,

and LeRoy knew—to keep us safe—

   he had to snarl and bark and run

      to chase that truck—but oh!, too close…

 

He never knew how many tears,

so many tears we had for him.

 

October 15, 2016

 

LeRoy died at Smith Fork Ranch, Crawford, CO, in September 2007.

 

My poem “Oh, LeRoy!” was published in my second collection of 47 poems, Seeing far: Selected poems.

You can buy it on Amazon (paperback and Kindle),

or get it free in Kindle Unlimited, search for “Richard Carl Subber”

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Book review: The Sea Runners

…it informs, it does not soar…

by Ivan Doig

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Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups with 59 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

 

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The Book of Days…part xlix

The Book of Days…part xlix

The Book of Days

 

The dawn’s early light can be pleasure enough for the whole day.

There are words enough to tell the story of “the temptation of day to come.”

It is my delight to write some of them for your delectation.

 

 

a tasting

 

…the second look is the keeper.

 

The clouds are shifting shapes,

moving quickly

   across the new morning sky,

the smudge and fold of flannel,

becoming flan,

nudging the smear

   of cream sauce,

filling the sky

   with hasty pudding

      and the like,

making a menu

   that lasts mere moments…

 

January 4, 2025

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: To Serve Them All My Days

by R. F. Delderfield

A beloved teacher,

      you know this story…

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As with another eye: Poems of exactitude with 55 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

 

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