“being star,” not too hard…my poem

“being star,” not too hard…my poem

rise to be a star

 

 

being star

 

How can you pick one to name?

Are they close or far?

Can they dance?

Is it hard to be a star?

 

Become a star.

Everything can be star,

words are constellations,

shining is so easy,

so good,

such beginning,

you can rise to be a star,

be celestial…

 

twinkle.

 

February 22, 2026

 

Inspired by “Tender Astronomy” by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, Feb. 20, 2026,

and by “Winter’s Tale” movie (2014)

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2026 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: Shantung Compound

They didn’t care much

        about each other…

by Langdon Gilkey

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The Book of Days…part lxiii

The Book of Days…part lxiii

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.

 

 

Tiers

 

These tiers, they mock the muted sky,

they roll and roil, they flash in flight,

they chase each other, chase the night…

 

One moment crisp, the next is plum,

and then each wisp can just become

   a layered fold, a bend, a style,

a crease that beckons dawn,

a clouded bank—

the tiers portend the star of day.

 

February 20, 2026

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2026 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: Shawshank Redemption

A world I do not want to know…

by Stephen King

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many waters: more poems with 53 free verse poems,
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“Wave off,” my poem in the moment

“Wave off,” my poem in the moment

huggery works…

 

I knew what I had to do,

I tried rockin’ and rollin’ with the punch…

 

 

Wave off

 

One of today’s chances,

the not so good kind…

it came my way.

 

I said “I know you,

you want to take my time,

and that’s all that I will give—

 

I will not offer up

   my peace of mind,

or my resolve to do good things,

or my sense that I may

   hug the afternoon

      and be happy

         to embrace the balance of the day.”

 

September 14, 2018

 

My poem “Wave off” was published in my third collection of 64 poems, In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears. 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,
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“We say morning,” my poem

“We say morning,” my poem

it feels good to say it

 

 

We say morning

 

I say morning,

it feels good

   to say it

      one more time,

 

I am so willing

   to guess that you

      are saying morning,

you walk in your garden

   with the far wall of flowers…

 

I look for you

   in my heart,

I remember all the times

   we mentioned morning

      when we danced

         to start the day.

 

February 8, 2026

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Book review: Waterloo

The slightly Hollywood bravery

        of Richard Sharpe,

the butcher’s work done at the battle…

by Bernard Cornwell

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My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 52 free verse and haiku poems,
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“Book-ish,” my poem

“Book-ish,” my poem

be ready…

 

 

Book-ish

 

Pick up that book again.

Yes, too many words,

too many pages.

 

In there, somewhere,

a lustrous phrase

   you didn’t see,

a deepest thought

   you didn’t think,

a relic of song

   you didn’t sing,

a wayward dream

   you didn’t know,

a sequence of best words,

they were a blur.

 

Take the book again,

open it where you will,

be ready for something more.

 

June 20, 2025

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“A Time to Talk,” my version of the poem

“A Time to Talk,” my version of the poem

I welcome the time…

 

I decided to entertain myself at breakfast in the Linden Ponds Café

by doing this little re-write

of Robert Frost’s memorable poem, “A Time to Talk.”

I kept his rhythm and rhyme, I made the text a bit smoother,

I think I preserved his earthy friendly tone.

 

A Time to Talk, Rick’s version

 

When a friend calls down to me from the road

   and slows his horse to just a walk,

I don’t stand still and look around

   on all the hills I haven’t hoed,

and shout from where I am: “What is it?”

I know to welcome time to talk.

I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,

blade-end up and five feet tall,

I start to climb to the old stone wall

   for a friendly visit.

 

February 3, 2025

Hingham, MA

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Frost’s original version, it’s in the public domain:

 

A Time to Talk

Robert Frost (1874-1963)

 

When a friend calls to me from the road

And slows his horse to a meaning walk,

I don’t stand still and look around

On all the hills I haven’t hoed,

And shout from where I am, What is it?

No, not as there is a time to talk.

I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,

Blade-end up and five feet tall,

And plod: I go up to the stone wall

For a friendly visit.

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2026 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: An Empire on the Edge

by Nick Bunker

The British wanted to win

       the Revolutionary War,

    but they had good reasons

        for not trying too hard…

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many waters: more poems with 53 free verse poems,
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