by Richard Subber | Jun 2, 2026 | My poetry, Poetry
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.
night ignited
The star of day makes an oven,
sears the edge of dawn,
spurns the trees,
it makes no smoke,
but there is fire in the sky,
tumult without motion,
a caldron without sound,
a heat that does not burn.
March 15, 2026
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Book review: The Poems of Robert Frost
he hears bluebirds talking…
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many waters: more poems with 53 free verse poems,
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by Richard Subber | May 28, 2026 | My poetry, Poetry
call it dawn
ciel blanc
White raiment was the angel’s garb,
she rent the dark to kiss the night,
the night awoke,
it quivered,
blushed,
and brutish men beheld a dawn.
March 1, 2026
Inspired by “Dawn” (1924) by Paul Laurence Dunbar (1879-1925):
An angel, robed in spotless white,
Bent down and kissed the sleeping Night.
Night woke to blush; the sprite was gone.
Men saw the blush and called it Dawn.
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Book review: The Financier
Theodore Dreiser’s villain…
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Seeing far: Selected poems with 47 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | May 23, 2026 | My poetry, Poetry
their silent mirth
The ghoulies
The things are there,
we know they are,
they have no names,
they hide from view,
they make no sound,
they have no shape,
they laugh, they do,
their silent mirth
is meant for you,
is meant for me,
they move across our lives,
they drum endless fingers
as they mark each moment,
and move closer
to touch and tingle
and make tiny terrors
in our hearts.
February 25, 2026
Inspired by traditional Scottish prayer:
From ghoulies and ghosties
and long-leggedy beasties
and things that go bump in the night,
Good Lord, deliver us.
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A quote from General Custer
Hint: something to do with Indians…
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Seeing far: Selected poems with 47 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | May 19, 2026 | Language, My poetry, Poetry
we feast on meanings
taste
a honey made of words,
verses dripping languor,
stanzas squeezing
sweet meaning from the words,
the poem is a bouquet of words,
the blooms fall open
as each phrase proceeds,
we feast on meanings,
embrace each image,
enlarge each thought,
and savor all that lingers.
March 8, 2026
Inspired by “While Listening to Others Talk about Poems in Small Groups” by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, March 7, 2026
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Book review: A Cold Welcome
The culprit was global cooling,
500 years ago…
by Sam White
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My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 52 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | May 12, 2026 | My poetry, Poetry, Reflections
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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Book review: Shantung Compound
They didn’t care much
about each other…
by Langdon Gilkey
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Empyrean: new poems with 57 free verse poems,
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by Richard Subber | May 3, 2026 | My poetry, Poetry
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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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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