by Richard Subber | May 6, 2025 | My poetry, Poetry, Reflections
in my dreams…
before waking…
In this dream, again,
I will climb to high meadows
to invite another trace of you,
to feel a zephyr
that has filled your hair,
to see again your deep smile
as you climb the slope
to show me
how happiness arrives,
to bring a kiss
that fills me
with sweet longing
for your arms
that hold me,
in this dream that fills our sky.
May 23, 2023
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The tiny sound of the surf…
…listen for the sea…”Listen,” my poem
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by Richard Subber | May 1, 2025 | 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.
away
A dirty pancake cloud
slides across
the base of the vault,
the rest of the sky is void,
a void is the best of the sky,
these dawns are easy to forget.
October 16, 2024
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Book review: Lafayette by Harlow Unger
He was a great man. Also rich and lucky.
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My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 53 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Apr 29, 2025 | My poetry, Poetry
always in transition…
moonish
A wasted wafer
wanes in
the low morning sky,
waiting for the end of day,
waiting to be the moon again.
October 20, 2024
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Book review: Lord of the Flies
Never more relevant…
by William Golding
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by Richard Subber | Apr 22, 2025 | Human Nature, My poetry, Poetry
the dusty baby seats…
Baby seats
I’m eating breakfast
in a room
half-filled with old folks,
they need four score of candles
on the birthday cake,
they remember old, old songs,
sometimes all the words,
they’ve lost the dearest ones
they married,
they blubber and laugh
when the grandkids come,
and they slowly eat their breakfast
with old friends,
and they never see
the dusty baby seats
that fill a tidy corner
and wait for the generation
that will happily use them.
September 19, 2024
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In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Apr 15, 2025 | Books, Joys of reading, Language, My poetry, Poetry
the boolies mimed…
ronday vue
It was time for a furling gat,
the mossty boys all wore a hat,
they rumbled when the clepsys chimed,
they crumbled when the boolies mimed,
and on their way they ratlinged fine
and mortled as they kept in line.
The mook they made was loud and blam,
the dancing was appoint, and skram,
chandilling as they jamped each step,
so trilling as they klamped each rep,
their ronday lasted all the night,
at morning they were flamp and skite.
October 22, 2024
I’m learning from my friend Mike…
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How does a poem end?
“Finis,” my thoughts (my poem)
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by Richard Subber | Apr 8, 2025 | Books, My poetry, Poetry, Reflections, Tidbits
blinking, not blinking…
Owning the trail
The sun was high,
the patient rays
striped the forest floor,
tree tops swayed enough
to nudge the shadows,
a bird sang half a song
way down the hill,
an angry squirrel
sailed across the trail
and stared at me,
he didn’t blink.
I walked the next turn,
and stared without blinking,
an eight-point buck
looked back at me,
he stood still
as his woman and kid
rambled across the path
and disappeared
in the hydrangea,
he didn’t budge,
he seemed to be daring me
to make a move.
He showed no fear,
he owned the trail,
I was the stranger with two legs,
I looked at him for moments,
I faced him moments more
as I shuffled back
around the turn,
and shambled from his world.
The sun was high,
the shadows trembled,
I walked away through empty woods.
February 6, 2025
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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.
Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups with 59 free verse and haiku poems,
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and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”
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