by Richard Subber | Mar 11, 2025 | My poetry, Poetry
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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Book review: Mila 18
horrific truth by Leon Uris
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Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups with 59 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Mar 6, 2025 | Books, My poetry, Poetry
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
Sadly, 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),
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Book review: The Sea Runners
…it informs, but 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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by Richard Subber | Mar 1, 2025 | Books, Language, 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.
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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Book review: To Serve Them All My Days
by R. F. Delderfield
A beloved teacher,
you know this story…
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many waters: more poems with 53 free verse poems,
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by Richard Subber | Feb 23, 2025 | Books, My poetry, Poetry, Reflections, Tidbits
our little space…
touch
…some easy talk is all we need,
brief moments are the time,
quick smiles come and go,
and linger
and last,
familiar words we share,
we cross our paths,
we laugh in our little space,
our fingers touch,
and touch,
we’re friends, we know that much.
September 23, 2024
Published in March-April 2025 issue of Creative Inspirations
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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.
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many waters: more poems with 53 free verse poems,
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by Richard Subber | Feb 18, 2025 | Books, My poetry, Poetry, Reflections, Tidbits
they do not tell…
Stonehenge
We look like a circle of stones.
We know why we stand here
but we do not tell,
perhaps we knew the beginning of time,
time means so little to us,
the ages come and go,
our circle stands, unmoving,
reflecting each break of day,
embracing the dawn of dawns,
remembering the chants of long ago,
accepting the credulous chatter
that fills our spaces,
accepting the lightest touch
of each fingertip
that seeks so many answers
to so many questions,
knowing that we exalt pure stillness,
indeed, knowing that the lintels
betray the ignorance
of beguiled masons,
knowing that we
are the upright fingers of the gods
that point to havens
above the sky,
knowing that we may rest on earth
until the unknown end of time.
December 28, 2024
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Play review: A Doll’s House
Henrik Ibsen’s classic on abuse…
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many waters: more poems with 53 free verse poems,
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by Richard Subber | Feb 11, 2025 | Books, My poetry, Poetry, Reflections, Tidbits
see it clearly
dew not
Away, you foggy dew!
…in hazy morn it seems so clear,
our views of life embrace still air,
we want no clouds across our path,
we want no wind to fill the space
that brings the distant beauty near,
we want no rain
that draws our eyes
to up and up,
and wets the skies
and hides our dreams.
We want the void that touches all
and leaves no mark,
the see-through part
that makes each thing
some thing to see,
the empty place
where foggy dew
is always a stranger.
December 29, 2024
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Book review: A Cold Welcome
The culprit was global cooling,
500 years ago…
by Sam White
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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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