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),
or get it free in Kindle Unlimited, search for “Richard Carl Subber”
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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,
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”
Your comments are welcome—tell me what you’re thinking.
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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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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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by Richard Subber | Feb 6, 2025 | Books, My poetry, Poetry, Reflections, Tidbits
think of new tomorrows…
caper
“The impossible closes around
like a smooth lake
on an early morning swim.”
…and you taste it,
and stroke through it,
the unseen ripples chase you
as you push your little wave ahead,
you think of new tomorrows,
and you make a silent promise,
and you see the new possible
as it capers on the morning shore.
December 23, 2024
The quote is from “Everything that is not you” by Jane Hirshfield. It inspired me.
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Book review: Tales from Shakespeare
summaries by Charles and Mary Lamb…
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by Richard Subber | Jan 26, 2025 | Books, My poetry, Poetry, Reflections, Tidbits
I’ve seen other creatures…
la cage
I could be wrong,
I think I’m a bird.
It’s hard to put it into words
‘cause I can’t talk
in exactly the way
the big creature does.
The creature can’t sing, of course,
I’ve sung the easy tunes
so many times,
but all I hear from the creature
is “la la la”
and “mmmh mmmh,”
without a speck of joy.
The creature gives me food,
although the seeds are really old
and the bugs are already dead!
and nectar?
oh well, I’ll keep waiting…
The hairy thing that barks
doesn’t jump up any more,
I stopped being scared.
It’s a good thing I’m up so high!
I did get to fly once
when the creature
forgot to shut the little door,
but I didn’t go far,
my little arms got tired,
then I moved around three times
and then the creature grabbed me—
it didn’t hurt—
and now I’m back inside.
I can see through the wall,
the sun is sometimes bright,
the sticks with greenish things
go up and down,
and back and forth,
I’ve seen other creatures
that sort of look like me,
I heard one sing my song.
A while ago, when it was dark
I think I had a thought…
I’m sitting here…
I can’t remember it.
December 7, 2024
“la cage” was inspired by “A Caged Bird” by Sarah Orne Jewett (1849-1909)
excerpt:
“High at the window in her cage
The old canary flits and sings,
Nor sees across the curtain pass
The shadow of a swallow’s wings.”
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Book review: Shantung Compound
They didn’t care so much
about each other…
by Langdon Gilkey
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In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 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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