by Richard Subber | Jun 27, 2024 | My poetry, Poetry
leftovers of night
nondescript
a rummage of grey,
slowly drifting fluff
above the trees,
a kind of weight of clouds
that does not hasten
for impending day…
January 23, 2024
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Book review: “Bartleby, the Scrivener”
It’s loneliness beyond understanding…
by Herman Melville
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Seeing far: Selected poems with 47 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Jun 15, 2024 | Language, My poetry, Poetry
a better way to say…
In search of…
I wish I had a better way to say
the things I really want to hear today.
Alas, I don’t, and there’s the rub, you see?
The words I want won’t blossom here for me.
April 6, 2015
Sayin’ it the iambic pentameter way…
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Book review: Forced Founders
by Woody Holton
The so-called “Founding Fathers”
weren’t the only ones
who helped to shape our independence…
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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 | Jun 11, 2024 | Language, My poetry, Poetry
yesterday’s trail…
woodward
The mystic mess
of leaves and twigs
and fractured stones,
no trace of steps,
the trees lean in
to shade
the vestige of a path,
there is the jumble
of shapes no one has touched,
the water of each season
knows its way,
the damp persists
in darkened earth,
scant colors fleck
the sombre tints,
a jewel of nature’s wont…
February 16, 2024
A view from the Woodland Crossing-Oakleaf link at Linden Ponds, Hingham, MA
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Book review: Seven Gothic Tales
by Isak Dinesen,
lush and memorable stories…
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As with another eye: Poems of exactitude with 55 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | May 30, 2024 | Language, My poetry, Poetry
that toe is tapping…
touch the music
The horn is a sweet river
of hot icing,
sprites chase the notes,
toe tapping just happens,
the sax galumphs
and then it’s power and pout
and plaintive moan
and tickled scales,
a raft of rhythms that pushes through
to almost endings,
the growly sax can make a joy
to bounce inside our ears,
all dulcet, warm, and lazy…
January 26, 2024
easy listening in the Fireside lounge on a Friday afternoon
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Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups with 59 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | May 14, 2024 | My poetry, Poetry
see the curtains of dawn…
Vigil
Impatient skies
that rend the clouds,
the slowly tumbled clouds,
in their shades of gray,
the skies peek through
these languid clouds…
October 23, 2023
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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 | May 7, 2024 | My poetry, Poetry, Reflections
the ugly bears…
Looky here
I didn’t mean to look at me.
I guess I wasn’t really having that much fun
in the Fun House.
What was I thinking when I ate cotton candy
as a kid and thought it was great?
The stuffed animals aren’t really cute…
where do they buy the ugly bears?
I was alone, I guess that says a lot…
who walks around alone in the Fun House?
Anyway, I passed the goofy, wavy mirror
and I guess I couldn’t help it,
I looked at it quick, I didn’t really stop,
I saw me, shattered, in layers, quivery,
even if I’d had a smile on my face
I’m not sure smiles show up in those things.
I kept walking, and I was thinking
about what I really look like,
and I guess I realized a mirror
probably never tells the whole story,
because the other you might have
a different point of view.
May 28, 2018
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Book review: The Myths of Tet
It’s how people actually get killed by lies…
by Edwin E. Moïse
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