The Book of Days…part xxxxii

The Book of Days…part xxxxii

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.

 

 

the marks

 

The lunar crescent

   shines through the vault,

their playground…

 

the advent of day

   chases away

      the faint marks

         of the footsteps of the gods.

 

March 4, 2024

we never see them hootin’ and hollerin’…

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.

 

The Wind and the Lion (1975)

heroic, the way it was…(movie review)

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Seeing far: Selected poems with 47 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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you’re “it”!…my poem

you’re “it”!…my poem

choosing up sides…

 

 

you’re “it”!

 

Our playground at the school

   was bare dirt studded with big trees,

no one thought we needed more.

 

We had balls of different sizes,

we ran miles between the trees,

and we did secret things

   in the back corner

      where the teachers wouldn’t go.

 

Recess wasn’t my favorite time,

I wasn’t a star in anything,

but I grouched like my friends

   when the bell rang us in.

 

We always started a new game every day,

recess was a “now” time,

I don’t recall having “later” thoughts.

 

I think I never wondered

   how an old man might remember

      any of those days…

now I can relive some of those moments,

and I wonder about the things I forget.

 

April 28, 2024

 

remembering recess in the 1950s

behind the Blackwood Terrace Elementary School

in Deptford Township, NJ

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: The Myths of Tet

How people get killed by lies…

by Edwin E. Moïse

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My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 53 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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“we think dirt is dirty…”…my poem

“we think dirt is dirty…”…my poem

try whispering to your dog

 

 

Say what?

 

We’re not as special as we think we are…

 

We don’t really rule the earth,

we can’t fly,

or snooze at the bottom

   of the deep end of the pool,

and we can’t even roll over when we’re born,

we tend to be messy

   when we’re not paying attention,

most of us think wearing shoes is normal,

we think dirt is dirty,

we don’t like to admit

   that we eat dead things,

and we think a horse whisperer

   is some weird guy,

we think reading and writing

   is our thing,

and we think “Sparky, here boy!”

   is the right way to call the pup,

and we ignore this mystery:

 

What if your dog can talk,

   but he won’t?

 

April 19, 2024

I guess you’ve thought about it…

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: The Bartender’s Tale

Ivan Doig’s story, I mostly loved it…

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In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
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chat with a chippie?…my poem

chat with a chippie?…my poem

think like a chipmunk…

 

 

Busy

 

The chippie halts on the second step.

I’ve seen him there, he will not stay,

his hole is close, he will not stray,

he skips across my little yard

   but not too far.

 

I want to ask him, just this once,

if he’d like to scout a cozy place

   he’s never seen,

he stares at me, no fear,

I’d like a little chat, I think,

I’d like to hear his thoughts,

but I can see

   he has no time to talk.

 

October 23, 2019

 

Inspired by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer’s “Following Mr. Berry’s Instructions,”

published October 23, 2019, on her website, A Hundred Falling Veils

 

“You have to be able to imagine lives that aren’t yours.”

Wendell Berry

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: The Bridges of Madison County

If you’re looking for

  highly stoked eroticism

    and high-rolling lives

      that throw off sparks when they touch,

look elsewhere.

by Robert Waller

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 My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 53 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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“way up there,” that bird…my poem

“way up there,” that bird…my poem

bucket list?

 

 

way up there

 

I’ve never been to the top-most twig,

it’s not on my list,

I know that’s true.

 

I saw her,

   swaying as the tree tops

      let the breezes do their thing,

otherwise she did not move.

 

I envied her pacific view,

and briefly wondered

   what she cares to see,

when all around her does not hide,

when down means not too far,

when far away is not that far

   for wings that wait to spread…

 

I guess she’s seen it all

   ten thousand times,

I guess she might glance

   for a moment at me,

and murmur “you wouldn’t believe…”

 

I think I might,

but I’m content

   to let her be alone,

to be that high.

 

April 8, 2024

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.

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”

 

Your comments are welcome—tell me what you’re thinking.

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lean back and listen…my poem

lean back and listen…my poem

tinkle, sway, hum…

 

 

Winter, add Woo, stir

 

…all the notes make medleys,

it’s a quiet nightclub sound,

it’s okay to listen

   with the other ear,

and hear the lilt and the lift

   and the living rhythms

      without trying too hard

         to pay attention,

and nod in time

   when an old refrain

      makes a hole in the buzz,

and you hear again

   those words that throb and skip

      and nestle into

         those last few tinkling keys…

 

Hingham, MA

April 2, 2024

 

Bob Winter and Elaine Woo made beautiful music at Linden Ponds

on an otherwise ordinary April afternoon.

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: The Financier

Theodore Dreiser’s villain…

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Above all: Poems of dawn and more with 73 free verse 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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