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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“…an era of corruption in High Places…”
Old Abe got it right….
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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 23, 2024 | My poetry, Poetry, Reflections, Tidbits
walking on…
amaze
I seek a knowing path,
would know familiar walls, and doors,
each one reveals another track.
I walk on, connected to my past.
The errant ways return me to me.
I am the connection.
In myself I live, and will live.
I seek a knowing path,
I make my way,
I know familiar walls…
mirrors serve as well.
June 29, 1995
Bethany Beach, DE
walking on the sand alone
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Book review: Shawshank Redemption
A world I do not want to know…
by Stephen King
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Above all: Poems of dawn and more with 73 free verse poems,
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by Richard Subber | May 18, 2024 | My poetry, Poetry, Reflections
our secret…
Cipher
I cannot choose the words.
I feel a pressure, desire,
to expose a thought entire.
It will not reveal itself,
nor change to parts.
It stays hidden, whole,
startling by degrees,
urgent in its fullness,
as I begin to understand.
It is my thought.
It is me, only me.
I tell you this, only you,
because you can understand.
June 26, 1995
Bethany Beach, DE
for Barb, my dearest one
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Book review: The Proud Tower
…a lot more than a history book…
by Barbara Tuchman
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Above all: Poems of dawn and more with 73 free verse poems,
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by Richard Subber | May 14, 2024 | My poetry, Poetry
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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Dirty Dancing (1987) (movie review)
Oh baby, baby, baby…
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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
How people get killed by lies…
by Edwin E. Moïse
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by Richard Subber | Apr 25, 2024 | My poetry, Poetry, Reflections
there is more…
Wall
The wall stands high,
it has nowhere to go,
it heeds no future,
and it will not speak the past,
its dirty stones are mute,
they’re strong,
but they merely make the wall,
each alone is naught,
the wall entire is a simple part
of a simple world
that blocks my path,
and flaunts the other ways
that make a turn to left or right,
each an adventure,
more imagining,
a few steps
to futures in the beyond.
January 1, 2024
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As with another eye: Poems of exactitude with 55 free verse and haiku poems,
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