by Richard Subber | Dec 11, 2025 | My poetry, Poetry
smiling is important…
step by step
Write it, rhyme it,
write it down.
Write it slowly,
verb and noun.
Smile as much as will abide,
don’t allow your smile to hide.
Chase it, grab it,
cherish the elusive rhyme.
August 30, 2025
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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 74 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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by Richard Subber | Dec 7, 2025 | My poetry, Poetry, Reflections
don’t try to unhear it
Hear, hear
Can you hear it?
You’re alone,
the walls don’t talk,
the plants don’t talk,
the rabbit in the yard
makes no sound,
the chair just sits there,
nature’s murmuring is too far away…
“silence” is a word
but if you say it…
Can you think a tune?
How much noise is “quiet”?
Of course,
disdain the tintinnabulation of the bells,
but listen for that small sweet note,
and hum it for a sec…
you can’t unhear it.
August 20, 2025
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The Collected Poems of Sara Teasdale…book review
Literate, but impersonal
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many waters: more poems with 53 free verse poems,
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by Richard Subber | Dec 2, 2025 | 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.
Scarcely day
It’s early morn again,
I see that day has chased the dawn,
the bland sky is one dimension,
no color, no cloud,
no excitement in the sky,
day has come,
I make a dawn in my mind,
too soon to think about tomorrow.
March 23, 2023
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Book review:
American Scripture:
Making the Declaration of Independence
…basically, it’s trash talk to King George
by Pauline Maier
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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)
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by Richard Subber | Nov 25, 2025 | My poetry, Poetry, Reflections
no clock needed for dancing…
daily
The arrow of time flies high
and low and ever on,
and sometimes slow,
time creeps, betimes,
a pause is not unknown…
My time’s my own,
I guard it
when there is no room for dancing…
July 12, 2025
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Book review: The Snow Goose
…sensual drama, eminently poetic…
by Paul Gallico
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Above all: Poems of dawn and more with 74 free verse poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
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by Richard Subber | Nov 18, 2025 | Human Nature, Language, My poetry, Poetry, Reflections
“…sounds that do not invite love…”
I know that much of ordinary human conversation
is essentially gossip about people we know,
experiences we’ve shared, and everyday occurrences.
Technically, even if you think you don’t gossip,
most likely you do quite a bit, every day.
Babel
The buzz of the crowd.
Social noise is so tolerable,
so remarkably incidental,
essentially careless communication,
public talk for private ears,
an imperative stream of disposable words.
Profoundly human noise.
No other creature babbles while feeding and drinking,
no other creature squanders such precious energy
to make noises that do not bring food,
to utter sounds that do not invite love
and do not demand respect.
No other creature is so fond of gabble,
so willing to abandon privacy
and say so many words
that almost no one wants to hear.
December 5, 2015
Pervasive gossip, de facto, is neither good nor bad. Most human beings incessantly communicate with each other.
My point is that gossiping in public can be noisy, intrusive, distracting, wondrously irrelevant, and, occasionally, disgusting. Usually, I really don’t want to hear your half of the cell phone conversation.
Now, talking—that’s a different story.
Talk it over with your friends.
My poem “Babel” 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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Movie review: Same Time, Next Year
all-American adultery, oh yeah…
In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Nov 13, 2025 | My poetry, Poetry, Reflections
my reflective poem,
written with an offshore breeze…
Remembrances
(Je me souviens)
Airs and airs, brisking through the afternoon,
fill my ears with ruffling sound,
and fully charge my mind with half-drawn shapes,
many half-thought fancies,
and many second memories
of once-remembered moments in the afternoon.
September 18, 2015
You’ve listened to this kind of breeze at the seashore. It’s not strange that it never stops. These airs are reminders of the ways we’ve turned our heads, so many times, to face a new direction or an old reality. I stood on First Encounter Beach, in Eastham on Cape Cod, at high tide in the late afternoon. I wasn’t alone but I kept my thoughts to myself at the time. I’m not sure I was fully conscious of everything I was thinking. I do know that I remembered a couple things for the second time, and that was good.
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My poem “Remembrances” was published in my first collection of 59 poems, Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups.
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: A Cold Welcome
The culprit was global cooling,
500 years ago…
by Sam White
Above all: Poems of dawn and more with 74 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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