by Richard Subber | Jan 16, 2025 | Human Nature, Reflections, Tidbits
the humanity…
“Ah, the prayers of the millions,
how they must fight and destroy each other
on their way to the throne of God.”
We always think of our prayers as singular events…
From Tortilla Flat in The Short Novels of John Steinbeck
by John Steinbeck with an introduction by Joseph Henry Jackson
New York: The Viking Press, orig. copy. 1953, 1963.
527 pages
quote from p. 18
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Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.
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Seeing far: Selected poems with 47 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Jan 14, 2025 | Language, My poetry, Poetry
the horses lost their jobs
It was red
What’s left are the last thin hunks
of that heroic red machine,
planted in the front field,
not going anywhere,
still pointed to its last destination.
This is a marvel of machine,
a completely rusted spectacle of progress,
form invites quick memories
of function…
It doesn’t tempt the kids,
there are no pedals to push,
the big seat is too high
and it’s too rough for bouncing,
and it’s too far from the thick rusty wheel
with no horn,
the big rugged tractor tires
turned one last time
when the moon and the stars
and the sun were younger.
Once it was a noisy monster,
the farmer called the thing “Bab,”
it scared the horses who lost their jobs,
it scattered the goats and the hens,
the pigs went rooting
on the other side of the barn.
Old farmers remember their first ride
on their magic new machines
that chugged everywhere, pulled anything,
each tractor needed its own tool box,
half metal stuff, half mystery stuff,
and the farmers knew
how to keep them going,
and they knew the secret kick
that finished many repair jobs.
This rig’s driver never used
a couple of the rods
and a few of the knobby connectors,
and he never wondered
why he didn’t know
what they were for.
The spectral farmer in baggy overalls
who starts to fill the tank each night
always struggles with the cap,
and always decides to wait…
October 27, 2024
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Book review: Shakespeare’s Wife
Germaine Greer just went overboard a bit…
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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 | Jan 12, 2025 | Book reviews, Books, Joys of reading, Poetry, Reviews of other poets
writing ingenuous truth…
Book review:
Natural Life with No Parole
by Sarah Rossiter
Georgetown, KY: Finishing Line Press, 2016
Rossiter’s poetry is worth a second read.
I think her word choices and line breaks are a bit disorganized, but nevertheless coherent.
Natural Life with No Parole is about what she sees and hears and feels, with genuine verve and ingenuous truth about the reality of human emotions.
She finds it natural to say things like “…That’s all there was, it wasn’t much, but joy is like that.”
Let the flavor of that line wrap around your tongue.
Quoted line is from “Woman in a White Truck, Driving”
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Book review: The Snow Goose
…sensual drama, eminently poetic…
by Paul Gallico
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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 | Jan 9, 2025 | My poetry, Poetry, Reflections
transitions
morph
Another leaf drops from the tree.
Watch it skittering down.
The next leaf will fall
to another bare spot,
a new herald of the new season.
Like you, the tree is changing—
Was it your self who saw
the first leaf fall?
Is it the same tree now,
as afternoon begins?
Yon artist arrays a new canvas
on her gear,
she sets the first one aside, in view,
she thinks to paint the tree again
with more autumnal hues,
she swabs her brush
and makes a bobbing leaf,
intent on making it real—
The tree gives up the leaf she saw,
a new bird perches on the highest twig,
when will she know
that she’s painting a different tree?
will she know that her other self
was the painter in the morning?
November 3, 2024
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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 | Jan 4, 2025 | My poetry, Poetry
Blaze
It’s easy to be in love.
There is no burden in loving.
Deep love is simplest joy,
delicate love cannot be bound.
The singing is so free,
and the eager truth is clear:
I can walk on fire for you,
each next step so easy…
July 13, 2021
Inspired by Melissa Etheridge singing “I’m the Only One”
…for my dearest one
My poem “Blaze” was published in my fifth collection of 53 poems, My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems.
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Book review: Shawshank Redemption
A world I do not want to know…
by Stephen King
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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 | Jan 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.
Moon mission
Spectral moon,
solitaire in the night sky,
your dirty face,
your bright edge—
the cavemen looked at you,
and wondered.
August 21, 2024
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Old Friends (book review)
Tracy Kidder tells truth about old age…
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Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups with 59 free verse and haiku poems,
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