“More than coffee…” (my poem)

“More than coffee…” (my poem)

I see futures…

 

 

More than coffee…

 

Polly has a name tag.

I don’t have a name tag.

 

She sees me as I am.

She doesn’t know what I see.

She sees now,

I see futures, more for her than for me.

 

When I slumped in this booth,

I thought I wanted coffee…

I think what I really want

   is to be really ready

      to be the old man who is already me.

 

What I want is to warm myself

   with old joys in new ways,

what I want is the promise

   of all my yesterdays,

the promise of kissing my beloved

   at tomorrow’s dawn,

what I want is to be remembered

   by my grandchildren.

 

What I want is to tell Polly, gently,

to see her futures with my eyes,

to pay attention to the memories

   that are piling up,

to let herself rejoice in the tomorrows,

to start learning

   what kind of old lady she’s going to be…

 

She stands there,

somehow looking down

   on the mountain of my years,

with her order book in hand,

and she asks:

“Know what you want?”

 

May 31, 2020

Inspired by “No Problem” by George Bilgere (b1951)

 

My poem “More than coffee…” was published in my fifth collection of 53 poems, My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems.

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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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

The Wind and the Lion (1975)

heroic, the way it was…(movie review)

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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)
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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not just cookies…my poem

not just cookies…my poem

the crumbs beckon…

 

 

not just cookies…

 

Don’t reach for the last one,

not yet,

let the full taste linger,

let the crunch

   become a munch,

let the crumbs beckon,

lick your fingers

   one last time,

then go ahead.

Do it.

Eat the last macaroon.

Say “thank you!”

   right out loud,

let everyone hear it!

 

May 25, 2025

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: An Empire on the Edge

by Nick Bunker

The British wanted to win

       the Revolutionary War,

    but they had good reasons

        for not trying too hard…

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As with another eye: Poems of exactitude with 55 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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learning to read?…no problem

learning to read?…no problem

goal-oriented…

 

 

A little girl was diligently pounding away

   on her grandfather’s typewriter.

She told him she was writing a story.

“What’s it about?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” she replied, “I can’t read.”

 

 

When you want to do something,

don’t let most things stop you.

 

Thanks to my friend George.

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Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: The Myths of Tet

How people get killed by lies…

by Edwin E. Moïse

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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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The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie…book review

The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie…book review

prime times of life…

 

 

Book review:

The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie

 

by Muriel Spark (1918-2006)

New York: Harper Perennial, 1961, 1994

187 pages

 

Miss Jean Brodie, an exceedingly unconventional teacher, described every part of her life and her commitments and her outlook as being “in my prime,” but it is a hallmark of Muriel Spark’s magnificent talent in assembling the best words that it is left to the reader to completely imagine what “prime” may mean.

The defining value of the novel is the unceasing willingness and undaunted desire of Brodie’s carefully chosen students—the girls in the “Brodie set”—to try to figure out what “prime” means and to try to understand the effects their teacher is having on them.

The pages are filled with interactions and misunderstandings and hormonal energies. Miss Brodie and the other grownups dramatically pursue their teaching roles, but the girls largely find their own ways to learn things and work at growing up while doing so.

The book ends but the story doesn’t end. Henry Adams said a teacher can never tell “where (her) influence stops.” The ultimately humiliated Miss Brodie dies, but her prime has no boundaries and her students make their own lives.

 

p.s. the acclaimed movie with the same name and Maggie Smith as Miss Brodie is first class entertainment, but it mostly ignores Muriel Spark’s grimly realistic portrayal of the life forces that animate the “Brodie set.”

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: The Proud Tower

…a lot more than a history book…

by Barbara Tuchman

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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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We need both, remembering and forgetting…

We need both, remembering and forgetting…

Remember to forget…

 

 

“We need both—

          remembering and forgetting—

                              to keep us balanced.

  Remember with understanding—

          and sometimes remember to forget.”

 

The wisdom of the Sequichie of the Cherokees

 

We’re not talking about forgetfulness here, we’re talking about letting stuff go…

We’re talking about not bringing it up any more…

We’re talking about remembering that each of us has done some things that are better forgotten…

We’re talking about remembering the good that’s been done, and not forgetting to pass it forward.

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Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

Poets talk about poetry

…a red hot bucket of love…

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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)
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the TV screen won’t stop talking…my poem

the TV screen won’t stop talking…my poem

you know what to do…

 

point and squeeze

 

Shoot me if I start watching TV again.

 

I don’t want to be

   like the old lady in the wheelchair

      who turns, with some visible pain,

to gaze at the TV screen as she’s pushed past it.

 

I don’t want to be

   like the old guy in the fitness room

      who sits on his exercise chair

         and looks up, fixated with mouth agape,

at the TV screen that won’t stop talking.

 

I don’t want to be

   like the people in the waiting room

      who can’t stop looking

         at the TV screen

            with the sound turned down.

 

Keep an eye on me—you know what to do.

 

May 14, 2025

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

The Scarlet Letter, victim of Hollywood

Nathaniel Hawthorne’s version is best

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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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