Thursday, November 29, 2007

Poem of the Week

November 29, 2007 #462

Dear Subscriber:

This week’s poem of the week is a poem for the holiday season.

You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com and clicking on "Poem of the Week."

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Holidays are taken best with food
As empty stomachs lead to irritation,
Particularly bad for conversation,
Prone to undermine a festive mood.
Yet holidays with food can often be
Helpful in maintaining a relation,
Offering a timely celebration,
Locus for extended family.
In holidays a temporary junction
Delays eventual disintegration
As generation follows generation,
Years of culinary dedication
Sensing well the beauty of its function.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Poem of the Week

November 22, 2007 #461

Dear Subscriber:

This week’s poem of the week is a Thanksgiving Day poem.

You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com and clicking on "Poem of the Week."

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Thank you for the harvest and the healing,
Health, wealth, hunger, all the goods of Earth,
All that we inherited at birth,
Need, joy, love, pain, grief, desire, feeling.
Know that we are grateful for our being,
Singing silent praises in our hearts,
Giving in the temples of our arts
Invocations to the act of seeing.
Vain though it may be to think you’re hearing,
In us there is an ancient urge to speak,
Not for any answers that we seek,
Glad just to converse—like love, like breathing.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Poem of the Week

November 15, 2007 #460


Dear Subscriber:


This week’s poem of the week is a number poem.


You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com and clicking on "Poem of the Week."


Yours,


Nick Gordon


Fifty-nine takes pleasure in her songs,

In which she finds a mirror for her grace.

For her the morning gathers in the mourning,

Tucking it away where it belongs

Yet making sure it has sufficient space.


Nor does she give regret the pride of place,

Instead preferring tuning forks to tongs,

Needing but the sweetness of her singing,

Elegant and pure, to light her face.

Thursday, November 8, 2007

November 8, 2007 #459


Dear Subscriber:


This week’s poem of the week is a Veterans Day (USA) poem.


You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com and clicking on "Poem of the Week."


Yours,


Nick Gordon


Vets are war’s debris, the wreckage after.
Even as we honor those who died,
The amputees, the traumatized, the drifters
Endure for us the wounds that saved our lives.
Remember them at tax time and when voting;
Allocate what amply meets their needs.
No obligation is more plain or pressing,
Shining like a spotlight on our dreams.