Thursday, January 31, 2008

Poem of the Week

January 31, 2008 #471

Dear Subscriber:

This week’s poem of the week is a name 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


Martin died at twenty-four;
A second transplant failed.
Rest in peace, my darling boy,
The lantern of my life and joy;
In death find life unveiled.
Nor can one hope for more.

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Poem of the Week

January 24, 2008 #470

Dear Subscriber:

This week’s poem of the week is a birthday 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


I am four.
I don’t know why.

Perhaps I fell
Out of the sky
Four years ago.

I don’t know.

Or came like jelly
Out of Mommy’s belly.

Oh, my! Oh, my!

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Poem of the Week

January 17, 2008 #469

Dear Subscriber

This week’s poem of the week is a poem for Martin Luther King's birthday.

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


Maybe more than love was needed.
All my love was not enough.
Reason is but rarely heeded.
Talk means little at the trough.
Icons look good on the wall
Nothing changes but the names.
Love is merely protocol.
Undiluted fear remains
The life is fast, the changes slow.
Hope must be its own reward
Eventually, the undertow
Returns, returns towards times untoward.
Kings build castles in the sand.
Infinity awaits the tide.
None can settle on the strand.
Grace must live with fratricide.

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Poem of the Week

January 10, 2008 #468

Dear Subscriber:

This week’s poem of the week is a philosophical 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


Forget that you are much esteemed and loved
If that is not enough to bring you joy.
Forget that you are healthy and secure,
Though there must always be what will alloy
Your happiness and life’s indifference prove.


So is there nothing, nothing can destroy?
Is there grace no sorrow can remove,
Xerophyte that blooms where most endure?

Thursday, January 3, 2008

Poem of the Week

January 3, 2008 #467

Dear Subscriber:

This week’s poem of the week is an animal 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


The night my heart stopped
I was sleeping with my wife
In a tent at the edge of a wood.

The Earth spun and spun.
Silent, in a cold sweat,
I felt myself going under.

I crawled out of the tent,
Careful not to wake my wife,
And onto a chaise lounge.

Under the spinning stars
My heart started and stopped,
Started and stopped, started . . .

I lay where a path emerged
From the wood, and along the path
Came a large raccoon.

He walked over to me
And raised himself up
Not four feet from my eyes.

We stared at each other
With focused understanding,
Words without words,

Eyes beyond eyes,
A giving and a taking
That stilled my raucous heart.

Satisfied, he lowered
Himself to the ground
And turned toward the wood.

Thank you, brother,” I said,
Thank you.” But he was gone,
Slipped back into darkness.