Poem of the Week

February 28, 2008 #475

Dear Subscriber:

This week’s poem of the week is a poem for Mothering Sunday (British Mother's Day).

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

Happy Mother’s Day, dear daughter!
All my love to you!
Praised be those who give themselves,
Poised to part the sea!
Years of loving need no quarter,
Making passion do,
Offering a trove of selves,
Though vicariously.
How beautiful the gift of giving
Each the unspent whole,
Returning, turning, like a tide,
‘Ere the moment wanes!
So beautiful, the act of living
Densely through a soul
Alight with wonder at the ride,
Yet soon to take the reins!

Poem of the Week

February 21, 2008 #474

Dear Subscriber:

This week’s poem of the week is a philosophical 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

Fortune is a favor to be earned.
One’s will is like a wind on weathered stone.
Remnants of one’s dreams lie all around,
The leaves that nourish well the fertile ground,
Uniting the imagined with the known.
Neither slave nor free, nor loved nor spurned,
Each borrows life and must repay the loan.

Poem of the Week

February 14, 2008 #473

Dear Subscriber:

This week’s poem of the week is a Valentine's 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

Today’s the day I ought to say I love you,
Although I ought to say it every day.
But “ought” can stand directly in the way,
An obstacle to being honest with you.
Why can’t I tell you what I feel for you?
Because a feeling’s too complex to say,
Wrapped in an appropriate cliché,
Offered on the day I “ought” to tell you.
And yet this squeamishness is just a pose
Dissolved into the river of my love,
Which needs no more than one word for its name.
Beneath my wordy sophistry it flows
Like truth that one need neither test nor prove,
A happiness I need but speak to claim.

Poem of the Week

February 6, 2008 #472

Dear Subscriber:

Note: I'm sending out this poem of the week a day earlier than usual because tomorrow I'll be traveling. The next poem of the week will be emailed on February 14^th.

This week’s poem of the week is a poem for the Lunar New Year.

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

There may be some who've wondered why the rat
Happens to be first to have a year
Exclusively devoted to his name.
Yet clever, crafty creatures never fear:
Eventually, they'll win – that's where they're at!
And this is how it came about: The rat,
Racing for the prize, fell towards the rear.
Out of breath, he thought he'd lost the game.
Fast rampaging Bull was drawing near;
The problem was: How to reach his back?
Here came by the lost, high-leaping cat.
Eureka! Up they went, the two friends dear,
Riding on the bull's back towards fame.
At the last, Rat pushes Pussy clear,
Then leaps ahead of Bull – and that was that!