Signs of Happiness

 

A philosophical number poem listing some signs of happiness:

Signs of happiness: A clear vocation;
Intimacy rooted in relation;
Xeroxed memories relived as art;
Tears that flow from springs within the heart;
Yearnings that yield wine with fermentation;

Faith in oneself, in others, in some purpose
Offering the ruthless gift of service;
Unity of thought, belief, and act;
Relentless dreams that shape the coasts of fact.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Audio and Video Music: Wonder. By VYEN. Music free to use at YouTube. Illustration Credit: AI.

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Sing of the Home That You Have Never Seen

 

A poem for St. Patrick’s Day:

 

Sing of the home that you have never seen,
The place your ancestors once called their own!
Play the music of that island green,
And dance the dances dear to those long gone!
Time again to fill their dancing shoes,
Reawakening the ghosts within,
In touch with some incendiary muse,
Channeling the beauty that had been.
Knowledge is not merely of the mind:
'Tis of the arms and legs, the throat, the heart.
Sing, that you not lose your soul to time!
Dance, that you might nurture it through art!
As all your passions quickly become past,
Yet you may give life to things that last.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

Audio and Video Music: Runnin Partner. By Aaron Lieberman. Music free to use at YouTube. Illustration Credit: AI.

 

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Cheryl, Unlike Most, Has to Decide

 

A name poem for Cheryl, who has inoperable cancer:

 

Cheryl, unlike most, had to decide,
Having inoperable cancer, whether being --
Each moment she was thinking, knowing, seeing --
Remained worth the cure she must abide,
Yearning to know what the future had to hide,
Looking at God's gift horse eye to eye.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

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"Purim" Means "Lots," Which Wicked Haman Threw

 A poem for Purim that juxtaposes human intent and God’s:

 

“Purim” means “lots,” which wicked Haman threw,
Understanding thus the gods would choose,
Regarding when to massacre the Jews,
Ignorant of whose intent was whose,
More God's lot than any lot he drew.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

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Forty-Three's a Summer Afternoon

 

A number poem about being at the age of forty-three:

 

Forty-three's a summer afternoon

On a weekday bathed in molten light.

Rivers slide through pools of gold. Bright birds

Take off from branches thick with sheltering leaves.

Yet shadows start to lengthen 'cross the lawn.

 

There you are, listening for a tune,

Hearing one from somewhere out of sight,

Remembering the song, but not the words.

Every note's a joy, a gift one grieves.

Every night's another chance for dawn.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

Audio and Video Music: White River. By Aakash Gandhi. Music free to use at YouTube. Illustration Credit: AI.

 

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Politics Must Temper Greed with Dreams

 

A poem for Presidents Day:

 

Politics must temper greed with dreams,
Regarding both as reasons to seek power,
Ends that would forego non-peaceful means
So long as each in turn might claim its hour.
In such ebb and flow the Founders found
Democracy, that perfect imperfection,
Establishing for all a common ground:
None rule without winning an election.
The key to governance is compromise,
Seeking a consensus that will yield,
'Mid interest groups of every stripe and size,
Distinct majorities that power wield.
Autocrats take power by violent means,
Yet democrats take power through greed and dreams.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

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You Are the Landscape of My Life

 

A poem for Valentine’s Day:

 

You are the landscape of my life,
The only place I feel at home,
The view familiar to my heart,
The woods and fields I call my own.

 

You are the music of my life,
The melody I silent sing,
The harmony beneath my words,
The rhythm of my wandering.

 

You are the space in which I live,
The boundary of my ecstasy,
The pleasure palace of my dreams,
The flesh that fills my fantasy.

 

All this you are to me and more,
A soul so much a part of mine
That when I look within, you are
In me, my love, my valentine.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

Audio and Video Music: Kiss the Sky. By Aakash Gandhi. Music free to use at YouTube. Illustration Credit: AI.

 

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