Poem of the Week

June 30, 2011 #640

Dear Subscriber:

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

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."

You can post a comment on the poem or read other comments on it at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Just think of how it was that hot July
Under threat of being hanged for treason.
Let yourself have faith enough to die,
Yet let that faith be in the power of reason.
Feel the heady fear of rash rebellion,
Of chaos, blood, death, vengeance, mayhem, blight.
Unleash with noble words that ancient hellion
Reigning cruelly over years of night.
They turned out to be right, those bold, brave men.
However, think what terrors faced them then.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Poem of the Week

June 23, 2011 #639

Dear Subscriber:

This week’s poem of the week is a poem for Summer.

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."

You can post a comment on the poem or read other comments on it at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Summer lies luxuriant
Underneath a brutal sun.
Mayhem rules the tranquil scene,
Murder nothing can redeem,
Even as days slowly run,
Rich, well-favored, indolent.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Poem of the Week

June 16, 2011 #638

Dear Subscriber:

This week’s poem of the week is a poem for Father'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."

You can post a comment on the poem or read other comments on it at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Happy first Father's Day!
All is as planned:
Passion, then parenthood --
Pipsqueak in hand!
Yet now there are burdens,
Far more than before,
And hours devoted
To one much-loved chore.
How beautiful! One is
Entangled in life,
Rendered to love
'Twixt child and wife.
So beautiful! One learns
Delight is a choice,
A part long-since written
Yet heeding your voice.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Poem of the Week

June 9, 2011 #637

Dear Subscriber:

This week’s poem of the week is a graduation 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."

You can post a comment on the poem or read other comments on it at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.

Yours,

Nick Gordon

There'll never be a better time than now,
When all the world's before us, yet unseen.
We haven't made the choices that define us,
But we are grown and ready to begin.

Nostalgic in advance, we know well how
We'll miss this place, our friends, and all that's been
Precious to us here, when time will find us
Far away, with much that's changed within.

Can we stop to realize just how good
A time this is, as it's about to end?
Despite our troubles, heartaches, fears, and hungers,
It is a moment most of us will treasure.

But nothing can be fully understood
Except in hindsight, which will comprehend
The beauty that now runs between our fingers,
And savor it with longing and with pleasure.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Poem of the Week

June 2, 2011 #636

Dear Subscriber:

This week’s poem of the week is a wedding 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."

You can post a comment on the poem or read other comments on it at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.

Yours,

Nick Gordon

A vow is both a promise and a sign
That I am sure enough that this is true
To say it publicly, not just to you,
But to all of those whose lives we here combine.
And so I vow to love you all my life,
To give you joy, for that is joy to me,
To be for you what I would have you be:
Each a home for each as man and wife.
I vow to give myself to that one self
Engendered by our mystical embrace,
And to nurture it through years of love and will.
For only thus we cross the inner gulf
That lies between our consciousness and grace,
Blessed by love, that makes good of all ill.

© by Nicholas Gordon