Labor Is Identity

August 29, 2013 #752

Dear Subscriber:

This week’s poem of the week is a poem for Labor 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/week.html.

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Labor is identity
As one is what one does.
Beware the work that will not sculpt
One into what one would.
Remember well the bunko bees,
Defined by work that is
Awash in ugliness and guilt,
Yielding little good.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Watch me recite the poem on YouTube at http://youtu.be/QhzcumHl0jI.

Sing of Who and Where and What You Are

August 22, 2013 #751

Dear Subscriber:

This week’s poem of the week is a birthday 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/week.html.

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Sing of who and where and what you are
In celebration of your day of birth!
X marks the moment you came into being,
The start of your identity on Earth.
Yet one still yearns to see beyond the bar.

The mystery is never more or less.
Here must be a miracle, and now;
Reality's a miracle, and seeing
Each moment come and go, as years allow,
Even as you sing, and being bless!

© by Nicholas Gordon

Watch me recite the poem on YouTube at http://youtu.be/7qAFeLVMWOg.

Agatha

August 15, 2013 #750

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/week.html.

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Agatha is plain, old-fashioned good --
Giving, caring, loving, generous, kind.
A person doesn't get that way by chance,
Though much can be explained by circumstance.
Her will remains the servant of her mind
As she molds what character she would.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Watch me recite the poem on YouTube at http://youtu be/Nkse9uVGx8I.

Each Fast Is like a Cleansing of the Soul

August 8, 2013 #749

Dear Subscriber:

This week’s poem of the week is a poem for Eid al-Fitr.

You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com/week.html.

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Each fast is like a cleansing of the soul
In which one's thoughts are purified by prayer,
Deepened by connection to the whole
As one becomes somehow more simply there.
Leaving the sweet holiday behind,
Families feast to bid it fond farewell.
If Ramadan rewards the heart and mind,
The feast rewards the long-neglected shell
Returning to the palace of the wind.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Watch me recite the poem on YouTube at  http://youtu.be/2kus4XznEFw.