Here You Are, Already Eight

August 27, 2015

Dear Subscriber:

This week’s poem of the week is birthday poem for an eight year old.

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Here you are, already eight!
It must be something that you ate!
Or is it just the proper date
For someone your age to be eight?

Just yesterday you weren’t eight.
You were still seven. Isn’t it great
In just one day, on just one date,
To suddenly jump from seven to eight?

So Happy Birthday! Happy Eight!
From early dawn to very late!
And till again you see this date,
Have a good time being eight!

© by Nicholas Gordon

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Never Do What You Resent

August 20, 2015

Dear Subscriber:

This week’s poem of the week is a psychological poem about making good choices.

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Never do what you resent,
But give your choices your consent.
And what you would no longer choose,
Have the courage to refuse.

Giving is a gift that one
Gives oneself when all is done.
For to be whole, one must be part,
Well connected through the heart.

A gift should be for love or beauty,
Never solely out of duty,
Never out of guilt or fear
Of seeming something less than dear.

So choose your chains, if such there be,
And keep your sense of sovereignty,
Doing freely out of love
What else might fortune’s bondage prove.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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The Only Hope for Happiness

August 13, 2015

Dear Subscriber:

This week’s poem of the week is a philosophical number poem about the nature of happiness.

Yours,

Nick Gordon

The only hope for happiness
Has neither eyes nor ears.
Instead it sings a melody
Reason rarely hears,
The descant of its gratitude:
Yearning, love, and tears.

For it, all things are equable
In Being's golden light,
Vast as everything that is,
Embracing bloom and blight.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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Adeline

August 6, 2015

Dear Subscriber:

This week’s poem of the week is a name poem for Adeline, who likes old-fashioned things.

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Adeline likes old-fashioned things:
Dirt roads twisting through hand-tended fields;
Eggs from hens that strut across the yard;
Long wooden tables, faded, pocked, and scarred;
In steel containers, milk that butter yields;
Night unlit, that far-flung glory brings;
Ebullient day, that buzzes, chirps, and sings.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite the poem and listen to the music I chose for it at http://www.poemsforfree.com/week.html. For more name poems, go to http://www.poemsforfree.com/namepoems.html .