Wednesday, October 31, 2018

Have a Look in the Mirror of Your Dreams

October 31, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is Halloween, which is celebrated today, Oct. 31.

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A Halloween poem about the realities behind the fantasies of horror.

Have a look in the mirror of your dreams:
All the horrors that you see are real.
Lest you think the world is as it seems,
Let your skin crawl, your frozen blood congeal.
Of fear and fantasy now take your fill.
Wells of sorrow lie beneath your feet.
Each sun-drenched field you mercilessly till
Endures to see your ultimate defeat.
Now let yourself let go your last conceit.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Halloween
10/31: Have a Look in the Mirror of Your Dreams

Tuesday, October 30, 2018

Happy, Happy Halloween

October 30, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is Halloween, which will be celebrated tomorrow, Oct. 31.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A Halloween poem that contrasts the pleasures of the living with the suffering of ghosts:

Happy, Happy Halloween!
A funhouse till tomorrow!
Let the living squirm and scream!
Leave the dead to sorrow.
Only ghosts endure such pain,
Well beyond their age,
Each undone again, again,
Each condemned to rage.
Nor can they turn the page.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Halloween
10/30: Happy, Happy Halloween

Sunday, October 28, 2018

Brooms Inspire Restless Witches

October 29, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is Halloween, which is celebrated on Oct. 31.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A Halloween poem about witches itching to ride their brooms:

Brooms inspire restless witches
Ready for their midnight rides,
Overcome by urgent itches
One indulges to survive.
Maybe you will see them soon
Shrieking as they cross the moon.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Halloween
10/29: Brooms Inspire Restless Witches

Saturday, October 27, 2018

I Cannot Think You're Not Alive Somewhere

October 28, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is belief in the supernatural.

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A poem about the origin of the belief in life after death:

I cannot think you're not alive somewhere.
I think of you just as I did before.
No sudden gust of wind has closed the door
Or made your presence vanish in thin air.
I write you this because I know you're there;
That even after death there must be more.
So does faith one's inner sun restore
After bitter darkness few can bear.
My mind and heart have not yet lost a friend
Even though my senses are bereft,
For you remain the witness of my soul.
No mere accident our love can end
So long as I have will and memory left,
And you lie silent on some unknown shoal.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Belief in the Supernatural
10/22: Janae
10/23: Natalie
10/25: Martin
10/28: I Cannot Think You’re Not Alive Somewhere

Children Who Die Are Not Really Gone

October 27, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is belief in the supernatural.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A poem about the place where children go after they die:

Children who die are not really gone,
But go to a place that is something like home,
Where they sleep the deep sleep, as quiet as stone,
Until we can join them when our lives are done.

Children who die are not really dead,
But just like good children tucked into bed,
Wait the long wait while we go ahead
Till our tales are all told and our tears are all shed.

Children who die feel no pleasure or pain
In the place where they wait till they see us again,
And all of us dance in a world washed with rain
Where the sun shines so brightly no sorrows remain.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Belief in the Supernatural
10/22: Janae
10/23: Natalie
10/25: Martin
10/27: Children Who Die Are Not Really Gone

Thursday, October 25, 2018

Several Days Before I Was to Die

October 26, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is belief in the supernatural.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A poem about an apparent miracle:

Several days before I was to die
A white dove flew into my garden.
It had one black spot on its tail,
As though a drop of ink had soiled
Its purity. It looked at me
As birds do: head sideways,
Neck twisted, almost upside down;
Then went the other way, fluttered,
Cooed, straightened, and stared at me
With more than human stillness. Our eyes
Met, and I felt some understanding
Pass between us, as though it sensed
I was to die and felt compassion.
And then I knew that I would live.

Weeks after my miracle
The dove returned, nesting near me,
An ordinary bird. Of course
I hold it dear. But who lived in
Its eyes? Whose compassion sent
The silent thoughts that turned my will?
I know my own imagination
May have spoken through the bird,
Lifting me from death. But surely
What we'll never understand
Far surpasses what we know.
The dove knows more than we. And I,
Returned from death, am like a boulder
Lifted up and left upon the shore
By some majestic wave.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Belief in the Supernatural
10/22: Janae
10/23: Natalie
10/25: Martin
10/26: Several Days Before I Was to Die

Wednesday, October 24, 2018

Martin

October 25, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is belief in the supernatural.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A name poem hoping that a dead son has found life after death:

Martin died at twenty-four;
A second transplant failed.
Rest in peace, my darling boy,
The lantern of my life and joy;
In death find life unveiled.
Nor can one hope for more.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Belief in the Supernatural
10/22: Janae
10/23: Natalie
10/25: Martin

Tuesday, October 23, 2018

Happy Fifth Anniversary

October 24, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is belief in the supernatural.

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A fifth anniversary poem using a supernatural belief in angels as decoration:

Happy fifth anniversary!
Angels hover near!
Perhaps you cannot see them, but,
Pleased as punch, they're here!
Yet if you doubt, just listen,
For music does not lie.
In zillions they are singing;
For you they fill the sky,
Their rainbowed wings aflutter,
Hosanna-ing on high!

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Belief in the Supernatural
10/22: Janae
10/23: Natalie
10/24: Happy Fifth Anniversary

Natalie

October 23, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is belief in the supernatural.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A name poem for a woman whose mentors are angels:

Natalie believes she's been with angels.
A few brought back her mother from the dead.
Though, of course, she lives in our age,
Awash in lust, greed, cruelty, and rage,
Like her mentors, she finds inner grace
In love of all there is. Life's joy is fed
Each day for her by truths that leave no trace.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Belief in the Supernatural
10/22: Janae
10/23: Natalie

Sunday, October 21, 2018

Janae

October 22, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is belief in the supernatural.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A name poem for a woman who believes that angels are humans who died:

Janae sees the angels spread their wings
And speaks to them of life before they died.
None of them is sad, though sadness sings
As beautifully of where they now abide,
Eternal in an ether vast and wide.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Belief in the Supernatural
10/22: Janae

There Was No Love More Genuine than Mine

October 21, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is the death of a pet.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

An epitaph for a cat named Tiger:

There was no love more genuine than mine;
In giving and receiving it was pure.
Grieve not, for my legacy is pleasure,
Each memory a gift that will endure,
Returning gifts you gave me in my time.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Death of a Pet
10/17: Jasmine
10/18: Lady
10/21: There Was No Love More Genuine than Mine

Friday, October 19, 2018

No Man or Child Could Love You More than I

October 20, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is the death of a pet.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

An epitaph for a not-always-obedient dog named Nimrod:

No man or child could love you more than I.
In you I found my master, god, and friend.
Maybe there were claims I did contend,
Refusing to do this or that, but my
Only happiness was in your love,
Deserved or not, a grace my will would prove.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Death of a Pet
10/17: Jasmine
10/18: Lady
10/20: No Man or Child Could Love You More than I

Thursday, October 18, 2018

Maybe I Was Skittish Among Strangers

October 19, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is the death of a pet.

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An epitaph for a cat named Morghan, who died early:

Maybe I was skittish among strangers:
Only you, my loved ones, owned my heart.
Racing into hiding, I would know,
Given time, the foreigners would go:
Here was home, in which they had no part.
As though I knew my fate, I dodged all dangers;
Nor could I alter it, for all my art.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Death of a Pet
10/17: Jasmine
10/18: Lady
10/19: Maybe I Was Skittish Among Strangers

Wednesday, October 17, 2018

Lady

October 18, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is the death of a pet.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A name poem for a deceased pet dog named Lady:

Lady was a lover to the bone.
All she wanted out of life was me.
Death might indicate that she is gone,
Yet she is here, and here will always be.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Death of a Pet
10/17: Jasmine
10/18: Lady

Jasmine

October 17, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is the death of a pet.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A name poem for a deceased pet ferret named Jasmine:

Jasmine was my best, most loyal friend,
A lover to the bone, all hot affection.
Squirming out the moment I came near,
Making for my nose or inner ear,
In ecstasy she'd lick away dejection,
Nuzzling with neither strategy nor end.
Even death has made her no less dear.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Death of a Pet
10/17: Jasmine

Monday, October 15, 2018

Ever I Loved You, Though I Could Not Have You

October 16, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is the death of a pet.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

An epitaph for a cat named Emily, who was dominated by her larger sister Charlotte:

Ever I loved you, though I could not have you.
Most of my life was lived in Charlotte's shadow.
I stalked the house, meowing, muttering,
Love my joy, my burden, and my sorrow.
Yet not in silence did I do without you.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Death of a Pet
10/16: Ever I Loved You, Though I Could Not HaveYou

Sunday, October 14, 2018

Could I But Give You Comfort in My Death

October 15, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is the death of a pet.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

An epitaph for a cat named Charlotte:

Could I but give you comfort in my death,
How might I tell you what you meant to me?
All I did, both night and day, was love you,
Rulers of my kingdom and my heart.
Like gods, at last you claimed my painful breath,
Opening the door to mystery,
The final gift of all the gifts you gave me,
Taking what I could no longer give you,
Even at the end, with all my art.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Death of a Pet
10/15: Could I But Give You Comfort in My Death

The Future Has No Indians

October 14, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is indigenous peoples in honor of Indigenous People’s Day, which was celebrated on October 8.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A poem about a future in which there are no indigenous peoples, and a desperate search for them:

The future has no Indians,
No Pacific coast.
Its mines are planets,
Its fire stars.
Huge colonies hover
Like worshippers,
Arms outstretched,
While galleons sail
On solar wind.
There are forty quintillion
Amazon jungles
Per single, sated termite,
And the only things
People tend to run out of
Are numbers.
But far out at the edges,
In ships that cube the speed of light,
A few daring scouts
Search desperately
For Indians.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Indigenous Peoples
10/14: The Future Has No Indians

Friday, October 12, 2018

What Do We Owe the Dispossessed

October 13, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is indigenous peoples in honor of Indigenous People’s Day, which was celebrated on October 8.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A poem for Indigenous People’s Day about what more recent immigrants owe indigenous peoples:

What do we owe the dispossessed?
Whose hunting grounds are now our playgrounds,
Our subdivisions, shopping malls, parking lots,
Our sidewalks, streets, highways, postage-stamp lawns,
Our homes?

Truly, what do we owe them?
Whose sacred places are now our toxic wastelands,
Or paved over by concrete or macadam,
Or made over into ersatz wilderness
From which they are the one native animal
Which is excluded?

What do we owe them?
Who have moved into quarters long since
Vacated by genocide?
Whose ancestors were oceans away,
Victims of their own genocides?

What do we owe the dispossessed,
Who are now in possession?

Must not those who enjoy the stolen fruit
Assume the burden?

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Indigenous Peoples
10/13: What Do We Owe the Dispossessed

The Trail of Tears

October 12, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is indigenous peoples in honor of Indigenous People’s Day, which was celebrated on October 8.

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Excerpts for Indigenous People’s Day from Andrew Jackson’s message to Congress, “On Indian Removal” (1830), and The Memorial of the Cherokee Nation (1830):

THE TRAIL OF TEARS

JACKSON: It gives me pleasure to announce to Congress
That the benevolent policy of the Government,
Steadily pursued for nearly thirty years,
In relation to the removal of the Indians beyond the white settlements
Is approaching to a happy consummation.
What good man would prefer
A country covered with forests
And ranged by a few thousand savages
To our extensive Republic,
Studded with cities, towns, and prosperous farms
Embellished with all the improvements
Which art can devise or industry execute,
Occupied by more than 12,000,000 happy people,
And filled with all the blessings of liberty, civilization and religion?

CHEROKEE NATION: We wish to remain on the land of our fathers.
We have a perfect and original right to remain without interruption or molestation.
The treaties with us, and laws of the United States
Made in pursuance of treaties,
Guaranty our residence and our privileges,
And secure us against intruders.
Our only request is, that these treaties may be fulfilled,
And these laws executed.

JACKSON: It will separate the Indians from immediate contact with settlements of whites;
Free them from the power of the States;
Enable them to pursue happiness in their own way and under their own rude institutions;
Will retard the progress of decay, which is lessening their numbers,
And perhaps cause them gradually, under the protection of the Government
And through the influence of good counsels,
To cast off their savage habits
And become an interesting, civilized, and Christian community.

CHEROKEE NATION: If we are compelled to leave our country,
We see nothing but ruin before us.
The country west of the Arkansas territory is unknown to us.
All the inviting parts of it, as we believe, are preoccupied by various Indian nations,
To which it has been assigned.
They would regard us as intruders.
The far greater part of that region is,
Beyond all controversy,
Badly supplied with wood and water;
And no Indian tribe can live as agriculturists without these articles.
All our neighbors . . . would speak a language totally different from ours,
And practice different customs.
Were the country to which we are urged much better than it is represented to be,
Still it is not the land of our birth,
Nor of our affections.
It contains neither the scenes of our childhood,
Nor the graves of our fathers. . .

JACKSON: Rightly considered, the policy of the General Government toward the red man
Is not only liberal, but generous.
He is unwilling to submit to the laws of the States
And mingle with their population.
To save him from this alternative, or perhaps utter annihilation,
The General Government kindly offers him a new home,
And proposes to pay the whole expense of his removal and settlement.

CHEROKEE NATION: We have been called a poor, ignorant, and degraded people.
We certainly are not rich;
Nor have we ever boasted of our knowledge,
Or our moral or intellectual elevation.
But there is not a man within our limits
So ignorant as not to know
That he has a right to live on the land of his fathers,
In the possession of his immemorial privileges,
And that this right has been acknowledged by the United States;
Nor is there a man so degraded
As not to feel a keen sense of injury,
On being deprived of his right
And driven into exile . . .

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Indigenous Peoples
10/12: The Trail of Tears

Thursday, October 11, 2018

a-La-Tai-Me-She-Kia-Kiak

October 11, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is indigenous peoples in honor of Indigenous People’s Day, which was celebrated on October 8.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A poem for Indigenous People’s Day, based on eyewitness accounts and military histories, of the Massacre at Bad-Axe, which occurred Aug. 1-2, 1832:

a-La-Tai-Me-She-Kia-Kiak,
Known to the Whites as Black Hawk,
Crossed back over the Mississippi in 1832
To return to our ancestral village, Saukenuk,
From which we had been driven the year before.

He had hoped for help from the Winnebago,
The Potawatomi, and the British in Canada,
But when he received none, he waved the white flag
And tried to cross back over to Iowa,
He and his 500 warriors, and his 1500 women and children,
To give up our homeland forever.
And I was with him.

The Illinois militia pursued us,
Though we waved the white flag many times
And wished to leave in peace,
And we fought with them along the way
Until we came to the Mississippi,
Near where a tributary called the Bad Axe
Joined the great river.

There was a steamboat on the river
With canons and sharpshooters,
And again we waved the white flag,
And again we were ignored.

The canons and sharpshooters let loose,
Killing many as we tried to cross the river,
Killing many hiding on small islands
And behind fallen trees and swampland
On the river’s banks.

And we fought back, thinking to die with honor
There on the great river
That lay between our home
And the place of our banishment.
Two days we fought them
Until many of us were dead,
And those remaining had nothing more to fire.

I saw the white men taking scalps.
Some cut strips of flesh from our warriors’ backs
To serve as razor strops.
They took 400 women and children prisoner,
Along with the warriors that were left.
No one knows how many warriors, women, and children
Were massacred in the river, on the islands, and on the banks.

One warrior, in pride and grief,
Banged his head against the steamboat’s rail
Until he was dead.
But I, less brave than he,
To my eternal dishonor and shame,
Survived.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Indigenous Peoples
10/11: a-La-Tai-Me-She-Kia-Kiak

Wednesday, October 10, 2018

Indians? Just Get a Few

October 10, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is indigenous peoples in honor of Indigenous People’s Day, which was celebrated on October 8.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A poem for Indigenous People’s Day about how many indigenous tribes lost their land to speculators:

Indians? Just get a few
Drunk and have them sign the thing.
Any Indians will do,

Though of the right tribe. Then you
Take it to court, to me, and bring
The Indians, just a few --

Chiefs this time, if you can -- to view
The words that will their wandering.
Though any Indians will do.

Then some pleas I’ll get you through
Before we turn to exiling
The Indians, just a few

I’ll quickly rule against, then cue
The troops to start the harrowing.
Any Indians will do,

Until they get the message. You
Can start to buy up land by spring.
So get some Indians -- just a few.
Any Indians will do.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Indigenous Peoples
10/10: Indians? Just Get a Few

Tuesday, October 9, 2018

We Have Become an Endangered Species

October 9, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is indigenous peoples in honor of Indigenous People’s Day, which was celebrated on October 8.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A poem for Indigenous People’s Day about Native Americans as an endangered species:

We have become an endangered species
Dying for lack of habitat,
Like lions, like bison, like elephants, wolves,
Restricted to government reservations.

Dying for lack of habitat,
Many have turned from our ancestors’ ways.
Restricted to government reservations,
We cannot travel the road of the seasons.

Many have turned from our ancestors’ ways
And the land that we sprang from like acorns, like berries.
We cannot travel the road of the seasons,
Cut off from its bounty by barbed-wire fences.

The land that we sprang from like acorns, like berries,
Like lions, like bison, like elephants, wolves,
Cut off from its bounty by barbed-wire fences,
We have become an endangered species.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Indigenous Peoples
10/9: We Have Become an Endangered Species

Monday, October 8, 2018

Indians Are, of Course, Not Indians

October 8, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is indigenous peoples in honor of Indigenous People’s Day, which is celebrated today, October 8.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A poem for Indigenous People’s Day about the mislabeling of the American indigenous peoples:

Indians are, of course, not Indians.
Nor were they ever Indians.
Denying their identities,
Inventing labels as we please,
Allows, of course, their genocide.
No word is ever innocent.
So names enable fratricide.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Indigenous Peoples
10/8: Indians Are, of Course, Not Indians

Saturday, October 6, 2018

Seventy-Nine3

October 7, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is age.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A number poem for a seventy-nine year old about reaching old age:

Seventy-nine – My God! – is almost eighty!
Eventually, I guess, one does get old.
Vistas of the past engage the mind,
Elegies for what lies far behind,
Now interspliced with scenes just barely cold,
The long ago concurrent with the lately,
Years and decades onto one screen scrolled.

Now one’s state of being is more stately,
In movement and in contour more confined.
Nor could one differ, were one so inclined,
Embracing life’s decrees as life unfolds.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Age
10/1: Three
10/2: Eight
10/4: Forty-One
10/5: Fifty
10/6: Sixty-One
10/7: Seventy-Nine

Sixty-One4

October 6, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is age.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A number poem for a sixty-one year old about looking for a landing place:

Sixty-one surveys the rocky shore,
Intent on landing somewhere safe and sound.
X's on a map show nothing more
Than places where a ship might run aground.
Yet time moves on, and harbor must be found.

One never can know whither one is bound,
Nor what the fate one chooses has in store,
Ever till one’s ship the next point rounds.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Age
10/1: Three
10/2: Eight
10/4: Forty-One
10/5: Fifty
10/6: Sixty-One

Thursday, October 4, 2018

Fifty6

October 5, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is age.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A number poem of astonishment at reaching fifty:

Fifty isn’t half a century.
It couldn’t be! The numbers must be wrong!
For centuries cannot apply to me.
There is no way my life could be that long!
Yet numbers never lie. Unfortunately.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Age
10/1: Three
10/2: Eight
10/4: Forty-One
10/5: Fifty

Forty-One6

October 4, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is age.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A number poem for a forty-one year old about the passage of time:

Forty-one is not yet past his prime --
Older, to be sure, but far from old.
Revelations come and go with time,
Their streams of wisdom running hot and cold,
Yet here and there he pans a bit of gold.

One's life is too voluminous to hold,
Nor can one slow each year's departing chime,
Even as each breath remains sublime.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Age
10/1: Three
10/2: Eight
10/4: Forty-One

Tuesday, October 2, 2018

There Is No Moment When One's Youth Is Over

October 3, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is age.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A number poem for a twenty-nine year old about the end of youth:

There is no moment when one’s youth is over,
When one has reached the boundary of what will
Endure until the onset of one’s age.
No birthday will announce that change of stage,
That crossing into finity, until
You can look back and see that you are older.

Now you are and feel as young as ever,
In hope and thought and yearning youthful still.
Nor are your dreams less grand than your endeavors,
Even as each year you turn the page.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Age
10/1: Three
10/2: Eight
10/3: There Is No Moment When One’s Youth Is Over