Reason Says, of Course, that There's No Book

September 30, 2019

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year, which began this year at sunset on Sept. 29 and will end at nightfall on October 1.

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A poem for Rosh Hashanah about how prayer can reshape fate even for those who do not believe in the Book of Life:

Reason says, of course, that there's no Book

Of Life in which one is, or not, inscribed.

Still, repentance can affect one's fate.

How well one loves, or not, can still reshape

How well the year turns out. The soul revived

Attends to what the wayward soul forsook.

So does the myth remake the everyday,

Holding out the hope that fervent prayer

Actually might make one's fortune better.

Nor ought one judge the legend by the letter,

As what is writ enriches what is there,

Having set forth well both will and way.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Rosh Hashanah

9/30: Reason Says, of Course, that There’s No Book

Some Pass Silently Across the Stage

September 8, 2019

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Note: I will be away from 9/9 to 9/29. The next poem of the day will be posted on 9/30.

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is work in honor of Labor Day, which was celebrated on September 2.

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

A number poem about the vocation of an artist:

Some pass silently across the stage,

Exuberant, embittered, at peace, in pain.

Vividly, some make a different choice,

Ear to the window of their inner voice,

Necessary framers of their age.

They sing, dance, write, paint – every passion drain.

Yet no work of such love can be in vain.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Work

9/2: Unions Are a Gift of Our Own Giving

9/3: Let Unions Bear Some Blame for Their Demise

9/4: Life for Most of Us Has Not Improved

9/5: For You, Who Do Such Good, There Should Be Joy

9/6: Just Think About Desire and Circumstance

9/7: For You There’ll Always Be the Gift of Beauty

9/8: Some Pass Silently Across the Stage

For You There'll Always Be the Gift of Beauty

September 7, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is work in honor of Labor Day, which was celebrated on September 2.

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

A number poem to an adolescent intending to become an artist:

For you there’ll always be the gift of beauty

In everything you hear or see or do --

Feelings captured in a word or scene,

The imagined face that seems to more than seem,

Each lucid sky that seems more blue than blue,

Each bit of grace you share, the artist’s duty,

Needing to give life to more than you.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Work

9/2: Unions Are a Gift of Our Own Giving

9/3: Let Unions Bear Some Blame for Their Demise

9/4: Life for Most of Us Has Not Improved

9/5: For You, Who Do Such Good, There Should Be Joy

9/6: Just Think About Desire and Circumstance

9/7: For You There’ll Always Be the Gift of Beauty

Just Think About Desire and Circumstance

September 6, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is work in honor of Labor Day, which was celebrated on September 2.

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

A name poem to someone forced into retirement:

Just think about desire and circumstance:

One might make of fortune what one would.

However things turn out by choice or chance,

No devastation lacks some seeds of good.

Maybe one enjoyed one’s sense of power

Employed in the pursuit of some ideal,

Liking well one’s presence in each hour,

Engaged in matters more intensely real.

No doubt. But one has much that one might treasure,

Days of useful work and days of pleasure,

Enjoying children, grandchildren, and wife,

Zestful still, and full of vivid life.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Work

9/2: Unions Are a Gift of Our Own Giving

9/3: Let Unions Bear Some Blame for Their Demise

9/4: Life for Most of Us Has Not Improved

9/5: For You, Who Do Such Good, There Should Be Joy

9/6: Just Think About Desire and Circumstance

For You, Who Do Such Good, There Should Be Joy

September 5, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is work in honor of Labor Day, which was celebrated on September 2.

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

A number poem for a surgeon, wishing her joy commensurate with the good she does:

For you, who do such good, there should be joy.

Only joy, pure joy, should fill your heart.

Rendered rightly, all your days should dance,

Taking pleasure in your well-honed art,

Yielding grace that should your spirits buoy.

For you, who spend your days in love’s employ,

In healing those in pain through age or chance,

Vested in your unforgiving part,

Each longing should find all the joy life grants.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Work

9/2: Unions Are a Gift of Our Own Giving

9/3: Let Unions Bear Some Blame for Their Demise

9/4: Life for Most of Us Has Not Improved

9/5: For You, Who Do Such Good, There Should Be Joy

Life for Most of Us Has Not Improved

September 4, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is work in honor of Labor Day, which was celebrated on September 2.

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

A Labor Day poem about the suffering of billions of people and what might be done about it:

Life for most of us has not improved.

A few billion live in agony.

Beasts live better, and are far more free.

Of course, the rest of us are deeply moved.

Remember, then, though business may be brisk,

Decency demands we buy and sell

At prices that reward the labor well,

Yet yield returns that justify the risk.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Work

9/2: Unions Are a Gift of Our Own Giving

9/3: Let Unions Bear Some Blame for Their Demise

9/4: Life for Most of Us Has Not Improved

Let Unions Bear Some Blame for Their Demise

September 3, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is work in honor of Labor Day, which was celebrated yesterday, September 2.

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

A Labor Day poem about how corruption in unions helped weaken them:

Let unions bear some blame for their demise.

All were not corrupt, but far too many

Blessed the criminals and kissed their rings,

Organized to serve only themselves.

Remember what is lost when something dies

Despite the need for it. There isn't any

Alternative to what true union brings –

Yearning that with shared resolve rebels.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Work

9/2: Unions Are a Gift of Our Own Giving

9/3: Let Unions Bear Some Blame for Their Demise

Unions Are a Gift of Our Own Giving

September 2, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is work in honor of Labor Day, which is celebrated today, September 2.

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

A poem about the value of unions:

Unions are a gift of our own giving,

Nor can we stand without a common spine.

Immense together, miniscule alone;

Organized, a mountain; else a stone;

Needing us to get what's yours and mine:

So must all join that each might make a living.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Work

9/2: Unions Are a Gift of Our Own Giving

Perhaps an Angel Told You Once of Love

September 1, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

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

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

A name poem about love as a name for the winds that move the heart:

Perhaps an angel told you once of love,

A spirit pure, not knowing fear or shame.

Until that whispered word, perhaps, you came

Less willing to the winds that some hearts move,

After which you had for them a name.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Love

8/26: Fortune Comes and Goes; Love Abides

8/27: Sing of Love and Love-Sustaining Passion

8/28: Sing of Lasting Love, the Gift of Eden

8/29: Norma Likes to Linger in My Heart

8/30: Jeremy Is All I Ever Wanted

8/31: Vic and Jennifer Are Deep in Love

9/1: Perhaps an Angel Told You Once of Love