Poem of the Week: September 2020

Wednesday, September 30, 2020

How Can I Know So Surely that I'll Love You

September 30, 2020

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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 https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.

A love poem about the certainty of love:

How can I know so surely that I'll love you
No matter what the future has in store?
Time is like a cave in which our torches
Show only the circumference of our minds.

But love is will far more than it is passion,
Though passion may at first sustain the will.
One chooses love the way one chooses faith
Because that is the way that heaven lies.

My love for you is vaster than the ocean,
More rich in loveliness than coral seas.
I could no more relinquish it than let go
Willingly the precious gift of life.

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/howc10.html. For more love poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/lovepoems.html .

This week’s theme: Love
September 28: Pleasures Come and Go: Love Abides
September 29: I Don’t Know Why My Feelings Are So Strong
September 30: How Can I Know So Surely that I’ll Love You

Tuesday, September 29, 2020

I Don't Know Why My Feelings Are So Strong

September 29, 2020

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 https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.

A love poem asking for love to be requited:

I don't know why my feelings are so strong.
It's as if some giant crane jerked me aloft
And swings me through the softness of the night.

I don't blame you if you're scared, for so am I.
It's as if I'm deep beneath the sea:
Though life is vivid, I can hardly breathe.

Free me from my anguish; come with me!
The two of us can wing across our skies
Gliding where we will in joy and love.

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/idontk.html. For more love poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/lovepoems.html .

This week’s theme: Love
September 28: Pleasures Come and Go: Love Abides
September 29: I Don’t Know Why My Feelings Are So Strong

Monday, September 28, 2020

Pleasures Come and Go; Love Abides

September 28, 2020

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 https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.

A love poem that compares love to pleasure:

Pleasures come and go; love abides.
Joy comes only at the risk of pain.
The wise know well the rhythms of the tides.

For love, just like an organ tone, resides
Beneath the ebb and flow that it sustains.
Pleasures come and go; love abides.

One loves beyond the need for choosing sides,
Beyond the calculus of loss and gain.
The wise know well the rhythms of the tides,

Know well the passions, purposes, and prides,
The wills and wishes that must wax and wane.
Pleasures come and go; love abides,

The truth within the truths that chafe and chide,
The truth that after truths expire remains.
The wise know well the rhythms of the tides,

The anguish and the happiness that ride
The waves' wild wash across life's sandy plain.
Pleasures come and go; love abides.
The wise know well the rhythms of the tides.

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/pleas7.html. For more love poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/lovepoems.html .

This week’s theme: Love
September 28: Pleasures Come and Go: Love Abides

Sunday, September 27, 2020

Lucy Has a Smile That Lights My Sky

September 27, 2020

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

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

A name poem in which love, as is often the case, seems fated:

Lucy has a smile that lights my sky.
Upon my life, I cannot tell you why.
Comely, sweet, and gracious, she's the one
Yon fates have singled out to be my sun.

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/lucy2.html. For more name poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/namepoems.html .

This week’s theme: Fate
September 21: Maybe There Is Solace in the Sunshine
September 22: Forty-Five Walks Along the Shore
September 23: The Wind the River Roils Well
September 24: Destinée Finds Destiny Appealing
September 25: Time Passes like Music
September 26: Stillness Is a Quality of Mind
September 27: Lucy Has a Smile That Lights My Sky

Friday, September 25, 2020

Stillness Is a Quality of Mind

September 26, 2020

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

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

A philosophical Season’s Greetings poem about an experience beyond time and fate:

Stillness is a quality of mind
Enduring for a brief eternal moment,
A mirror of pure being beyond time,
Stripped of love and joy, desire and torment.
One's lungs and heart must breathe, of course, and pulse,
Not free of change, of want, of need, of wear.
Still, one can be One, and nothing else,
Given space to be no more than there.
Remember, though, the reason for this state,
Entering again the everyday,
Embracing your contingency and fate,
The wanderer that time will take away.
If one can strip oneself of self and be
No more than being, here eternally,
Glancing at the bed beneath the stream,
So might one be both dreamer and the dream.

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/stilln.html. For more philosophical poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/philosophicalpoems.html .

Time Passes like Music

September 25, 2020

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

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

A philosophical number poem which compares free choice and fate to creating a melody against a given harmony:

Time passes like music, a tangle of voices
Harmonious, dissonant, yearning, resolved.
In turn it is passionate, calm, poignant, tearful,
Rhapsodic, despondent, a tumultuous earful,
The score of which leaves one with chances and choices,
Yet gives form and function to all those involved.
Sing, then, with love, as harmony dictates
Each note in a melody wholly your own.
Voices find freedom in shaping their own fates,
Even as each would sound poorly alone,
Needing the chords to make sense of each tone.

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/timepa.html. For more philosophical poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/philosophicalpoems.html .

Thursday, September 24, 2020

Destinée Finds Destiny Appealing

September 24, 2020

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

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

A philosophical name poem about a woman whose fate is less than she had hoped:

Destinée finds destiny appealing
Even as she knows that she is free.
Success then brings her to the granite ceiling
Telling her what is, or not, to be.
Immensities return her quiet keening,
Nor more nor less than what she knows is true:
Eventually, she must surrender meaning,
Exactly as it was her fate to do.

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/desti2.html. For more name poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/namepoems.html .

Tuesday, September 22, 2020

The Wind the River Roils Well

September 23, 2020

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

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

A philosophical poem in which the wind is a symbol of inexorable fate:

The wind the river roils well
And rocks like shells the boats offshore.
Reeds and cattails thrash and turn
As willows loose their streaming hair.

Soon the storm shall strip them bare
And wash downstream the whiplike ferns.
The river past its banks shall pour
And misery reduce to hell.

So do we all await the power
That rises with the rising wind.
The air electric sings of woe,
And darkness like a dirge descends.

Well do we know our fate depends
On more than we will ever know.
Nor will nor prayer that fate rescinds
Though grace attends each anxious hour.

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/thewin.html. For more philosophical poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/philosophicalpoems.html .

This week’s theme: Fate
September 21: Maybe There Is Solace in the Sunshine
September 22: Forty-Five Walks Along the Shore
September 23: The Wind the River Roils Well

Forty-Five Walks Along the Shore

September 22, 2020

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

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

A number poem about the nostalgic beauty of looking back at what fate and choice have wrought:

Forty-five walks along the shore
On which the years of fate and choice have thrown him,
Relishing the beauty they have shown him
Though looking out to sea for something more.
Yet he knows that life has much in store.

Feeling sings nostalgically within.
Infinity bursts weeping out of time.
Vivid memories come over him,
Each a fragment of some lost design.

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/45c.html. For more number poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/numberpoems.html .

This week’s theme: Fate
September 21: Maybe There Is Solace in the Sunshine
September 22: Forty-Five Walks Along the Shore

Sunday, September 20, 2020

Maybe There Is Solace in the Sunshine

September 21, 2020

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

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

A Mother’s Day poem for a woman whose fate it is to be childless:

Maybe there is solace in the sunshine
On the grass beneath the windows of your will.
The love's no less, not lost, although no child
Holds on to you. But elsewhere fate has smiled,
Embracing you with love that needs you still.
Remember that one's woe can turn to wine
Sipped beside a wide, white windowsill.

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/mayb20.html. For more Mother’s Day poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/mothersdaypoems.html .

This week’s theme: Fate
September 21: Maybe There Is Solace in the Sunshine

What a Life the Artist Lives Within

September 20, 2020

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

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

A philosophical poem about the artist’s innocence:

What a life the artist lives within!
Eden's innocence not left behind!
Ecstasy is everyday, and love
Is just one's ordinary state of mind.

Without, life still exacts its toll of pain.
Hunger is the engine of the will.
One commutes between despair and hope,
Even in the best times fearing ill.

Within, one dances to one's own sweet tune,
Elated with the beauty of one's art,
Walking in the gloom of midnight rain,
Singing in the sunshine of the heart.

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/whatal.html. For more philosophical poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/philosophicalpoems.html.

This week’s theme: Innocence
September 14: Forests Are a Glimpse of Permanence
September 15: There Is in Friendship Just a Bit of Eden
September 16: Fifteen’s Neither Child nor Adult
September 17: I Loved You, but I Could Not Wait Forever
September 18: Fifty-Eight Still Finds Delight in Learning
September 19: Evil Has No Easy Explanation
September 20: What a Life the Artist Lives Within

Saturday, September 19, 2020

Evil Has No Easy Explanation

September 19, 2020

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

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

A poem to a child about the guilt that innocent children feel when they are abused:

Evil has no easy explanation.
Everyone is evil and is good.
Sometimes we watch ourselves do something evil
Frozen in a scream that's never Heard.

We cannot stop ourselves, so we go on,
Knowing somewhere else the horror plays
And plays and plays until we are forgiven,
Healed by someone's gift of unearned love.

When someone has been tortured as a child,
Evil, like a mad dog, crouches near.
One buries it deep in a vaulted, lead-lined chamber,
But zombie-like it stalks the world within.

It's strange that darkened children need forgiveness
For evil that they suffer, innocent.
But guilt's the trademark of humiliation,
Burned into the flesh of memory.

Love washes over evil like an ocean,
Sweeping over seething, fisted anger,
Drowning it in cold, unquiet depths,
Leaving you weak and weeping on the strand.

You wouldn't be yourself without the pain
That twists inside like penitential dancers,
Making you the stage of some strange beauty,
Like no one else, the host of our redemption.

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/evil.html. For more philosophical poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/philosophicalpoems.html.

Friday, September 18, 2020

Fifty-Eight Still Finds Delight in Learning

September 18, 2020

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

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

A number poem about how someone 58 years old can regain her childhood excitement and innocence:

Fifty-eight still finds delight in learning.
Implicit in her passion is her love
For being and devotion to its treasures,
The things that in one's life most lasting prove
Yet never cease to fill the heart with Yearning.

Ever in her eyes the lamp is burning,
Innocence regained at one remove,
Granted those who pioneer their pleasures,
Habitués of lands they know not of,
Travelers to morning, turning, turning . . .

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/58c.html. For more number poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/numberpoems.html.

Thursday, September 17, 2020

I Loved You, but I Could Not Wait Forever

September 17, 2020

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

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

A love poem about the need for innocence to love:

I loved you, but I could not wait forever.
I made my choice, but you would not make yours.
In some delays, a year's as good as never,
As what is lost no change of heart restores.
I love you still, but cannot think of you
Without the bitter longing of regret.
This, too, will pass, I know, and time renew
The innocence one needs to love, and yet ...
You were my once, that never comes again,
A happiness untouched by any past.
Whatever love comes next comes with the stain
Of knowing well this love might well not last.
Goodbye, my love! I hope someday you'll be
Ripe for the love you could have had from me.

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/ilove7.html. For more love poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/lovepoems.html.

Tuesday, September 15, 2020

Fifteen's Neither Child nor Adult

September 16, 2020

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

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

A number poem about the uneasy teenage emergence from innocence into adulthood:

Fifteen's neither child nor adult,
In between charade and innocence,
Fending off the forces that would shape
Too soon an unremarkable result.
Even when a teen attempts to ape
Essences to which her heart assents,
No draft should be approved without revolt.

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/15.html. For more poems about teenagers, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/teenpoems.html.

This week’s theme: Innocence
September 14: Forests Are a Glimpse of Permanence
September 15: There Is in Friendship Just a Bit of Eden
September 16: Fifteen’s Neither Child nor Adult

There Is in Friendship Just a Bit of Eden

September 15, 2020

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

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

A friendship and thank you poem about the lovely innocence of true friendship:

There is in friendship just a bit of Eden,
Harboring our early innocence,
Acting out of joy in giving pleasure,
Not calculating cost or recompense,
Knowing someone we can put our trust in.

Your friendship is a fortune I invest in,
Offering more wealth than I can measure
Unless it be with songs or sacraments.

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/ther12.html. For more poems about friendship, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/friendshippoems.html.

This week’s theme: Innocence
September 14: Forests Are a Glimpse of Permanence
September 15: There Is in Friendship Just a Bit of Eden

Sunday, September 13, 2020

Forests Are a Glimpse of Permanence

September 14, 2020

Dear Subscriber:

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

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

A number poem about the sense of lost innocence one associates with unspoiled nature:

Forests are a glimpse of permanence.
One walks within the hush of their embrace
Restored to a more humble sense of place,
Taking time to yield to reverence.
Yearning spills out into sentient space.

There is in forests an abiding sense,
Well worth saving, of lost innocence,
One's shrinking heritage of nature's grace.

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/forest.html. For more poems about the environment, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/environmentalpoems.html.

This week’s theme: Innocence
September 14: Forests Are a Glimpse of Permanence

Win or Lose, What's at Stake Is Grace

September 13, 2020

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week, in honor of Labor Day (USA), is professions.

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

A poem about football (soccer) players competing for the World Cup:

Win or lose, what's at stake is grace.
One pits oneself against one's wildest dreams,
Relying, more than anything, on will.
Life is far more lustful than it seems,
Demanding more of one than an embrace.

Come witness, then, the love that life redeems
Upon a field of lovers, dreamers all,
Playing with more passion in our place.

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/winorl.html. For more poems about professions, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/professionspoems.html.

This week’s theme: Professions
September 7: Shall There Be a Moment After All
September 8: The Point of Playing Roles Is Demolishing Walls
September 9: Fifty-Three, Well Armed with Expertise
September 10: Fifty-Six Devotes Himself to Beauty
September 11: For You, Who Does Such Good, There Is a Heaven
September 12: Great Bosses Grant the Glory They Receive
September 13: Win or Lose, What’s at Stake Is Grace

Saturday, September 12, 2020

Great Bosses Grant the Glory They Receive

September 12, 2020

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week, in honor of Labor Day (USA), is professions.

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

A goodbye poem for a great boss:

Great bosses grant the glory they receive,
Offering their praise and their devotion.
On them the mantle settles like a cloak
Designed to shelter lots of little folk,
Bearing blame while smothering self-promotion.
Yet freely we give more than we receive,
Eager to float their ships upon our ocean.

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/greatb.html. For more poems about professions, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/professionspoems.html.

Friday, September 11, 2020

For You, Who Does Such Good, There Is a Heaven

September 11, 2020

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week, in honor of Labor Day (USA), is professions.

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

A number poem for a physician about recognizing the good she does:

For you, who does such good, there is a heaven
Open and waiting for you in your heart.
Remember, then, to enter it to leaven
The bread of life with the sanctity of your art,
Yeast that would a rise in pleasure start.

So when you've signed the day's last patient's chart,
Immensely glad it's only half-past seven,
X-out all but thoughts that grace impart.

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/fory14.html. For more poems about professions, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/professionspoems.html.

Wednesday, September 9, 2020

Fifty-Six Devotes Himself to Beauty

September 10, 2020

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week, in honor of Labor Day (USA), is professions.

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

A philosophical number poem for a theatrical director about the challenge of making truths flow beautifully through time:

Fifty-six devotes himself to beauty.
In beauty, too, he finds his rich reward.
For him, his pleasure also is his duty,
The labor that creates the silent chord
Yielding frozen truths by beauty thawed.

So might those truths like water flow through time;
In eternal moments, the sublime:
Xanthic glints of gold his art makes shine.

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/56d.html. For more poems about professions, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/professionspoems.html.

Tuesday, September 8, 2020

Fifty-Three, Well Armed with Expertise

September 9, 2020

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week, in honor of Labor Day (USA), is professions.

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

A number poem for an evaluator of mathematical education grants:

Fifty-three, well armed with expertise,
Invades the sacred precincts of a grant.
Funding anxiously awaits her smile,
The lifeblood of a promising idea.
Yet much debris must first be cleared away.

There may be some tough moments in her day,
Hard-edged talk as she makes problems clear,
Revisions that she phrases for the file.
Even so, she knows what both sides want:
Each to give each child a gift that frees.

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/53d.html. For more poems about professions, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/professionspoems.html.

This week’s theme: Professions
September 7: Shall There Be a Moment After All
September 8: The Point of Playing Roles Is Demolishing Walls
September 9: Fifty-Three, Well Armed with Expertise

The Point of Playing Roles Is Demolishing Walls

September 8, 2020

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week, in honor of Labor Day (USA), is professions.

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

A psychological number poem about the profession of designing RPGs (Role Playing Games):

The point of playing roles is demolishing walls.
Having demolished them renews the heart.
Imagination, though, requires rules,
Restructuring a world with well-wrought tools,
Tempering the wayward will with art.
Yet a game too gated quickly palls.

So ought the character perform the part
In which the player moves as fortune calls,
X-ing out the self the game refuels.

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/thepo4.html. For more poems about professions, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/professionspoems.html.

This week’s theme: Professions
September 7: Shall There Be a Moment After All
September 8: The Point of Playing Roles Is Demolishing Walls

Monday, September 7, 2020

Shall There Be a Moment After All

September 7, 2020

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week, in honor of Labor Day (USA), is professions.

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

A philosophical number poem about the transcendent moment that can be achieved by an actor:

Shall there be a moment after all
In which each soul is overwhelmed by grace,
X-ing out the sense of time and place,
There within some small, half-empty hall
You fill beyond the brim with your embrace;

One moment in that spare, well-crafted space,
Needing all your art, each soul in thrall,
Enduring being's beauty face to face?

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/shallt.html. For more poems about professions, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/professionspoems.html.

This week’s theme: Professions
September 7: Shall There Be a Moment After All

Sunday, September 6, 2020

Jessica Is Now Sixteen

September 6, 2020

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

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

A name poem for a teen-aged girl whose choices will eventually define her:

Jessica is now sixteen:
Exceptionally sweet.
Shining through her ready smile
Sunshine brightens us awhile,
Intense but not complete.
Choices gather, hard and lean,
Along her dappled street.

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/jessi2.html. For more name poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/namepoems.html.

This week’s theme: Women and Love
August 31: Alexis Is Chock-Full of Hugs and Kisses
September 1: Jacklyne Has Shoulder-Length Dark Hair
September 2: Julia Is the Mistress of Her Fate
September 3: Maureen Is Tall and Lovely, a Slender Tree
September 4: Tonya Has Blue Eyes and Short Red Hair
September 5: Trina Is a Passionate Delight
September 6: Jessica Is Now Sixteen

Saturday, September 5, 2020

Trina Is a Passionate Delight

September 5, 2020

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

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

A name poem for a woman alight with passion:

Trina is a passionate delight,
Rich as the ripe velvet of a rose.
In her one finds the glories of the night,
Nor dark nor still, but filled with braziers bright,
Aglow with pleasures sweet as Eden knows.

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/trina.html. For more name poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/namepoems.html.

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Thursday, September 3, 2020

Tonya Has Blue Eyes and Short Red Hair

September 4, 2020

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

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

A name poem for a girl whose yearning must await her more mature self:

Tonya has blue eyes and short red hair.
Overall, she is a budding jewel.
Naïve yearning is not yet self-aware,
Yearning fear and ignorance ought rule
As time reveals the self she'll choose to wear.

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/tonya.html. For more name poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/namepoems.html.

Maureen Is Tall and Lovely, a Slender Tree

September 3, 2020

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

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

A name poem for a woman who is so much more than an object:

Maureen is tall and lovely, a slender tree
About to vanish into delicate leaf.
Underneath her graceful bas-relief
Rest a curious and impertinent mind,
Even temper, and a heart that's kind.
Elect to view her as an object and see
Not even one tenth of what the world could be.

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/mauree.html. For more name poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/namepoems.html.

Wednesday, September 2, 2020

Julia Is the Mistress of Her Fate

September 2, 2020

Dear Subscriber:

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

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

A name poem for a woman whose one experience of love was quite sufficient:

Julia is the mistress of her fate,
Undoing knots that might constrain her ends.
Love came to her in life a little late,
Intense but short, though quite well worth the wait,
About as much as Julia cared to spend.

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/julia.html. For more name poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/namepoems.html.

This week’s theme: Women and Love
August 31: Alexis Is Chock-Full of Hugs and Kisses
September 1: Jacklyne Has Shoulder-Length Dark Hair
September 2: Julia Is the Mistress of Her Fate

Tuesday, September 1, 2020

Jacklyne Has Shoulder-Length Dark Hair

September 1, 2020

Dear Subscriber:

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

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

A name poem for a woman whose too-obvious allure gets in the way of love:

Jacklyne has shoulder-length dark hair,
A dimple on each cheek, hazel eyes,
Come hither in her smile and in her walk,
Kisses poised like jaguars in her talk,
Licentiousness stark naked in her sighs.
Yet nights of tenderness for her are rare.
No man has faith that she could really care,
Even as she strips off her disguise.

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/jackly.html. For more name poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/namepoems.html.

This week’s theme: Women and Love
August 31: Alexis Is Chock-Full of Hugs and Kisses
September 1: Jacklyne Has Shoulder-Length Dark Hair

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