Watching My Son Conduct the Nutcracker

 

A father’s beautiful memory of his son:

 

Watching my son conduct The Nutcracker,
I danced across the memories of my heart,
Feeling once again the joy and wonder
Of witnessing his first ascent to art.
He was a child then, decades ago,
Sawing away in the second violins,
Beethoven's Fifth, that rising tremolo
Leading to a blast of brass and winds.
As the music flew into the sun,
Bursting into waves of molten gold,
My tightly held composure came undone,
And life itself became too much to hold.
Now my son's the maestro, yet the grace
I felt then is touched by neither time nor place.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

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May Your Marriage Be as Blessed as Ours

 

A wedding blessing from parents to children:

 

May your marriage be as blessed as ours,
As full of love, as joyful, rich, and sweet,
Lifelong soulmates, friends, erotic partners,
Each for each, the angels that watch keep.

May your home be blessed with friends and family,
With music, laughter, pleasure, passion, life,
With learning, knowing, caring what comes after,
Together, one, as husband and as wife.

May you ever be sustained by beauty
In what you see and feel, create and do,
In who you are, what you enjoy and value,
And in the dreams that we pass on to you.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

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There Are Things I Can No Longer Do

 

A poem in which an aging parent passes on some family responsibilities to the next generation:

 

There are things I can no longer do
Once essential to my sense of me.
It seems so strange to pass them on to you,

Strange and very beautiful, as you
Take on the burdens of the family,
Doing what I can no longer do,

Things I cannot, even should not do,
And understand why you can't leave to me.
I want to say how proud I am of you,

How grateful we can all rely on you
To take my place as head of family,
Taking care of what I used to do,

Switching roles, which I've found hard to do,
And to accept what's happening to me.
More and more I must depend on you

To do the things I can no longer do,
As less and less I can depend on me.
How strange! What I routinely used to do,
I must, with much regret, pass on to you.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

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War May Not Be the Answer

 

A political poem about slogans:

 

War may not be the answer,
But what is the unanswered question?
Peace? Safety? Justice?
Or, perhaps, simply survival?

For what was the answer to Hitler?
Did Munich buy "Peace for our time"?
And how might peace pacify Putin?
Contrast Ho Minh with Kim Sung.

The desire for peace can be used
To serve the interests of war.
Peace demonstrations and missiles
Can equally weaken defenses.

Statements one cannot prove false
Prove to be excellent slogans,
Bearing the burden of bonding,
Stirring the passions of hope.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

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Thirty-Seven Enjoys His Bright Midsummer

 

A number poem about someone devoted to persuading people to think logically:

Thirty-seven enjoys his bright midsummer,
Halfway in between his spring and fall.
In every faculty he’s at full strength,
Reasoning adroitly and at length
To challenge the beliefs of almost all.
Yet myths are hard to wake from such deep slumber.

Sing of the love that underlies such labor,
Every thought, fact, instance he can scrawl
Vested in what should be evident,
Enduring source of content and content.
Nor can he resist its siren call.

 © by Nicholas Gordon

 

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Riffs Are Invocations

 

An epitaph for a jazz scholar:

 

Riffs are invocations,
Odes direct to soul,
Brief improvisations,
Each a perfect whole.
Rhythms subtly shift
The syncopated rhymes,
Grace the complex gift
Of this, my own sweet times.
Let me be their chronicler,
Days of seers and signs.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

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Before the Terror Comes the Tyranny

 

A political poem for Bastille Day warning of the dangers of revolutionary chaos:

 

Before the terror comes the tyranny.
A bloodstained flower has roots in bloodstained soil.
Some would steal the fruit of others' toil,
Then claim it as a right of property.
In revolutions, though, if chaos reigns,
Legitimacy is lost, and many will
Look back with less distaste at former ill,
Eager more for order than for gains.
Days of terror yield dictators new,
As the many yield power to the few,
Yearning for the clarity of chains.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

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Eventually, You Settle into Love

 

An 18^th anniversary poem:

 

Eventually, you settle into love.
It deepens, fed by subterranean streams.
Given time, it becomes a habitat,
Home, refuge, portion, comfort, fortune.
Treasure it -- you'll know no greater beauty.
Embrace it -- it requires your affection.
Enjoy it -- it thrives on your delight.
Nor will its well within your hearts run dry.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

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Innocence Is like an Open Door

 

A poem for Independence Day (USA):

 

Innocence is like an open door:
Not safe, but requisite to being free.
Darlings of our rhetoric, we wonder,
Evil as the rest but for our words.
Perhaps we know what horrors are in store,
Even as we dream of what might be,
Needing, as we preach and teach and plunder,
Defenses that would Xanadu preserve.
Even so, the freedom we are for
Now stands for all a common legacy,
Called forth by masters tearing worlds asunder,
Embraced by slaves consumed with righteous hunger,
Destined to dispute those whom it serves.
All innocents must keep their hopes at sea,
Yearning for an ever-distant shore.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

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Abby Is a Queen Without a Country

 

A name poem for Abby, who has the personality, but not the power, of royalty.

 

Abby is a queen without a country,

Blessed and cursed by destiny to be

Bereft of title, subjects, power, bounty,

Yet reigning in each word like royalty.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

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Fortune Is the Child of the Will

 

A philosophical Father’s Day poem for a divorced and distant father about the relationship between choice and chance:

 

Fortune is the child of the will,

As what one chooses spins the wayward wheel.

The choice determines where the chance will fall,

Hurtling, bouncing like that fickle ball,

Eluding what result would most appeal.

Remember to embrace both good and ill,

Since both are gifts, are one, are you, are real.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

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Want Is Oft the Windrush of the Will

 

A political poem about immigration:

 

Want is oft the windrush of the will,
Impelling one ‘cross continents and seas.
No barriers can long withstand the wind,
Driving desperate souls to distant shores.
Remember that the wind is rarely still.
Unequal pressures propagate the breeze
Stirred by swirling passions from behind,
Hungry for the hope that calm restores.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

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So There You Are, Your Audience Before You

 

A number poem for a folksinger in the moment before beginning her performance:

 

So there you are, your audience before you,
Each quite regular in their attendance.
Very soon, you know, they will applaud you,
Engaged, enriched, sustained by your performance.
Now, however, at the edge of silence,
The moment between potency and act,
You marvel at this window on your salience,
So close to dream it does not seem like fact.
Eventually, you step onto the stage,
Vividly what you set out to be,
Embracing fortune, even as you age,
Not least for the favor of your artistry.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

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Maybe in the Grip of Pain

 

A Memorial Day poem about love, grief, and grace:

 

Maybe in the grip of pain
Each moment seems like years.
Maybe there is beauty that
One cannot see through tears.
Remember that it's love that is
Impossible to bear,
As loss would not be torture without
Love to lead it there.
Days of grief are days of grace,
Although quite different on their face.
Yet love is what they share.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

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Sally Sings Incessantly

 

A name poem for a woman who can’t help humming the music playing non-stop in her head:

 

Sally sings incessantly,
As though her inner voice
Liked murmuring in melody,
Liked opera sung a bit off key --
Yet which was not her choice.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

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Heave a Happy Sigh of Pain and Pride

 

A poem for Mother’s Day to a mother whose grown-up child is about to leave home:

 

Heave a happy sigh of pain and pride,

Anticipating loneliness and freedom,

Putting plans for your new life aside,

Pausing to look back at your lost Eden.

Yes, you'll miss your child, now full grown,

Miss her terribly, as though you were

On some stark, barren inner plain alone,

The windswept stars with cold unease astir.

How poignantly you're ready to move on,

Each stage a garden time commands you leave,

Released from what you loved, your duty done.

'Tis our dearest burdens that we grieve.

So may new songs inspire you to dance,

Delighting in the gifts of circumstance,

As you pull back time's curtain to discover

Yet another garden, green as ever.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

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Proverbs on Marriage

Marriage is part business, part romance;
Part contract, part licensure, part dance.

Why marriage? Isn't love enough?
Not really, when the sea gets rough.

Those who don't control their fate
Learn quickly to manipulate.

What makes a marriage work is work;
Happiness is not a perk.

In marriage, the stone fortress of
Each sovereign must be breached by love.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

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So Many Years! And Now We Take for Granted

 

A political poem, written after 9/11, about the mistake of fighting terror as you would a conventional war:

 

So many years! And now we take for granted

What would have been unthinkable before

The terror that our leader called a war,

And life became more mean, less sure, more haunted.

But was it war? Or was that notion planted

By those who wished their murders could mean more,

Puffed up to fit the oft-recited lore

Of ancient enmities long since recanted?

Oh, do not dignify them with that word,

Or make them larger than they might appear,

Or justify their murders with our own!

There is no quick solution by the sword.

Our only option is to persevere,

Rebuilding bit by bit, but not alone.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

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Forever Isn't Endless Time

 

A philosophical number poem about the meaning of forever:

 

Forever isn't endless time.
It isn't time at all.
For time's the measurement of change,
Though it be miniscule.

Yet ever means forever true,
Shorn of time and place,
Inserted into everydays,
Xeroxes of grace.

Years wash in and out as we
Experience forever.
A moment is eternity
Rolling on a river,
Still miraculous as ever.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

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The Passion of Love, the Passion of Lust

 

A 33^rd anniversary poem contrasting the sexual pleasures of love and lust:

 

The passion of love, the passion of lust:
How might they lead to the same burst of glory
If each drives the plot of a quite different story,
Resulting in mutual joy or disgust?
The answer is not in the act, but intent:
Yielding or sharing, giving or getting.
The direction of flow determines the setting,
Here, where the consequence shapes the event.
Remember that passion unlaces the heart;
Each touch is a doorway into the soul;
Each slow tongue-kiss renders a taste of the whole,
Yielding up truth as each joy plays its part.
Embrace, then, the person, and not just the flesh,
As one should feel safe in a state of undress.
Reveal not your riches, but to one whom you trust,
Saving for someone you love your chaste lust.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

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Exactly Who Are You

 

A philosophical Easter poem about one way of knowing what one owes others:

 

Exactly who are you? Why are you here?
And what is your purpose? And why should you care?
So what if there's suffering? What's it to you?
The world's not your problem. What more should you do?
Ever the question: What do I owe?
Reckon by beauty, and then you will know.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

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