April 12, 2012 #680
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a philosophical number poem.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com/week.html .
Yours,
Nick Gordon
Eighty has good reason to be grateful.
If being is a gift, then he's been given
Gift enough to compensate for pain.
Happiness depends on being thankful,
The sense of grace that makes the moment heaven.
Years come and go – the longing stays the same.
© by Nicholas Gordon
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Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Poem of the Week
July 7, 2011 #641
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a philosophical number poem.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com and clicking on "Poem of the Week."
You can post a comment on the poem or read other comments on it at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
The world's a notebook full of scenes and stories.
What characters must wander through your days!
Each bit of dialogue should serve you well --
Not now, perhaps, but given time to jell,
The databank will yield the perfect phrase.
Your art runs slow, even as life scurries.
Forget, then, all your youthful woes and worries!
Out of what you are will come your grace,
Unconcerned with fortune, time, or place,
Rising from your sea with much to tell.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a philosophical number poem.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com and clicking on "Poem of the Week."
You can post a comment on the poem or read other comments on it at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
The world's a notebook full of scenes and stories.
What characters must wander through your days!
Each bit of dialogue should serve you well --
Not now, perhaps, but given time to jell,
The databank will yield the perfect phrase.
Your art runs slow, even as life scurries.
Forget, then, all your youthful woes and worries!
Out of what you are will come your grace,
Unconcerned with fortune, time, or place,
Rising from your sea with much to tell.
© by Nicholas Gordon
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Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Poem of the Week
February 24, 2011 #622
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a philosophical number poem.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com and clicking on "Poem of the Week."
You can post a comment on the poem or read other comments on it at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
There is no better time of life than now.
Whatever age you are, this time is best.
Ever in the prime of life, the soul
Needs no source of joy more than the whole,
The One, in whom contingent souls are blessed.
Yet one finds joy as time and change allow.
So may you know the pleasures of your years
Even as they pass, for others come,
Vivid in the moments of their being.
Each lives in both the datum and the sum.
Nor can one separate delight from tears.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a philosophical number poem.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com and clicking on "Poem of the Week."
You can post a comment on the poem or read other comments on it at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
There is no better time of life than now.
Whatever age you are, this time is best.
Ever in the prime of life, the soul
Needs no source of joy more than the whole,
The One, in whom contingent souls are blessed.
Yet one finds joy as time and change allow.
So may you know the pleasures of your years
Even as they pass, for others come,
Vivid in the moments of their being.
Each lives in both the datum and the sum.
Nor can one separate delight from tears.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Poem of the Week
September 30, 2010 #601
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a number poem.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com and clicking on "Poem of the Week."
You can post a comment on the poem or read other comments on it at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
Seventy-one lives well with his afflictions,
Entering the ambiance of his age.
Vulnerable in ways not seen before,
Eating less, exercising more,
Not easily he alters predilections
To fit within the contours of his stage.
Yet how much good it does is hard to gauge.
One finds oneself now near the distant shore;
Now the cliffs rise up with more conviction,
Enduring truth no sea can veil or suage.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a number poem.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com and clicking on "Poem of the Week."
You can post a comment on the poem or read other comments on it at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
Seventy-one lives well with his afflictions,
Entering the ambiance of his age.
Vulnerable in ways not seen before,
Eating less, exercising more,
Not easily he alters predilections
To fit within the contours of his stage.
Yet how much good it does is hard to gauge.
One finds oneself now near the distant shore;
Now the cliffs rise up with more conviction,
Enduring truth no sea can veil or suage.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Poem of the Week
January 21, 2010 #565
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a number poem.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com and clicking on "Poem of the Week." You can also cast a vote for it to boost its popularity on Yahoo Buzz.
You can post a comment on the poem or read other comments on it at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
Forty-eight reserves the right to ramble,
Open to what gifts might come her way,
Remembering that every day's a gamble,
That absolutely nothing's here to stay,
Yearning for far more than she can say.
Even love eternal cannot last.
In time it passes on, like hours, like years,
Granting grace in golden goblets cast,
Hammered in a heat that blinds and sears,
That breaks the heart with happiness and tears.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a number poem.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com and clicking on "Poem of the Week." You can also cast a vote for it to boost its popularity on Yahoo Buzz.
You can post a comment on the poem or read other comments on it at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
Forty-eight reserves the right to ramble,
Open to what gifts might come her way,
Remembering that every day's a gamble,
That absolutely nothing's here to stay,
Yearning for far more than she can say.
Even love eternal cannot last.
In time it passes on, like hours, like years,
Granting grace in golden goblets cast,
Hammered in a heat that blinds and sears,
That breaks the heart with happiness and tears.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Poem of the Week
October 15, 2009 #551
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a number poem.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com and clicking on "Poem of the Week." You can also cast a vote for it to boost its popularity on Yahoo Buzz.
You can post a comment on the poem or read other comments on it at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
Forty can't believe that she is forty.
OMG! Already? It can't be!
Recently seems much more recently.
Though centuries ago, when she was thirty,
Years stretched ahead as far as she could see.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a number poem.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com and clicking on "Poem of the Week." You can also cast a vote for it to boost its popularity on Yahoo Buzz.
You can post a comment on the poem or read other comments on it at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
Forty can't believe that she is forty.
OMG! Already? It can't be!
Recently seems much more recently.
Though centuries ago, when she was thirty,
Years stretched ahead as far as she could see.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Poem of the Week
July 30, 2009 #541
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a number poem.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com and clicking on "Poem of the Week." You can also cast a vote for it to boost its popularity on Yahoo Buzz.
You can post a comment on the poem or read other comments on it at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
Seventy-nine has just one working kidney.
Even that one doesn't work so well.
Vast domains of knowledge, passion, pleasure,
Eagerly await his ample leisure,
Nor have they aged, as far as he can tell.
The problem is he's in such pain he simply
Yearns for moments peaceful, clear, and still.
Needs are hopeless mountainsides, nor is he
Interested in digging deep for treasure.
Now it is enough each day to fill,
Enduring grace too bountiful to measure.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a number poem.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com and clicking on "Poem of the Week." You can also cast a vote for it to boost its popularity on Yahoo Buzz.
You can post a comment on the poem or read other comments on it at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
Seventy-nine has just one working kidney.
Even that one doesn't work so well.
Vast domains of knowledge, passion, pleasure,
Eagerly await his ample leisure,
Nor have they aged, as far as he can tell.
The problem is he's in such pain he simply
Yearns for moments peaceful, clear, and still.
Needs are hopeless mountainsides, nor is he
Interested in digging deep for treasure.
Now it is enough each day to fill,
Enduring grace too bountiful to measure.
© by Nicholas Gordon
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