Poem of the Week

March 5, 2009 #522

Dear Subscriber:

This week’s poem of the week is a political poem.

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Yours,

Nick Gordon

The last depression led to holocaust.
The rationale for massacre is fear.
Long before it starts, the game is lost.
The neighborhood of hate is always here.
The best place to begin is one's own heart.
There the mad dogs pull against their chains,
Lusting to tear some stranger's throat apart,
Rage that only love and patience tames.
Each heart becomes a lantern in a crowd.
Yes, people see according to your light,
As you by theirs – but speak of love aloud,
Lest other voices drown the coming night.
And do not turn away from victims' cries,
For evil's spooked by nothing more than eyes.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Poem of the Week

November 13, 2008 #507

Dear Subscriber:

This week’s poem of the week is a political 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

OBAMA/OSAMA

Obama meets Osama,
Brandishing a word
As deadly as the sunlight,
More potent as more heard,
As true as it's absurd.

Osama meets Obama;
Suicide meets life.
As certainty meets hope,
Meaning meets the knife.
Absolutes need night.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Poem of the Week

October 23, 2008 #505

Dear Subscriber:

This week’s poem of the week is a poem about politics.

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.

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Lest there be lingering doubt, let me assure you,
I don't believe the half of what I say.
The point, after all, is winning, so I tell you
What you want to hear from me today.
Oh, yes, I have a point of view, and visions
To push for once in office, if and when.
But if I lose, then all my vain ambitions
And dreams will go the way of mice and men.
So I promise this and promise that
I'll spend and cut your taxes and the debt,
And pay for it by cutting just the fat.
You'll have your cake and eat it, too, I'll bet.
And yet and yet and yet and yet and yet ...
This is how the world is, isn't it?

© by Nicholas Gordon

Poem of the Week

October 16, 2008 #504

NOW, AT LAST, THE TIME OF RECKONING

Now, at last, the time of reckoning.
It had to come. You knew that, didn't you?
After all, nothing can't be something
Even when its stock is on the rise.

Now the panic after the delusion,
The great big yawning pit within the heart.
One sees disaster happening and wonders,
Regrets, resolves, recriminates, sits tight.

O Lord, what will happen now? The hunger,
People on the streets and on the move.
The last depression blossomed into Hitler.
What flowers will this rain of terror bring?

One thing now we know for sure – again:
That greed unfettered is a luxury car
Without a steering wheel, a mighty engine
That moves us forward into death and pain.

© by Nicholas Gordon