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

Poem of the Week

October 9, 2008 #503

YOU'D LIKE A SHOT AT SERIOUS REDEMPTION

You'd like a shot at serious redemption,
Only, like us all, you have no clue.
Mostly satisfied, you leave your pew
Knowing that you've satisfied convention
Instead of being some more painful you.
Perhaps there is no other truth than this;
Perhaps the yearning must be unfulfilled.
Unredeemed, you pay your debts as billed,
Returning to a bliss that dreams of bliss.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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Poem of the Week

October 2, 2008 #502

GREED GRIPS EVERY HEART, NO LESS THAN LUST

Greed grips every heart, no less than lust.
Reason drowns in fantasies of power.
Even though the journey ends in dust,
Each finds ample cravings in the hour,
Destined to dark seeds that root and flower.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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Poem of the Week

September 25, 2008 #501

Dear Subscriber:

This week’s poem of the week is a poem for Rosh Hashana, the Jewish New Year.

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Yours,

Nick Gordon

Revelation leads to revolution,
Or isn't much of anything at all.
So must faith evolve into religion,
Having need of hands to break its fall.
Here we have a chance to reconsider,
As we go through rites as brisk as breath,
Salvaging a soul that else were bitter,
Here alone, for nothing else but death.
All our love and wonder needs a Name,
Not least to be the witness of our shame
As we recite our sins again, again,
Hallowed by our passion and our pain.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Poem of the Week

September 18, 2008 #500

Dear Subscriber:

This week’s poem of the week is an anniversary poem.

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Yours,

Nick Gordon

Happy second anniversary!
A time when marriage seems to settle in,
Perhaps no more remarkable than sunlight,
Perhaps no longer noticed more than trees.
Years lie ahead like roads that go cross country.
Songs of love now nestle safe within.
Even dreams are fast asleep by midnight,
Cradled in the heart like unshelled peas.
On such sweet silence let there now shine moonlight,
Neither shuttered out nor breaking in,
Descending like familiar ecstasy.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Poem of the Week

September 11, 2008 #499

Dear Subscriber:

This week’s poem of the week is a poem about 9/11.

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Yours,

Nick Gordon

So did you die of history,
Each innocent of dogma dead,
Purloined to play in some fool's head
The drama of his destiny.
Even in your hapless herds,
Miracles to men unmoved,
Being loved as you were loved,
Even thus, you were but words.
Reason seeks what reason knows.
Each alone must bridge the gulf,
Loving all as if oneself,
Else blood with reason endless flows.
Vanquished, you must still live on,
Each murdered soul a monument,
Nor what you mean be what you meant,
The private to the public gone,
Held long as letters carved in stone.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Poem of the Week

September 4, 2008 #498

Dear Subscriber:

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

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Yours,

Nick Gordon

The world is one gigantic jam session,
Each instrument improvising madly
On traditional themes. Everything one is,
Or thinks, or says, or does, adds or detracts
From the beauty of the music. Listen:
What you hear is yourself, a solo against
The continuo, or perhaps just a single note
That waters well your desert eyes.

© by Nicholas Gordon