Monday, September 18, 2017

Remember the Utility of Shame

September 19, 2017

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year, which begins on the evening of September 20. The ten days between Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur (the Day of Atonement) are a time when one’s repentance may affect whether one is written into the book of life or the book of death for the coming year.

Today’s poem is a Rosh Hashanah poem about the usefulness of shame.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Remember the utility of shame,
On which in part our decency depends.
Such sentiments evolved to serve our ends,
Having given ballast to one’s name.
How apt that to ourselves we be revealed
As time pauses in between the years,
Season of incantatory tears,
Harrowed for the sins we have concealed.
Allow your shame full access to your heart,
Nor flinch from bearing witness to your part,
As only what is treated can be healed,
Here, now, while your fate is still unsealed.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/remem2.html. For more poems for Rosh Hashanah, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/yomkippurpoems.html .

This week’s theme: Rosh Hashanah
September 19: Remember the Utility of Shame

Sunday, September 17, 2017

Righteousness Ought Not Be for One's Self

September 18, 2017

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year, which begins on the evening of September 20. The ten days between Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur (the Day of Atonement) are a time when one’s repentance may affect whether one is written into the book of life or the book of death for the coming year.

Today’s poem is a Rosh Hashanah poem about righteousness and self-righteousness.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Righteousness ought not be for one’s self.
One’s righteousness must serve to save one’s soul.
Self-righteousness makes righteousness the goal,
Having failed to cross that inner gulf,
Heart self-satisfied to heart of shame,
And found faith waiting on the distant shore.
So must one be less to compass more,
Having held one’s goodness to the flame
And watched it turn to ashes instantly.
Nor can one be righteous on one’s own,
As one finds one’s unassuming home
Hard by the heart of one’s community.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/right3.html. For more poems for Rosh Hashanah, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/yomkippurpoems.html .

This week’s theme: Rosh Hashanah
September 18: Righteousness Ought Not Be for One’s Self

Saturday, September 16, 2017

Thank You for Being Our Heroes and Friends

September 17, 2017

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is terrorism in memory of the attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon on September 11, 2001.

Today’s poem is a thank-you poem from a child to the soldiers and first responders who protect us from terrorism.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Thank you for being our heroes and friends,
Having the courage to make us secure.
A child needs someone attentive and strong
Nearby to be certain that nothing is wrong.
Kids can get frightened and like to be sure.

You are the saviors, unselfish and pure,
On whom our bright vision of fortune depends,
Unstained as the innocent hope of our song.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/than21.html. For more poems about terrorism and 911, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/terrorism911poems.html .

This week’s theme: Terrorism
September 15: Morphed to Somalia
September 17: Thank You for Being Our Heroes and Friends

Torture Is the Rash of the Disease

September 16, 2017

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is terrorism in memory of the attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon on September 11, 2001.

Today’s poem is about the illegitimacy of torture as a tool in the fight against terrorism.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Torture is the rash of the disease,
On which a diagnosis can be based.
Regarding information one might gain:
The free press must inflict the healing pain,
Uncovering the mange beneath the sleaze.
Restoring health requires each chain be traced
Even to the hearts such horrors graced.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/tortur.html. For more poems about terrorism and 911, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/terrorism911poems.html .

This week’s theme: Terrorism
September 15: Morphed to Somalia
September 16: Torture Is the Rash of the Disease

Friday, September 15, 2017

Morphed to Somalia

September 15, 2017

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is terrorism in memory of the attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon on September 11, 2001.

Today’s poem is about our fears of terrorism engulfing our country as it has Somalia, Syria, or Libya.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Morphed to Somalia
Quick as a dream,
We are unsettled
More than we seem.

Moses lies wrapped
In fast-melting ice
While mourners avenge
Mohammed and Christ.

Here in the desert
We fear for our flesh.
We wait for our pain,
Meat, more or less.

The earth is afoot
With zealots in chains,
But of what we hunger for
Little remains.

The murderers mangle,
The wounded bulls gore.
We sleep in the shadows
And wake by the shore.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/morphe.html. For more poems about terrorism and 911, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/terrorism911poems.html .

This week’s theme: Terrorism
September 15: Morphed to Somalia

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

To Our Loved One Far Away

September 14, 2017

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is terrorism in memory of the attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon on September 11, 2001.

Today’s poem is a love poem to a soldier fighting terrorism far away.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

To our loved one far away,
Whose strength and years this war devours,
Whose sacrifice is also ours,
For whose return we daily pray:

Rest assured your home awaits,
Your cheering squad, your loyal fans,
The mouseketeers who share your plans,
Your dreams, your tears, your gifts, your fate.

We are the circle of your love,
The wagons 'round your willing heart
That keep despair and faith apart
And move in spirit where you move.

There is no limit to our pride
In who you are and what you do.
All our fortunes rest with you
Across a desert bleak and wide.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/toourl.html. For more poems about terrorism and 911, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/terrorism911poems.html .

This week’s theme: Terrorism

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

There Is No Armor We Can Wear

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is terrorism in memory of the attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon on September 11, 2001.

Today’s poem is about the impossibility of stopping every terrorist bent on destruction.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

There is no armor we can wear,
No wall or fortress we can build,
No force of arms, no shield of fear
To equal what the heart has willed.

No wall or fortress we can build
Can stop a soul on vengeance bent,
Can equal what the heart has willed,
A purpose pure, of dark intent.

Can stop a soul on vengeance bent,
Death for death and pain for pain,
A purpose pure, of dark intent
To kill for grace and not for gain.

Death for death and pain for pain:
The lust to purge oneself of grief,
To kill for grace and not for gain
That anguish might find some relief.

The lust to purge oneself of grief
Must yield in turn an answering lust.
That anguish might find some relief,
We'd turn an Eden into dust.

Must yield in turn an answering lust,
Hate to hate set groove on groove.
We'd turn an Eden into dust
To defeat the love that terror moves.

Hate to hate set groove on groove,
No force of arms, no shield of fear:
To defeat the love that terror moves
There is no armor we can wear.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/ther19.html. For more poems about terrorism and 911, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/terrorism911poems.html .

This week’s theme: Terrorism
September 13: There Is No Armor We Can Wear

Monday, September 11, 2017

Soldiers Kill, for That Is Their Profession

September 12, 2017

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is terrorism in memory of the attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon on September 11, 2001.

Today’s poem is for the soldiers who must fight terrorism.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Soldiers kill, for that is their profession,
Or die, for those are soldiers that they face.
Let us honor, then, the unmarked grace
Death bestows on those in its possession.
If the cause is just, soldiers will
Embody what the nation holds most dear,
Rendering our peril in their fear,
Serving our survival when they kill.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/soldie.html. For more poems about terrorism and 911, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/terrorism911poems.html .

This week’s theme: Terrorism
September 12: Soldiers Kill, for That Is Their Profession

Sunday, September 10, 2017

So Did You Die of History

September 11, 2017

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is terrorism in memory of the attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon on September 11, 2001.

Today’s poem is a poem for the victims of terrorism on 9/11.

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

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

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/sodidy.html. For more poems about terrorism and 911, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/terrorism911poems.html .

This week’s theme: Terrorism
September 11: So Did You Die of History

Librarians Are Those We Trust with Treasures

September 10, 2017

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is professions in honor of Labor Day, which was celebrated on September 4.

Today’s poem is about the profession of librarian.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Librarians are those we trust with treasures
Incalculable, for they are of the mind,
Bringing to our leisure greater pleasures,
Read for read, than any other kind.
All our legacy is in their keeping,
Ready to enrich each avid self,
In which one finds some past soul’s subtle meaning
Alive as well-wrought words upon a shelf.
No wealth survives without its guardians.
So must we be thankful for librarians.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/librar.html. For more poems about professions, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/professionspoems.html .

This week’s theme: Professions
September 10: Librarians Are Those We Trust with Treasures

Friday, September 8, 2017

There Is No Greater Passion than for Beauty

January 14, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

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

Today’s poem is for a singer/songwriter.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

There is no greater passion than for beauty --
Ecstasy distilled into a song --
Nor calling more exquisite than the duty
To make our own the truths for which we long.
Here's to you, then! And for what you've done
To be the muse who mirrors well our hearts,
Restoring the lone many to the one
Common love that underlies all arts.
O love of being, bearer of our pain!
Well might we praise the gardeners who bring
Our passions into bloom, that we again
Might hear the sunlit bird within us sing.
Long may you ply what practices you've learned,
Profiting all by artistry you've earned.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/ther27.html. For more poems about professions, go to http://www.poemsforfree.com/professionspoems.html .

This week’s theme: Performing Arts
January 11: Hrithik
January 12: Charles
January 14: There Is No Greater Passion than for Beauty

You Put Yourself in Harm's Way

September 8, 2017

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is professions in honor of Labor Day, which was celebrated on September 4.

Today’s poem is about the profession of first responder (police or firefighters).

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

You put yourself in harm's way,
Though you might die, that we might live,
The Good Samaritan for pay,
Asked often for what few would give.

Though you might die that we might live,
You make a conscious choice to be
Asked often for what few would give,
And to remain while others flee.

You make a conscious choice to be
The calm, well-trained professional,
And to remain while others flee
To face some danger for us all.

The calm, well-trained professional,
The Good Samaritan for pay:
To face some danger for us all,
You put yourself in harm's way.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/youput.html. For more poems about professions, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/professionspoems.html .

This week’s theme: Professions
September 8: You Put Yourself in Harm’s Way

Thursday, September 7, 2017

Pastors Are Supposed to Be the Shepherds

September 7, 2017

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is professions in honor of Labor Day, which was celebrated on September 4.

Today’s poem is about the profession of pastor.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Pastors are supposed to be the shepherds
A willing flock has bid to guide their souls.
So must you be yourself a lamb of courage,
The one most lost amid the moral wreckage
Of Adam's sin, whose grief must be the fold's.
Remember we are all but broken potsherds,
Sustained alone by faith in some great whole.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/pastor.html. For more poems about professions, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/professionspoems.html .

This week’s theme: Professions
September 7: Pastors Are Supposed to Be the Shepherds

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Nurses Must Be Angels by Profession

September 6, 2017

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is professions in honor of Labor Day, which was celebrated on September 4.

Today’s poem is about the profession of nursing.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Nurses must be angels by profession,
Under the direction of their gods.
Restoring peace to those immersed in pain,
Sustaining life in those life can't sustain,
Each nurse each day must elevate the odds,
Skilled in love's most practical expression.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/nurses.html. For more poems about professions, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/professionspoems.html .

This week’s theme: Professions
September 6: Nurses Must Be Angels by Profession

Monday, September 4, 2017

Therapists Find Fortune in Misfortune

September 5, 2017

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is professions in honor of Labor Day, which was celebrated on September 4.

Today’s poem is a number poem about the profession of therapist.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Therapists find fortune in misfortune,
Here to help us navigate our pain.
If our existence must precede our essence,
Requiring an extended adolescence,
There is need for those who keep us sane.
Yet some fear nothing more than resurrection.

Sing, then, of therapists, who would find ways,
Even in these times, to ease distress,
Vested in the cause of happiness,
Embracing life through long and brutal days,
Not least because their love demands no less.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/therap.html. For more poems about professions, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/professionspoems.html .

This week’s theme: Professions
September 5: Therapists Find Fortune in Misfortune

Sunday, September 3, 2017

Facts Are Never Simply What Is True

September 4, 2017

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is professions in honor of Labor Day, which is celebrated today, September 4.


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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Facts are never simply what is true.
One looks at them as one would look at notes
Resounding in the context of a key
That makes sense of it all. No note evokes
Yearning but from an aural point of view.

Each fact, as well, requires an inner key
If one would make some sense of it. It, too,
Gives way to meaning as it numbly votes,
Having shrunken to a number, to construe
The truth of a surmise statistically.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/factsa.html. For more philosophical poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/philosophicalpoems.html .

This week’s theme: Professions
September 4: Facts Are Never Simply What Is True

Volunteers Are Willing to Take Risks

September 3, 2017

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is sacrifice, in honor of the Muslim holiday Eid al-Adha, which falls on September 2 and commemorates Ibrahim’s willingness to sacrifice his son.

Today’s poem is about the motivations, rewards, and need for volunteers.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Volunteers are willing to take risks,
Out-of-pocket for some leisure time,
Letting love and joy dictate the tasks
Undertaken for some modest dream.
No one volunteers but for a vision
That never fits but may oblige a truth.
Each finds some ideal with which to fashion
Ends that are of hard-earned wisdom wrought.
Relentless need and hunger rule the world.
Still, volunteers do all the good they can.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/volunt.html. For more poems about charity, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/charitypoems.html .

This week’s theme: Sacrifice
August 28: Thirty-One5
August 29: Forty-Three4
August 30: Thirty-Eight8
August 31: Allen
September 1: Forty-Three5
September 3: Volunteers Are Willing to Take Risks

Friday, September 1, 2017

Giving Gives Far More than We Intend

September 2, 2017

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is sacrifice, in honor of the Muslim holiday Eid al-Adha, which falls on September 2 and commemorates Ibrahim’s willingness to sacrifice his son.

Today’s poem is about the grace of giving.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Giving gives far more than we intend.
In everything we do is what we are,
Vastly different than we comprehend,
Infinite as any quark or star.
No one ever loves for some clear end,
Gripped by grace that breaks beyond the bar.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/giving.html. For more poems about charity, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/charitypoems.html .

This week’s theme: Sacrifice
August 28: Thirty-One5
August 29: Forty-Three4
August 30: Thirty-Eight8
August 31: Allen
September 1: Forty-Three5
September 2: Giving Gives Far More than We Intend

Thursday, August 31, 2017

Forty-Three5

September 1, 2017

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is sacrifice, in honor of the Muslim holiday Eid al-Adha, which falls on September 2 and commemorates Ibrahim’s willingness to sacrifice his son.

Today’s poem is a number poem about how parental sacrifice changes one.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Forty-three is mainly now a father,
Offering himself to others' needs.
Remember that such love can give no quarter,
Taking one where obligation leads,
Yielding up a joy that breaks and bleeds.

To love is to become oneself another,
Heeding new hopes as the old recede,
Repurposing one’s self to serve some other,
Embracing what one’s former self concedes,
Ever mounted on quixotic steeds.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/43e.html. For more number poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/numberpoems.html .

This week’s theme: Sacrifice
August 28: Thirty-One5
August 29: Forty-Three4
August 30: Thirty-Eight8
August 31: Allen
September 1: Forty-Three5

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Allen2

August 31, 2017

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is sacrifice, in honor of the Muslim holiday Eid al-Adha, which falls on September 2 and commemorates Ibrahim’s willingness to sacrifice his son.

Today’s poem is a name poem about someone for whom others will need to sacrifice.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Allen sees the future far too clearly:
Life in debt to those for whom he cares.
Living thus dependent hurts severely,
Even though he knows they love him dearly,
Needing his strength more than he needs theirs.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/allen2.html. For more poems about people with disabilities, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/disabilitiespoems.html .

This week’s theme: Sacrifice
August 28: Thirty-One5
August 29: Forty-Three4
August 30: Thirty-Eight8
August 31: Allen

Tuesday, August 29, 2017

Thirty-Eight8

August 30, 2017

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is sacrifice, in honor of the Muslim holiday Eid al-Adha, which falls on September 2 and commemorates Ibrahim’s willingness to sacrifice his son.

Today’s poem is a number poem about a hand surgeon who sacrifices the health of her hands in order to heal the hands of others.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Thirty-eight is skilled at healing hands,
Hard at work each day on wrists and fingers.
In her hands are hands, so what she feels
Requires the same tissues that she heals,
The tiny tangles over which she lingers.
Yet her own must leap to her commands.

Ever deaf to her own hands' appeals,
Intent on what each patient probe reveals,
Guiding blades, she puts her wrists through wringers,
Harsh in her devotion and demands,
The toll intense, as she well understands.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/43d.html. For more poems about various professions, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/professionspoems.html .

This week’s theme: Sacrifice
August 28: Thirty-One5
August 29: Forty-Three4
August 30: Thirty-Eight8

Forty-Three4

August 29, 2017

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is sacrifice, in honor of the Muslim holiday Eid al-Adha, which falls on September 2 and commemorates Ibrahim’s willingness to sacrifice his son.

Today’s poem is a number poem about sacrifice when one has children at the same time one’s parents begin to need help.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Forty-three sustains his love of life,
Old enough to know what he must do.
Responsibilities have come with age,
The burden and the blessing of this stage,
Yielding joys less pure than those he knew.

There are the distant child and former wife,
Hard truths that no resentment can assuage.
Retired parents soon will need him, too,
Encumbering him on both sides as the view
Encompasses more grace than he can gauge.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/43d.html. For more number poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/numberpoems.html .

This week’s theme: Sacrifice
August 28: Thirty-One5
August 29: Forty-Three4

Sunday, August 27, 2017

Thirty-One5

August 28, 2017

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is sacrifice, in honor of the Muslim holiday Eid al-Adha, which falls on September 2 and commemorates Ibrahim’s willingness to sacrifice his son.

Today’s poem is a number poem about sacrificing oneself to save the Earth.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Thirty-one returns the cosmic favor,
Here, like us all, through accidental grace,
Immersed in saving what of life he can,
Reversing the revolt of modern man
That has with reason reverence replaced,
Yielding an ecology few savor.

One hopes to find some meaning in one’s labor,
Not looking for success in one’s brief span
Except to hold one’s world in one’s embrace.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/31e.html. For more political poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/politicalpoems.html .

This week’s theme: Sacrifice
August 28: Thirty-one5

Fruit Is but a Fraction of the Tree

August 27, 2017

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is psychology.

Today’s poem is a number and psychological poem about the need to care for oneself if one is to attain higher goals.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Fruit is but a fraction of the tree.
One savors it, but knows what makes it sweet.
Remember that the tree is what one tends,
Taking care that it gets light to eat,
Yet rain enough to drink in avidly.
 
So must one tend oneself sufficiently;
In love and joy pursue, or else defeat,
Xerophyte or hydrophyte, one's ends.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/fruiti.html. For more psychological poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/psychologicalpoems.html .

This week’s theme: Psychology
August 21: Meredith
August 23: Fifty-One3
August 24: Thirty8
August 25: Thirty-Four6
August 26: Forty-Four5
August 27: Fruit Is but a Fraction of the Tree

Friday, August 25, 2017

Forty-Four5

August 26, 2017

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is psychology.

Today’s poem is a number and psychological poem about taking some time to be alone.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Forty-four, immersed in vivid life,
Old enough yet young enough to be
Responsible to husband, child, and home,
Takes pleasure in her roles as mom and wife
Yet reserves some time to be alone.

For one can serve oneself unselfishly,
Organ of a music all one’s own,
Uniting strains of harmony and strife,
Resonance that sings across one's sea.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/44e.html. For more psychological poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/psychologicalpoems.html .

This week’s theme: Psychology
August 21: Meredith
August 23: Fifty-One3
August 24: Thirty8
August 25: Thirty-Four6
August 26: Forty-Four5

Thirty-Four6

August 25, 2017

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is psychology.

Today’s poem is a number and psychological poem about being comfortable in one’s inner home.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Thirty-four has found her inner home,
Happy in her own well-tended space,
Inviting friends to drop in on their way,
Relishing the doldrums of the day,
Taking pleasure in each moment's grace,
Yet as content in company as alone.

For one must have such comfort to embrace
Oneself, and put one’s passions into play.
Ultimately one must, though one may roam,
Remain at last, perplexed or pleased, in place.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/34f.html. For more psychological poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/psychologicalpoems.html .

This week’s theme: Psychology
August 21: Meredith
August 23: Fifty-One3
August 24: Thirty8
August 25: Thirty-Four6

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Thirty8

August 24, 2017

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is psychology.

Today’s poem is a number and psychological poem about choosing wisely what is most meaningful.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Thirty knows quite well what binds one fast,
Having both received and given love.
In what one chooses is what one will be,
Regretting much, of course, but hopefully
The person one's best instincts will approve,
Yearning always for the things that last.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/30h.html. For more psychological poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/psychologicalpoems.html .

This week’s theme: Psychology
August 21: Meredith
August 23: Fifty-One3
August 24: Thirty8

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Fifty-One3

August 23, 2017

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is psychology.

Today’s poem is a number and psychological poem about the need to embrace multiple selves.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Fifty-one reviews her long-past choices,
Interested in knowing who she is.
Fortune is the child of self in ways
That one can neither understand nor phrase,
Yet must accept in searches such as this.

One is, of course, a choir of many voices,
Not just one, one might condemn or praise,
Embracing all, redemptive and remiss.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/51c.html. For more psychological poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/psychologicalpoems.html .

This week’s theme: Psychology
August 21: Meredith
August 23: Fifty-One3

Monday, August 21, 2017

Family Is a Rescue Squad in Waiting

August 22, 2017

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is psychology.

Today’s poem is a number and psychological poem about the difficulties and rewards of family.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Family is a rescue squad in waiting.
One knows there'll be an answer to one's call.
Rest assured there is sufficient love
To water well the wastelands of us all.
Yet simple truths can sometimes bear restating.

Fear not, then, what fortune might befall,
Or what regrets show no signs of abating.
Understand the long-term love that proves
Resilient through the roughhouse of relating.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/family.html. For more psychological poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/psychologicalpoems.html .

This week’s theme: Psychology
August 21: Meredith
August 22: Family Is a Rescue Squad in Waiting

Sunday, August 20, 2017

Meredith

August 21, 2017

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is psychology.

Today’s poem is a name and psychological poem about an unfortunately common modern type.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Meredith has never been marooned,
Even though it sometimes feels like that.
Relationships have dwindled to one cat,
Even as her inbox has ballooned.
Deep into the night she crunches numbers,
Intelligent, industrious, alone,
Talking only business on the phone,
Hard at rest but briefly when she slumbers.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/meridi.html. For more psychological poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/psychologicalpoems.html .

This week’s theme: Psychology
August 21: Meredith

Saturday, August 19, 2017

Twenty-Two Years Later They Were Dead

August 20, 2017

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is divorce.

Today’s poem is about two former spouses who never managed to get over their divorce.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Twenty-two years later they were dead
And nothing was resolved, nor would it be.
Life, as is its wont, had gone ahead,
But both of them, though freed, were never free.
Both remarried, loved, fell ill, and died,
Buried separately, with space reserved
For those who mourned them most, the two outside
What once was home but could not be preserved.
What bitterness and blame, forgiveness, rage,
Guilt, shame, fury, impotence, and sorrow
Sloshed against the walls of each's cage,
A storm that never yielded to tomorrow.
How beautiful and sad, the love of youth
That, though it could not last, outlasts the truth.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/22year.html. For more divorce poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/divorcepoems.html .

This week’s theme: Divorce
August 20: Twenty-Two Years Later They Were Dead