Wednesday, October 17, 2018

Jasmine

October 17, 2018

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

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A name poem for a deceased pet ferret named Jasmine:

Jasmine was my best, most loyal friend,
A lover to the bone, all hot affection.
Squirming out the moment I came near,
Making for my nose or inner ear,
In ecstasy she'd lick away dejection,
Nuzzling with neither strategy nor end.
Even death has made her no less dear.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Death of a Pet
10/17: Jasmine

Monday, October 15, 2018

Ever I Loved You, Though I Could Not Have You

October 16, 2018

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

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An epitaph for a cat named Emily, who was dominated by her larger sister Charlotte:

Ever I loved you, though I could not have you.
Most of my life was lived in Charlotte's shadow.
I stalked the house, meowing, muttering,
Love my joy, my burden, and my sorrow.
Yet not in silence did I do without you.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Death of a Pet
10/16: Ever I Loved You, Though I Could Not HaveYou

Sunday, October 14, 2018

Could I But Give You Comfort in My Death

October 15, 2018

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

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

An epitaph for a cat named Charlotte:

Could I but give you comfort in my death,
How might I tell you what you meant to me?
All I did, both night and day, was love you,
Rulers of my kingdom and my heart.
Like gods, at last you claimed my painful breath,
Opening the door to mystery,
The final gift of all the gifts you gave me,
Taking what I could no longer give you,
Even at the end, with all my art.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Death of a Pet
10/15: Could I But Give You Comfort in My Death

The Future Has No Indians

October 14, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is indigenous peoples in honor of Indigenous People’s Day, which was celebrated on October 8.

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

A poem about a future in which there are no indigenous peoples, and a desperate search for them:

The future has no Indians,
No Pacific coast.
Its mines are planets,
Its fire stars.
Huge colonies hover
Like worshippers,
Arms outstretched,
While galleons sail
On solar wind.
There are forty quintillion
Amazon jungles
Per single, sated termite,
And the only things
People tend to run out of
Are numbers.
But far out at the edges,
In ships that cube the speed of light,
A few daring scouts
Search desperately
For Indians.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Indigenous Peoples
10/14: The Future Has No Indians

Friday, October 12, 2018

What Do We Owe the Dispossessed

October 13, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is indigenous peoples in honor of Indigenous People’s Day, which was celebrated on October 8.

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

A poem for Indigenous People’s Day about what more recent immigrants owe indigenous peoples:

What do we owe the dispossessed?
Whose hunting grounds are now our playgrounds,
Our subdivisions, shopping malls, parking lots,
Our sidewalks, streets, highways, postage-stamp lawns,
Our homes?

Truly, what do we owe them?
Whose sacred places are now our toxic wastelands,
Or paved over by concrete or macadam,
Or made over into ersatz wilderness
From which they are the one native animal
Which is excluded?

What do we owe them?
Who have moved into quarters long since
Vacated by genocide?
Whose ancestors were oceans away,
Victims of their own genocides?

What do we owe the dispossessed,
Who are now in possession?

Must not those who enjoy the stolen fruit
Assume the burden?

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Indigenous Peoples
10/13: What Do We Owe the Dispossessed

The Trail of Tears

October 12, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is indigenous peoples in honor of Indigenous People’s Day, which was celebrated on October 8.

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Excerpts for Indigenous People’s Day from Andrew Jackson’s message to Congress, “On Indian Removal” (1830), and The Memorial of the Cherokee Nation (1830):

THE TRAIL OF TEARS

JACKSON: It gives me pleasure to announce to Congress
That the benevolent policy of the Government,
Steadily pursued for nearly thirty years,
In relation to the removal of the Indians beyond the white settlements
Is approaching to a happy consummation.
What good man would prefer
A country covered with forests
And ranged by a few thousand savages
To our extensive Republic,
Studded with cities, towns, and prosperous farms
Embellished with all the improvements
Which art can devise or industry execute,
Occupied by more than 12,000,000 happy people,
And filled with all the blessings of liberty, civilization and religion?

CHEROKEE NATION: We wish to remain on the land of our fathers.
We have a perfect and original right to remain without interruption or molestation.
The treaties with us, and laws of the United States
Made in pursuance of treaties,
Guaranty our residence and our privileges,
And secure us against intruders.
Our only request is, that these treaties may be fulfilled,
And these laws executed.

JACKSON: It will separate the Indians from immediate contact with settlements of whites;
Free them from the power of the States;
Enable them to pursue happiness in their own way and under their own rude institutions;
Will retard the progress of decay, which is lessening their numbers,
And perhaps cause them gradually, under the protection of the Government
And through the influence of good counsels,
To cast off their savage habits
And become an interesting, civilized, and Christian community.

CHEROKEE NATION: If we are compelled to leave our country,
We see nothing but ruin before us.
The country west of the Arkansas territory is unknown to us.
All the inviting parts of it, as we believe, are preoccupied by various Indian nations,
To which it has been assigned.
They would regard us as intruders.
The far greater part of that region is,
Beyond all controversy,
Badly supplied with wood and water;
And no Indian tribe can live as agriculturists without these articles.
All our neighbors . . . would speak a language totally different from ours,
And practice different customs.
Were the country to which we are urged much better than it is represented to be,
Still it is not the land of our birth,
Nor of our affections.
It contains neither the scenes of our childhood,
Nor the graves of our fathers. . .

JACKSON: Rightly considered, the policy of the General Government toward the red man
Is not only liberal, but generous.
He is unwilling to submit to the laws of the States
And mingle with their population.
To save him from this alternative, or perhaps utter annihilation,
The General Government kindly offers him a new home,
And proposes to pay the whole expense of his removal and settlement.

CHEROKEE NATION: We have been called a poor, ignorant, and degraded people.
We certainly are not rich;
Nor have we ever boasted of our knowledge,
Or our moral or intellectual elevation.
But there is not a man within our limits
So ignorant as not to know
That he has a right to live on the land of his fathers,
In the possession of his immemorial privileges,
And that this right has been acknowledged by the United States;
Nor is there a man so degraded
As not to feel a keen sense of injury,
On being deprived of his right
And driven into exile . . .

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Indigenous Peoples
10/12: The Trail of Tears

Thursday, October 11, 2018

a-La-Tai-Me-She-Kia-Kiak

October 11, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is indigenous peoples in honor of Indigenous People’s Day, which was celebrated on October 8.

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

A poem for Indigenous People’s Day, based on eyewitness accounts and military histories, of the Massacre at Bad-Axe, which occurred Aug. 1-2, 1832:

a-La-Tai-Me-She-Kia-Kiak,
Known to the Whites as Black Hawk,
Crossed back over the Mississippi in 1832
To return to our ancestral village, Saukenuk,
From which we had been driven the year before.

He had hoped for help from the Winnebago,
The Potawatomi, and the British in Canada,
But when he received none, he waved the white flag
And tried to cross back over to Iowa,
He and his 500 warriors, and his 1500 women and children,
To give up our homeland forever.
And I was with him.

The Illinois militia pursued us,
Though we waved the white flag many times
And wished to leave in peace,
And we fought with them along the way
Until we came to the Mississippi,
Near where a tributary called the Bad Axe
Joined the great river.

There was a steamboat on the river
With canons and sharpshooters,
And again we waved the white flag,
And again we were ignored.

The canons and sharpshooters let loose,
Killing many as we tried to cross the river,
Killing many hiding on small islands
And behind fallen trees and swampland
On the river’s banks.

And we fought back, thinking to die with honor
There on the great river
That lay between our home
And the place of our banishment.
Two days we fought them
Until many of us were dead,
And those remaining had nothing more to fire.

I saw the white men taking scalps.
Some cut strips of flesh from our warriors’ backs
To serve as razor strops.
They took 400 women and children prisoner,
Along with the warriors that were left.
No one knows how many warriors, women, and children
Were massacred in the river, on the islands, and on the banks.

One warrior, in pride and grief,
Banged his head against the steamboat’s rail
Until he was dead.
But I, less brave than he,
To my eternal dishonor and shame,
Survived.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Indigenous Peoples
10/11: a-La-Tai-Me-She-Kia-Kiak

Wednesday, October 10, 2018

Indians? Just Get a Few

October 10, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is indigenous peoples in honor of Indigenous People’s Day, which was celebrated on October 8.

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

A poem for Indigenous People’s Day about how many indigenous tribes lost their land to speculators:

Indians? Just get a few
Drunk and have them sign the thing.
Any Indians will do,

Though of the right tribe. Then you
Take it to court, to me, and bring
The Indians, just a few --

Chiefs this time, if you can -- to view
The words that will their wandering.
Though any Indians will do.

Then some pleas I’ll get you through
Before we turn to exiling
The Indians, just a few

I’ll quickly rule against, then cue
The troops to start the harrowing.
Any Indians will do,

Until they get the message. You
Can start to buy up land by spring.
So get some Indians -- just a few.
Any Indians will do.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Indigenous Peoples
10/10: Indians? Just Get a Few

Tuesday, October 9, 2018

We Have Become an Endangered Species

October 9, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is indigenous peoples in honor of Indigenous People’s Day, which was celebrated on October 8.

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

A poem for Indigenous People’s Day about Native Americans as an endangered species:

We have become an endangered species
Dying for lack of habitat,
Like lions, like bison, like elephants, wolves,
Restricted to government reservations.

Dying for lack of habitat,
Many have turned from our ancestors’ ways.
Restricted to government reservations,
We cannot travel the road of the seasons.

Many have turned from our ancestors’ ways
And the land that we sprang from like acorns, like berries.
We cannot travel the road of the seasons,
Cut off from its bounty by barbed-wire fences.

The land that we sprang from like acorns, like berries,
Like lions, like bison, like elephants, wolves,
Cut off from its bounty by barbed-wire fences,
We have become an endangered species.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Indigenous Peoples
10/9: We Have Become an Endangered Species

Monday, October 8, 2018

Indians Are, of Course, Not Indians

October 8, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is indigenous peoples in honor of Indigenous People’s Day, which is celebrated today, October 8.

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

A poem for Indigenous People’s Day about the mislabeling of the American indigenous peoples:

Indians are, of course, not Indians.
Nor were they ever Indians.
Denying their identities,
Inventing labels as we please,
Allows, of course, their genocide.
No word is ever innocent.
So names enable fratricide.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Indigenous Peoples
10/8: Indians Are, of Course, Not Indians

Saturday, October 6, 2018

Seventy-Nine3

October 7, 2018

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

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A number poem for a seventy-nine year old about reaching old age:

Seventy-nine – My God! – is almost eighty!
Eventually, I guess, one does get old.
Vistas of the past engage the mind,
Elegies for what lies far behind,
Now interspliced with scenes just barely cold,
The long ago concurrent with the lately,
Years and decades onto one screen scrolled.

Now one’s state of being is more stately,
In movement and in contour more confined.
Nor could one differ, were one so inclined,
Embracing life’s decrees as life unfolds.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Age
10/1: Three
10/2: Eight
10/4: Forty-One
10/5: Fifty
10/6: Sixty-One
10/7: Seventy-Nine

Sixty-One4

October 6, 2018

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

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A number poem for a sixty-one year old about looking for a landing place:

Sixty-one surveys the rocky shore,
Intent on landing somewhere safe and sound.
X's on a map show nothing more
Than places where a ship might run aground.
Yet time moves on, and harbor must be found.

One never can know whither one is bound,
Nor what the fate one chooses has in store,
Ever till one’s ship the next point rounds.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Age
10/1: Three
10/2: Eight
10/4: Forty-One
10/5: Fifty
10/6: Sixty-One

Thursday, October 4, 2018

Fifty6

October 5, 2018

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

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A number poem of astonishment at reaching fifty:

Fifty isn’t half a century.
It couldn’t be! The numbers must be wrong!
For centuries cannot apply to me.
There is no way my life could be that long!
Yet numbers never lie. Unfortunately.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Age
10/1: Three
10/2: Eight
10/4: Forty-One
10/5: Fifty

Forty-One6

October 4, 2018

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

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A number poem for a forty-one year old about the passage of time:

Forty-one is not yet past his prime --
Older, to be sure, but far from old.
Revelations come and go with time,
Their streams of wisdom running hot and cold,
Yet here and there he pans a bit of gold.

One's life is too voluminous to hold,
Nor can one slow each year's departing chime,
Even as each breath remains sublime.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Age
10/1: Three
10/2: Eight
10/4: Forty-One

Tuesday, October 2, 2018

There Is No Moment When One's Youth Is Over

October 3, 2018

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

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

A number poem for a twenty-nine year old about the end of youth:

There is no moment when one’s youth is over,
When one has reached the boundary of what will
Endure until the onset of one’s age.
No birthday will announce that change of stage,
That crossing into finity, until
You can look back and see that you are older.

Now you are and feel as young as ever,
In hope and thought and yearning youthful still.
Nor are your dreams less grand than your endeavors,
Even as each year you turn the page.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Age
10/1: Three
10/2: Eight
10/3: There Is No Moment When One’s Youth Is Over

Monday, October 1, 2018

Eight2

October 2, 2018

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

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A number poem about how fast eight year olds want to grow up:

Eight year olds, of course, are not yet nine.
Instead, they try to act like they are ten,
Growing up more rapidly than Time
Has time to pass more patiently with them.
They’ll slow down, I know. But who knows when?

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Age
10/1: Three
10/2: Eight

Sunday, September 30, 2018

Three4

October 1, 2018

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

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A number poem about three year olds and rebellion:

Three year olds are trying to break free,
Having had enough of holding hands.
Rebellion at this age comes naturally,
Even as the child takes a stand,
Exploring what a strong will can command.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Age
10/1: Three

If You Loved Me, You'd Be There for Me

September 30, 2018

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

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A love poem asking for space to be fully oneself:

If you loved me, you'd be there for me
To help me do the things I want to do.
My whole life wouldn't be only for you,
Nor would my love determine who you'd be.

I want you to respect what I do well,
To share the joy I feel when I succeed,
To give me the encouragement I need,
To be my wings, not my protective shell.

I love you, and I want you to be mine,
But I would never say you're not allowed
To be a person who would make me proud,
To step outside into your own sunshine.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Love
9/30: If You Loved Me, You’d Be There for Me

Saturday, September 29, 2018

I Want to Help You Fly

September 29, 2018

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

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

A love poem about the paradox of wanting what’s best for a lover, but not if it means losing him or her.

I want to help you fly,
But not away from me.
I want what's best for you,
But fear what that might be.

There is no paradox
More difficult than this:
That I would die for you,
Yet not give up your kiss.

So do not mind my madness;
Fly bravely, if you must:
I'll watch you, happy in your joy,
And teach my heart to trust.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Love
9/29: I Want to Help You Fly

Thursday, September 27, 2018

I Promise You My Innocence

September 28, 2018

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

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

A love poem promising fulfillment:

I promise you my innocence
When fire fills the sky,
When the sun erupts in ecstasy
And fading furies die.

I want to fill your life with love,
So full you want to cry,
And make myself your land and sea,
Your mirror and your eye.

I lay my happiness upon
The pillow of your sigh;
Your joy, your love, your need of me
Is where my angels lie.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Love
9/28: I Promise You My Innocence

Wednesday, September 26, 2018

I Love You with All I Am

September 27, 2018

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

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

A love poem about the total joining of two people through love:

I love you with all I am
And all I'll ever be.
You are my moon, my sun and stars,
My earth, my sky, my sea.

My love for you goes down and down
Beneath both life and death,
So deep it must remain when I
Have drawn my last faint breath.

Holding you for months and years
Will make Time disappear,
Will make your lips my lips, your face
My face, your tear my tear;

Will make us one strange personage
All intertwined in bliss,
Not man or woman, live or dead--
Just nothing--but a kiss!

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Love
9/27: I Love You with All I Am

Tuesday, September 25, 2018

I Love You & Etc.

September 26, 2018

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

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

A humorous love poem full of clichés:

I love you & etc.
As I have never loved.
You are the one, of all so far,
That I'm most certain of.

I'll do anything, etc.,
To keep your cool green eyes,
And make you smile that golden smile,
And still your lonely sighs.

You're the greatest & etc.
Guy I've ever met.
Right now you are my heart and soul,
Etcetera & etcet.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Love
9/26: I Love You & Etc.

Monday, September 24, 2018

My Love for You Is Something I'm Afraid of

September 25, 2018

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

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A love poem from a teenager to an adult lover:

My love for you is something I'm afraid of.
You're all grown up, and I am still a kid.
You tell me that you love me. I believe it.
But something in me says this isn't good.

You touch me and I melt into your yearning.
You kiss me and I never want to stop.
I dream of you whenever I'm not with you.
And yet I cannot trust you - not just yet.

Yes, love and trust must always go together,
And it's a sign of trouble when they don't.
You are a man, and I not yet a woman,
Too young to know exactly what I want.

You say you'll wait for me, which makes me happy,
As I, too, wait for me to find my way.
Years are sunlit space for me to grow in
Until we can love boldly, eye-to-eye.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Love
9/25: My Love for You Is Something I’m Afraid of

Sunday, September 23, 2018

I Don't Know How We Get into These Fights

September 24, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

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

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

An “I’m sorry” love poem apologizing for fighting:

I don't know how we get into these fights.
After them I look back at the ashes
More shocked than hurt, as when a light plane crashes,
Slanting numb through strange, unearthly lights.
Oh, how I wish I could get off that plane
Rushing to its rendezvous with tears!
Rage is but a mask for my shy fears.
Yet I would die before I caused you pain.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Love
9/24: I Don’t Know How We Get into These Fights

Proverbs on Good and Evil

September 23, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is good and evil in honor of Yom Kippur, the Jewish Day of Atonement, which begins on September 18.

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

A set of proverbs on good and evil:

PROVERBS ON GOOD AND EVIL

1. Good and evil are like unstable elements that bond immediately to form a single molecule. A jolt of electricity, however, can temporarily separate them again.

2. The innocent are guilty of not knowing they are guilty, whereas the guilty are innocent of not knowing they are guilty.

3. The most common justification for evil is cynicism. The second most common justification for evil is idealism. However, idealism tends to justify the greater evil.

4. One often perceives someone as evil because one perceives oneself as good. This error is the cause of a great deal of confusion and suffering.

5. The reward for goodness is self-satisfaction, wherein also lies great danger.

6. How, then, is one to know good from evil? That which springs from love is good. That which springs from greed, lust, or hatred is evil. That which is beautiful is good. That which is ugly is evil. That which you yourself would want from another is good. That which you yourself would not want from another is evil.

7. There are those who cast aside all restraints and are willingly evil. There are those who live perpetually restrained and become self-righteous. There are those who are aware of the evil in their hearts, words, and acts, yet are able to love themselves and others.

8. Evil must sometimes be met with violence, but the only antidote is love.

9. Thus to be good one must love those who are evil, among whom one must include oneself. That is, to be good one must know one is evil, both at war and at peace with oneself.

10. In the war between good and evil, the major battleground is in the hearts of children, and the weapons are the lives of adults.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Good and Evil
9/22: Gretchen
9/23: Proverbs on Good and Evil

Saturday, September 22, 2018

Gretchen

September 22, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is good and evil in honor of Yom Kippur, the Jewish Day of Atonement, which begins on September 18.

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

A name poem for a universal giver of good:

Gretchen is a universal giver,
Replenishing our reservoirs within.
Each act of kindness swells a righteous river,
Tears that flow against the tide of sin.
Could kindness only be like blood transfused,
How simple it would be to heal the heart!
Even so, every drop is used,
Needed tincture for the healer’s art.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Good and Evil
9/22: Gretchen

Friday, September 21, 2018

The Problem Isn't Simply One of Rules

September 21, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is good and evil in honor of Yom Kippur, the Jewish Day of Atonement, which begins on September 18.

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

A poem about the causes of corruption and what one can do about it:

The problem isn’t simply one of rules.
Corruption is a matter of the heart
In which one’s inner music plays its part,
Cacophony that makes chords sound like fools.
One cannot teach integrity in schools,
Nor sell it through philosophy or art,
Nor fashion it from fear, nor from the start
Build it with a set of legal tools.
All these are well and good, and should be done.
But one must change the music if one would
Reduce corruption to a rare disease.
One dances to a tune, for there is none
Not moved by music. So sing! And your voice could
Restore a bit of virtue by degrees.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Good and Evil
9/21: The Problem Isn’t Simply One of Rules