Love Comes to Those Who Love

November 18, 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 poem about love as the cause of love:

Love comes to those who love, who find their joy

In others' joy, their tears in others' tears.

Those in need receive the gifts that buoy

Them through the windswept yearnings of their years.

Weakness is a strength, and power none,

For none has power to compel affection.

Passion to the self-consumed may come,

But love looks for the grace of its reflection.

Love is like a tide that comes and goes,

And comes and goes according to the moon,

Giving and receiving as it flows

Between high headlands weathered and rough-hewn.

For love becomes itself the cause of love,

A double-knot not easy to remove.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Love

11/12: Eventually, We Learn that Love Is as Seasonal as Potatoes

11/13: Desire Is

11/14: Gifts Given Freely, Out of Joy and Love

11/15: In Love You Let the Heart Do All the Thinking

11/16: Jewels Are Cut from More than Precious Stone

11/17: Lest Your Love Lie Undisclosed

11/18: Love Comes to Those Who Love

Lest Your Love Lie Undisclosed

November 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 love.

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

A poem about the need to declare one’s love:

Lest your love lie undisclosed,

Simply say what's in your heart,

With neither eloquence nor art,

Unafraid to be exposed.

Some fear their love might be accepted,

Inspiring an expectation;

Others fear humiliation,

Too restrained to be rejected.

Either way, you're sure to lose

By hiding what you know is true.

The love you feel is merely you

Rendered up to whom you choose.

So say it, let your love be known,

And be more fully who you are!

The fear of pain ought never bar

The joy that else might be your own.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Love

11/12: Eventually, We Learn that Love Is as Seasonal as Potatoes

11/13: Desire Is

11/14: Gifts Given Freely, Out of Joy and Love

11/15: In Love You Let the Heart Do All the Thinking

11/16: Jewels Are Cut from More than Precious Stone

11/17: Lest Your Love Lie Undisclosed

Jewels Are Cut from More than Precious Stone

November 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 love.

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

A poem comparing love to sunlight on jewels:

Jewels are cut from more than precious stone.

A life, too, is cut to catch the light.

No beauty is refracted when a lone,

Isolated stranger walks the night.

Can you be jewels to each other's sun?

Each needs a light to shine upon the heart,

Awakening the loveliness that one

Never could reveal if still apart.

Do, then, give both sunlight and refraction,

So you may be at once both light and jewel,

Having made your mutual attraction

Attain a glow no single source could fuel.

When two are one, both are at once in play:

Now each heart will the other's light display.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Love

11/12: Eventually, We Learn that Love Is as Seasonal as Potatoes

11/13: Desire Is

11/14: Gifts Given Freely, Out of Joy and Love

11/15: In Love You Let the Heart Do All the Thinking

11/16: Jewels Are Cut from More than Precious Stone

In Love You Let the Heart Do All the Thinking

November 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 love.

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

A poem about the need to take risks for love:

In love you let the heart do all the thinking

And say with courage simply what seems true.

Time may in good time do the looked-for linking,

But you must know you've done what you can do.

Passion understands far more than reason,

Seeing in the dark with more than sight.

Truth, in truth, can vary with the season,

Nor can you ever know you've got it right.

So throw yourself into the stream of being

And let the moment take you where it will.

Fear does nothing for the bitter keening

That only love's sweet sacrifice can still.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Love

11/12: Eventually, We Learn that Love Is as Seasonal as Potatoes

11/13: Desire Is

11/14: Gifts Given Freely, Out of Joy and Love

11/15: In Love You Let the Heart Do All the Thinking

Gifts Given Freely, Out of Joy and Love

November 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 love.

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

A name poem about love as both giving and taking:

Gifts given freely, out of joy and love,

Are, like the gift of life, conceived in pleasure.

Blest are those whose hearts in that way move,

Receiving more of life than they can measure.

In giving, then, alight with hope and passion,

Each wanting, wanted, desperate with delight,

Lovers incandescent moments fashion,

As meteors slash through a starry night.

No love is strong without its strong demands.

Demons do not need as lovers do!

Love weaves its joys of mutual commands:

In giving pleasure, taking pleasure, too.

So may you give, and find such pleasure there

As lights the darkest dreams of those who care.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Love

11/12: Eventually, We Learn that Love Is as Seasonal as Potatoes

11/13: Desire Is

11/14: Gifts Given Freely, Out of Joy and Love

Desire Is

November 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 love.

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

A poem about love and desire:

Desire is

The hook

Love

The eye

Which forgives

More

Than it

Is

Willing to

See

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Love

11/12: Eventually, We Learn that Love Is as Seasonal as Potatoes

11/13: Desire Is

Eventually, We Learn that Love Is as Seasonal as Potatoes

November 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 love.

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

A name poem about two kinds of love felt simultaneously:

Eventually, we learn that love is as seasonal as potatoes.

Long days of sunshine are followed by short, lusty nights.

Long nights of easeful meditation are followed by doleful, inconsequential days.

Even sex is squeezed by moon, sun, and stars into potato pancakes and candy canes.

Nor do we know what tides pull on our kisses.

Way down deep below the senses is another sort of love,

As equable as the bottom of the sea.

Yet its currents are more powerful than bullrushes,

More seductive than the fragrance of orange blossoms.

At noon it is not heated by the sun,

Nor is it chilled by the midnight mourner’s cries.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Love

11/12: Eventually, We Learn that Love Is as Seasonal as Potatoes

Voices of the Dead Are All Around Me

November 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 Veterans Day, which is celebrated today, November 11^th.

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

A Veteran’s Day poem about the unreality of reality after the more compelling reality of war:

Voices of the dead are all around me.

Everyone alive seems much less real.

The smoke and screams and bombs and blood surround me,

Enduring through the love I still can't feel.

Reality is rarely in the present

As truth and falsehood are defined by pain.

Nor can I stand one moment that is pleasant.

Sanity to me just seems insane.

Death is more attractive than a wife,

And loneliness a far less lonely life.

Yet I must turn and somehow live again.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Veterans Day

11/5: Thank You’s Howl like Wind Across the Dead

11/6: Vast Fields of Crosses, All the Same

11/7: Very Soon I’ll Hear the Victims’ Screams

11/8: Veterans Have Claims upon the Hearts

11/9: Veterans of Wars Unjust or Just

11/10: Victories Are Never Victories

11/11: Voices of the Dead Are All Around Me

Victories Are Never Victories

November 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 Veterans Day, which is celebrated on November 11^th.

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

A Veteran’s Day poem calling all wars evil:

Victories are never victories.

Every battle waged is a defeat.

The end contains the seeds of the repeat.

Even heroes will take liberties.

Remember this, then, when you go to war:

Although the cause be just, the means is not.

None can write in blood without a blot

Seeping back beneath the bedroom door.

Death cries for vengeance; destruction for destruction.

A battle plan is always a reduction:

You kill your foe yet murder so much more.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Veterans Day

11/5: Thank You’s Howl like Wind Across the Dead

11/6: Vast Fields of Crosses, All the Same

11/7: Very Soon I’ll Hear the Victims’ Screams

11/8: Veterans Have Claims upon the Hearts

11/9: Veterans of Wars Unjust or Just

11/10: Victories Are Never Victories

Veterans of Wars Unjust or Just

November 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 Veterans Day, which is celebrated on November 11^th.

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

A Veteran’s Day poem about honoring vets from both just and unjust wars:

Veterans of wars unjust or just

Equally deserve consideration,

Their anger, hatred, fear, and livid lust

Equally in service to their nation.

Remember that the battlefield remains

A place where murder is one's daily duty.

Nor can one be so brutal without stains

Seeping into one's one well of beauty.

Do, then, pay them homage due, for they

Are heroes, though their bitter battles may

Yield peace or conquest, joy or simply pain.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Veterans Day

11/5: Thank You’s Howl like Wind Across the Dead

11/6: Vast Fields of Crosses, All the Same

11/7: Very Soon I’ll Hear the Victims’ Screams

11/8: Veterans Have Claims upon the Hearts

11/9: Veterans of Wars Unjust or Just

Veterans Have Claims upon the Hearts

November 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 Veterans Day, which is celebrated on November 11^th.

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

A Veteran's Day poem about the need to honor veterans regardless of whether one approves of their wars:

Veterans have claims upon the hearts

Even of those who railed against their wars.

The years of sacrifice transcend the cause,

Endured through agonies no word imparts.

Reason cannot comprehend such hell,

As strangers murder strangers out of duty.

Nor does the bleak, obscene, nightmarish beauty

Stop haunting dreams that love and rage compel.

Decency demands we do them honor,

Albeit with a hatred of the horror

Yet harrowing our world, alive and well.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Veterans Day

11/5: Thank You’s Howl like Wind Across the Dead

11/6: Vast Fields of Crosses, All the Same

11/7: Very Soon I’ll Hear the Victims’ Screams

11/8: Veterans Have Claims upon the Hearts

Very Soon I'll Hear the Victims' Screams

November 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 Veterans Day, which is celebrated on November 11^th.

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

A Veteran’s Day poem about a vet’s recurrent nightmares:

Very soon I'll hear the victims' screams,

Even in the midst of my content,

The end not quite enough to quell the means,

Each nightmare not exactly what I meant.

Recruited in a time of peace, I went

Abroad to serve more adolescent dreams,

Not unaware, of course, I might be sent

Someday to where the widow wails and keens.

Dumb ignorance! For now I must repent

Aberrations no regret redeems,

Yet hounding me like dogs on mayhem bent.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Veterans Day

11/5: Thank You’s Howl like Wind Across the Dead

11/6: Vast Fields of Crosses, All the Same

11/7: Very Soon I’ll Hear the Victims’ Screams

Vast Fields of Crosses, All the Same

November 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 Veterans Day, which is celebrated on November 11^th.

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

A Veteran’s Day poem addressed to parents in a military cemetery:

Vast fields of crosses, all the same,

Each embellished with a name.

This is what your love has wrought!

Embrace the child become a thought,

Reduced to regimented loss,

A name screwed on a plain, white cross!

Nor can you feel what you must feel

Since what is real cannot be real.

Devour the moment, make it yours,

As life continues on all fours,

Yearning, begging at closed doors.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Veterans Day

11/5: Thank You’s Howl like Wind Across the Dead

11/6: Vast Fields of Crosses, All the Same

Thank You's Howl like Wind Across the Dead

November 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 Veterans Day, which is celebrated on November 11^th.

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

A Veteran’s Day poem of thanks to the dead, who can no longer hear:

Thank you's howl like wind across the dead,

Howl dark and cold through trees that cannot speak,

As none below has ears for what we say,

Nor can a smile crease a vanished cheek.

Killing lays all souls on one small bed.

Yet we must thank you for ourselves, to seek

One moment of forgiveness on our way,

Unloosing tears we weep but cannot shed.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Veterans Day

11/5: Thank You’s Howl like Wind Across the Dead

Have a Little Hell to Salt Your Heaven

November 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 Halloween, which is celebrated on Oct. 31.

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A Halloween poem about the need to include some horror in one’s life:

Have a little Hell to salt your Heaven,

A dash of horror in your well-whipped cream.

Love and joy are not all you’ve been given.

Let some unsavory nightmare spice your dream!

Open up your long-sealed inner dungeon

Wherein you keep the monsters of your heart.

Enjoy one midnight just a rare smoked smidgeon,

Exquisite taste of what you are, in part,

Night shades for your culinary art!

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Halloween

10/29: Brooms Inspire Restless Witches

10/30: Happy, Happy Halloween

10/31: Have a Look in the Mirror of Your Dreams

11/1: Hobgoblins Know the Proper Way to Dance

11/2: Horror Is a Kind of Play

11/3: Hollow, Hollow Halloween

11/4: Have a Little Hell to Salt Your Heaven

Hollow, Hollow Halloween

November 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 Halloween, which is celebrated on Oct. 31.

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

A Halloween poem about the plight of lost souls:

Hollow, hollow Halloween,

All hollow at the bone

Like a loud but silent scream

Long entombed in stone.

O hollow, hard, unhallowed souls

Wandering the night:

Ever weep on daylight’s shoals

Even as the matin tolls,

Never reaching light.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Halloween

10/29: Brooms Inspire Restless Witches

10/30: Happy, Happy Halloween

10/31: Have a Look in the Mirror of Your Dreams

11/1: Hobgoblins Know the Proper Way to Dance

11/2: Horror Is a Kind of Play

11/3: Hollow, Hollow Halloween

Horror Is a Kind of Play

November 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 Halloween, which is celebrated on Oct. 31.

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

A Halloween poem about the real-life function of Halloween horror:

Horror is a kind of play,

A need to undergo

Life along the borderline,

Lest death be just a name.

On Halloween we dream away

What wailing we well know,

Enchanted by the danger sign

Each savors up and down the spine,

Near haunts that are no game.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Halloween

10/29: Brooms Inspire Restless Witches

10/30: Happy, Happy Halloween

10/31: Have a Look in the Mirror of Your Dreams

11/1: Hobgoblins Know the Proper Way to Dance

11/2: Horror Is a Kind of Play

Hobgoblins Know the Proper Way to Dance

November 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 Halloween, which was celebrated yesterday, Oct. 31.

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A Halloween poem about how much scary creatures delight in scaring people:

Hobgoblins know the proper way to dance:

Arms akimbo, loopy legs askew,

Leaping into darkness with delight,

Lusting for the ecstasy of fright,

Open to the charm of horrors new.

Well may you start your screaming in advance,

Even as you give a ghoul a chance,

Each creepy creature craving to say, "Boo!",

Near heaven in its netherworld of night.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Halloween

10/29: Brooms Inspire Restless Witches

10/30: Happy, Happy Halloween

10/31: Have a Look in the Mirror of Your Dreams

11/1: Hobgoblins Know the Proper Way to Dance

Have a Look in the Mirror of Your Dreams

October 31, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is Halloween, which is celebrated today, Oct. 31.

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A Halloween poem about the realities behind the fantasies of horror.

Have a look in the mirror of your dreams:

All the horrors that you see are real.

Lest you think the world is as it seems,

Let your skin crawl, your frozen blood congeal.

Of fear and fantasy now take your fill.

Wells of sorrow lie beneath your feet.

Each sun-drenched field you mercilessly till

Endures to see your ultimate defeat.

Now let yourself let go your last conceit.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Halloween

10/29: Brooms Inspire Restless Witches

10/30: Happy, Happy Halloween

10/31: Have a Look in the Mirror of Your Dreams

Happy, Happy Halloween

October 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 Halloween, which will be celebrated tomorrow, Oct. 31.

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

A Halloween poem that contrasts the pleasures of the living with the suffering of ghosts:

Happy, Happy Halloween!

A funhouse till tomorrow!

Let the living squirm and scream!

Leave the dead to sorrow.

Only ghosts endure such pain,

Well beyond their age,

Each undone again, again,

Each condemned to rage.

Nor can they turn the page.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Halloween

10/29: Brooms Inspire Restless Witches

10/30: Happy, Happy Halloween

Brooms Inspire Restless Witches

October 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 Halloween, which is celebrated on Oct. 31.

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A Halloween poem about witches itching to ride their brooms:

Brooms inspire restless witches

Ready for their midnight rides,

Overcome by urgent itches

One indulges to survive.

Maybe you will see them soon

Shrieking as they cross the moon.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Halloween

10/29: Brooms Inspire Restless Witches

I Cannot Think You're Not Alive Somewhere

October 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 belief in the supernatural.

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A poem about the origin of the belief in life after death:

I cannot think you're not alive somewhere.

I think of you just as I did before.

No sudden gust of wind has closed the door

Or made your presence vanish in thin air.

I write you this because I know you're there;

That even after death there must be more.

So does faith one's inner sun restore

After bitter darkness few can bear.

My mind and heart have not yet lost a friend

Even though my senses are bereft,

For you remain the witness of my soul.

No mere accident our love can end

So long as I have will and memory left,

And you lie silent on some unknown shoal.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Belief in the Supernatural

10/22: Janae

10/23: Natalie

10/24: Happy Fifth Anniversary

10/25: Martin

10/26: Several Days Before I Was to Die

10/27: Children Who Die Are Not Really Gone

10/28: I Cannot Think You’re Not Alive Somewhere

Children Who Die Are Not Really Gone

October 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 belief in the supernatural.

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A poem about the place where children go after they die:

Children who die are not really gone,

But go to a place that is something like home,

Where they sleep the deep sleep, as quiet as stone,

Until we can join them when our lives are done.

Children who die are not really dead,

But just like good children tucked into bed,

Wait the long wait while we go ahead

Till our tales are all told and our tears are all shed.

Children who die feel no pleasure or pain

In the place where they wait till they see us again,

And all of us dance in a world washed with rain

Where the sun shines so brightly no sorrows remain.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Belief in the Supernatural

10/22: Janae

10/23: Natalie

10/24: Happy Fifth Anniversary

10/25: Martin

10/26: Several Days Before I Was to Die

10/27: Children Who Die Are Not Really Gone

Several Days Before I Was to Die

October 26, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is belief in the supernatural.

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

A poem about an apparent miracle:

Several days before I was to die

A white dove flew into my garden.

It had one black spot on its tail,

As though a drop of ink had soiled

Its purity. It looked at me

As birds do: head sideways,

Neck twisted, almost upside down;

Then went the other way, fluttered,

Cooed, straightened, and stared at me

With more than human stillness. Our eyes

Met, and I felt some understanding

Pass between us, as though it sensed

I was to die and felt compassion.

And then I knew that I would live.

Weeks after my miracle

The dove returned, nesting near me,

An ordinary bird. Of course

I hold it dear. But who lived in

Its eyes? Whose compassion sent

The silent thoughts that turned my will?

I know my own imagination

May have spoken through the bird,

Lifting me from death. But surely

What we'll never understand

Far surpasses what we know.

The dove knows more than we. And I,

Returned from death, am like a boulder

Lifted up and left upon the shore

By some majestic wave.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Belief in the Supernatural

10/22: Janae

10/23: Natalie

10/24: Happy Fifth Anniversary

10/25: Martin

10/26: Several Days Before I Was to Die

Martin

October 25, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is belief in the supernatural.

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

A name poem hoping that a dead son has found life after death:

Martin died at twenty-four;

A second transplant failed.

Rest in peace, my darling boy,

The lantern of my life and joy;

In death find life unveiled.

Nor can one hope for more.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Belief in the Supernatural

10/22: Janae

10/23: Natalie

10/24: Happy Fifth Anniversary

10/25: Martin

Happy Fifth Anniversary

October 24, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is belief in the supernatural.

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

A fifth anniversary poem using a supernatural belief in angels as decoration:

Happy fifth anniversary!

Angels hover near!

Perhaps you cannot see them, but,

Pleased as punch, they're here!

Yet if you doubt, just listen,

For music does not lie.

In zillions they are singing;

For you they fill the sky,

Their rainbowed wings aflutter,

Hosanna-ing on high!

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Belief in the Supernatural

10/22: Janae

10/23: Natalie

10/24: Happy Fifth Anniversary

Natalie

October 23, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is belief in the supernatural.

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

A name poem for a woman whose mentors are angels:

Natalie believes she's been with angels.

A few brought back her mother from the dead.

Though, of course, she lives in our age,

Awash in lust, greed, cruelty, and rage,

Like her mentors, she finds inner grace

In love of all there is. Life's joy is fed

Each day for her by truths that leave no trace.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Belief in the Supernatural

10/22: Janae

10/23: Natalie

Janae

October 22, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is belief in the supernatural.

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

A name poem for a woman who believes that angels are humans who died:

Janae sees the angels spread their wings

And speaks to them of life before they died.

None of them is sad, though sadness sings

As beautifully of where they now abide,

Eternal in an ether vast and wide.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Belief in the Supernatural

10/22: Janae

There Was No Love More Genuine than Mine

October 21, 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 Tiger:

There was no love more genuine than mine;

In giving and receiving it was pure.

Grieve not, for my legacy is pleasure,

Each memory a gift that will endure,

Returning gifts you gave me in my time.

© 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

10/16: Ever I Loved You, Though I Could Not Have You

10/17: Jasmine

10/18: Lady

10/19: Maybe I Was Skittish Among Strangers

10/20: No Man or Child Could Love You More than I

10/21: There Was No Love More Genuine than Mine

No Man or Child Could Love You More than I

October 20, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

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 not-always-obedient dog named Nimrod:

No man or child could love you more than I.

In you I found my master, god, and friend.

Maybe there were claims I did contend,

Refusing to do this or that, but my

Only happiness was in your love,

Deserved or not, a grace my will would prove.

© 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

10/16: Ever I Loved You, Though I Could Not Have You

10/17: Jasmine

10/18: Lady

10/19: Maybe I Was Skittish Among Strangers

10/20: No Man or Child Could Love You More than I

Maybe I Was Skittish Among Strangers

October 19, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

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 Morghan, who died early:

Maybe I was skittish among strangers:

Only you, my loved ones, owned my heart.

Racing into hiding, I would know,

Given time, the foreigners would go:

Here was home, in which they had no part.

As though I knew my fate, I dodged all dangers;

Nor could I alter it, for 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

10/16: Ever I Loved You, Though I Could Not Have You

10/17: Jasmine

10/18: Lady

10/19: Maybe I Was Skittish Among Strangers

Lady

October 18, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

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 .

A name poem for a deceased pet dog named Lady:

Lady was a lover to the bone.

All she wanted out of life was me.

Death might indicate that she is gone,

Yet she is here, and here will always be.

© 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

10/16: Ever I Loved You, Though I Could Not Have You

10/17: Jasmine

10/18: Lady