Movement Comes Most Often Without Motion

 

A psychological poem about unconscious change:

 

Movement comes most often without motion.
Incremental thaws can peel a rock.
Years wash away the stubbornest emotion,
While silence can the rustiest thought unlock.
There are magic whispers quietly in mourning
That soothe what we will never know as pain,
And songs that come upon us without warning,
Undoing all the buttons that remain.
Our skin is quite a permeable border
Across which strangers freely come and go,
Subversive to our phantom sense of order
Yet never touching what we think we know.
Thus without motion do we silent move
Unknowing, until suddenly we love.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

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There Is a Joy that Banishes All Reason

 

A poem about the difficulty of freeing oneself from an addiction:

 

There is a joy that banishes all reason,
An ecstasy so vast it has no shore,
A craving that devours all decision,
A lust for nothingness that lusts for more.
There are angels in pursuit of pain
Who take Satanic pride in degradation,
Who'll drag you down the hill and back again
Hosanna-ing your sweet humiliation.
Just like a fire fanned by a hot, dry wind,
Or like a flood that sweeps away all will,
This wall of pleasure leaves no one behind,
No sign of life where all one loves lies still.
So does the soul in anguish hate the joy
That soothes the hate that does the soul destroy.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

Audio and Video Music: Chariots of War. By Aakash Gandhi. Music free to use at YouTube. Illustration Credit: AI

 

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Clearly, There Can Be No Better News

 

A congratulations poem on the birth of a child:

 

Clearly, there could be no better news.
Of life and love, now there will be more.
Nor can we guess what grace we have in store,
Granted but imaginary views.
Rejoice in the creation of a soul,
A universe again emerged from darkness,
There being nothing, then a veiled vastness,
Unknowable, infinite, and whole.
Let there be again that bolt of light,
Again the wonder and the mystery,
The being that no cause could cause to be,
Incandescent day from utter night!
O children of desire, what have you done?
New-made a universe, another one,
Shard of One too luminous to see.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

Audio and Video Music: Borderless. By Aakash Gandhi. Music free to use at YouTube. Illustration Credit: AI

 

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August

 

A calendar poem for August:

 

August starts to shade a bit towards shade,
Upon the cusp of full tide and retreat,
Grace, poised upon a turning point of time,
Unwilling to welcome what it can't decline,
Sweet season no foreboding can defeat.
Though evenings earlier begin to fade.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

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Farewell, My Friend and Confidante

 

A goodbye poem to a friend who is going away:

 

Farewell, my friend and confidante!
As you go, so must I
Resume alone the well-worn path
Each soul must travel by.
Wend where you will, my wanderer,
Even as you stay
Long treasured in my lonely heart,
Loved well, though far away.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

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For You the Earth Must Be a Greener Green

 

A love and number poem wishing a loved one every gift of grace:

 

For you the Earth must be a greener green;
Orange buds must burst with greater glory;
Rivers must be pure, light full of grace,
Time unfold a more enchanting story;
Years must shape a spirit more serene.

To you the birds must sing with more delight;
Hyacinths must pour forth sweeter scent;
Rain must wear more gently, storms retrace
Each devastated path, and harm repent,
Each turbulence turn calm, and sorrow right.

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

Audio and Video Music: Forever Yours. By Wayne Jones. Music free to use at YouTube. Illustration Credit: AI

 

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Good and Honest People Can Do Evil

 

A poem for Bastille Day about how idealistic ends can inspire brutal means:

 

Good and honest people can do evil
As just ends can inspire brutal means.
In politics, a saint can be a devil,

Calculating what might be the level
Of suffering the greater good redeems.
Good and honest people can do evil

As well-honed ideologies give ample
Right and cause to murder for one's dreams.
In politics, a saint can be a devil,

Romantic as the idealistic rebel,
Tyrannical as truth splits at the seams.
Good and honest people can do evil,

Reducing life's complexities to simple
Slogans that are best conveyed by screams.
In politics, a saint can be a devil,

More saint, more devil, a hammer on an anvil
That shapes the willing faithful into fiends.
Good and honest people can do evil.
In politics, a saint can be a devil.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

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July

 

A calendar poem for July:

 

July lies lazy, like a muddy river
Unconscious of its slow slide to the sea.
Life seems like it just goes on forever,
Yet deeper currents know it cannot be.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

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Just Think of How It Was That Hot July

 

An American Independence Day poem about what it might have been like on July 4, 1776:

 

Just think of how it was that hot July
Under threat of being hanged for treason.
Let yourself have faith enough to die,
Yet let that faith be in the power of reason.
Feel the heady fear of rash rebellion,
Of chaos, blood, death, vengeance, mayhem, blight.
Unleash with noble words that ancient hellion
Reigning cruelly over years of night.
They turned out to be right, those bold, brave men.
However, think what terrors faced them then.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

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I Can't Believe I'm Marrying My Grandma's Paper Boy

 

A wedding poem about love at first sight:

I can't believe I'm marrying
My grandma's paperboy!
She said that you were "dreamy"
And the sort I would enjoy.

My grandma! Well, I humored her
And took a look at you,
And saw, those many years ago,
That what she said was true.

But not so fast, because we lived
A continent apart,
And were too young to comprehend
The wisdom of the heart.

We needed time to grow into
The truth that we had seen,
And let some others stampede through
The years that came between.

But Grandma always said that you
Were just the one for me,
And now we all are gathered here
To publicly agree!

How often can we say that love
Was truly at first sight?
But since I first laid eyes on you,
I've known Grandma was right!

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

Audio and Video Music: Sharp Senses. By Ugonna Onyekwe. Music free to use at YouTube. Illustration Credit: AI

 

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Fantasies Find Flower in What's Real

 

A Father’s Day poem about how having a family gives life purpose:

 

Fantasies find flower in what's real --
A wife and children waiting at the door.
Though there is much, perhaps, one would repeal,
How sweet it is to know what one is for.
Enduring love is like an organ tone
Resounding 'neath the restless notes of home,
So beautiful one could not ask for more.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

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Remember When We All Were Young Together

 

A poem for a high school or college reunion:

 

Remember when we all were young together,

Each a part of each’s life forever?

Uniting now to touch that time again,

Nostalgic for the years so quickly gone.

In a present hijacked by a past

Offering a grace too deep to grasp,

Now we pause to gather and remember.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

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June

 

A calendar poem for June:

 

June is promise bent on a reward,
Unsparing in his self-inflicted vow,
Not knowing that the golden time is now,
Ever the bright dream he struggles toward.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

Audio and Video Music: Borderless. By Aakash Gandhi. Music free to use at YouTube. Illustration Credit: AI

 

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Make a Little Time for Public Mourning

 

A Memorial Day poem about the need for a day of public mourning:

 

Make a little time for public mourning,
Easing the harsh pangs of hidden grief.
Maybe ritual tears will bring relief,
Offering a role for one's dark calling.
Remember the utility of sharing,
Inviting cloistered hearts to come outdoors
And dance with us along our barren shores,
Lost within the music of our longing.
Death requires our collaboration
As we render due commemoration,
Yielding sorrow to the common cause.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

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Mai Is Well Aware She Is the Future

 

A psychological poem for Mai about how her identity is shaped by her generation:

 

Mai is well aware she is the future

And much depends upon who she becomes.

If someone took her generation's picture,

Mai knows its beauty would be everyone's.

One is rooted deeply in one's time,

New source of seed and leafmeal for the soil,

The graceful iteration of a rhyme,

Equally a prototype and foil.

Clearly, what each does induces all

Alike to turn, to model, and to change.

Remember that as one we rise and fall,

Lest pride our hearts from our shared selves estrange.

Our choices, all of them, confused or clear,

Sustain a common moral ecosphere.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

Audio and Video Music: No.1 A Minor Waltz. By Esther Abrami. Music free to use at YouTube. Illustration Credit: AI

 

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Your Love Is like the Arizona Sun

 A Mother’s Day poem from an adult child about the difficulty of expressing their love:  

 

Your love is like the Arizona sun:
Always there, no matter what I do.
Bathed in light, I feel my love for you,
But words are gone before I have begun.
I don't know why I find it hard to say
The things that rest so deeply in my heart.
It seems almost impossible to start,
As though they're too ungainly to display.
I cherish you and what you feel for me.
I'm lucky that I have you for a mom.
I love you with a love that's sweet and calm,
And vast, like some unending inner sea.
You're the one I'm with when I'm alone;
You're the place within my heart that's home.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

Audio and Video Music: Heart Strings. By Coyote Hearing. Music free to use at YouTube. Photo Credit: AI

 

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May

 A calendar poem for May:

 

May is innocent and hot to breed,
Alternately chaste and ruled by need,
Yielding to the wisdom of her seed.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

Audio and Video Music: Chords of Harmony. By Aakash Gandhi. Music free to use at YouTube. Photo Credit: AI

 

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Here Is Neither Here nor There

 

A philosophical poem about the mystery of being:

 

Here is neither here nor there;

Now's eternity.

In every meaning that has meaning,

There is mystery.

 

Nothing is a pseudo-concept:

Nothing can be nothing.

Being, then, must be eternal:

Always, ever, something.

 

How might that be? I have no clue

What it is or how

It came to be. I only know

The miracle of now.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

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Having Walked the Tight-Lipped Jersey Streets

 

A poem for Easter about suburban life, death, and love:

 

Having walked the tight-lipped Jersey streets,
A house to every inward-turning love,
Peaceful, neat, above all else secure,
Pausing, I am ravished by their beauty.
Years will tell the stories of these streets;
Each house, the joy of its secluded love,
As children come and go, indulged, secure,
Singed or not by life's most awesome beauty.
There is no quarter on these death-strewn streets,
Each house the scene of terror, pain, and love,
Redeemed alone by the passion of its beauty.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

Audio and Video Music: Nocturne. By Asher Fulero. Music free to use at YouTube.

 

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