October 9, 2008 #503
YOU'D LIKE A SHOT AT SERIOUS REDEMPTION
You'd like a shot at serious redemption,
Only, like us all, you have no clue.
Mostly satisfied, you leave your pew
Knowing that you've satisfied convention
Instead of being some more painful you.
Perhaps there is no other truth than this;
Perhaps the yearning must be unfulfilled.
Unredeemed, you pay your debts as billed,
Returning to a bliss that dreams of bliss.
© by Nicholas Gordon
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Thursday, October 9, 2008
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Poem of the Week
October 2, 2008 #502
GREED GRIPS EVERY HEART, NO LESS THAN LUST
Greed grips every heart, no less than lust.
Reason drowns in fantasies of power.
Even though the journey ends in dust,
Each finds ample cravings in the hour,
Destined to dark seeds that root and flower.
© by Nicholas Gordon
GREED GRIPS EVERY HEART, NO LESS THAN LUST
Greed grips every heart, no less than lust.
Reason drowns in fantasies of power.
Even though the journey ends in dust,
Each finds ample cravings in the hour,
Destined to dark seeds that root and flower.
© by Nicholas Gordon
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Thursday, September 25, 2008
Poem of the Week
September 25, 2008 #501
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a poem for Rosh Hashana, the Jewish New Year.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com and clicking on "Poem of the Week."
You can post a comment on the poem or read other comments on it at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
Revelation leads to revolution,
Or isn't much of anything at all.
So must faith evolve into religion,
Having need of hands to break its fall.
Here we have a chance to reconsider,
As we go through rites as brisk as breath,
Salvaging a soul that else were bitter,
Here alone, for nothing else but death.
All our love and wonder needs a Name,
Not least to be the witness of our shame
As we recite our sins again, again,
Hallowed by our passion and our pain.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a poem for Rosh Hashana, the Jewish New Year.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com and clicking on "Poem of the Week."
You can post a comment on the poem or read other comments on it at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
Revelation leads to revolution,
Or isn't much of anything at all.
So must faith evolve into religion,
Having need of hands to break its fall.
Here we have a chance to reconsider,
As we go through rites as brisk as breath,
Salvaging a soul that else were bitter,
Here alone, for nothing else but death.
All our love and wonder needs a Name,
Not least to be the witness of our shame
As we recite our sins again, again,
Hallowed by our passion and our pain.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Poem of the Week
September 18, 2008 #500
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is an anniversary poem.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com and clicking on "Poem of the Week."
You can post a comment on the poem or read other comments on it at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
Happy second anniversary!
A time when marriage seems to settle in,
Perhaps no more remarkable than sunlight,
Perhaps no longer noticed more than trees.
Years lie ahead like roads that go cross country.
Songs of love now nestle safe within.
Even dreams are fast asleep by midnight,
Cradled in the heart like unshelled peas.
On such sweet silence let there now shine moonlight,
Neither shuttered out nor breaking in,
Descending like familiar ecstasy.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is an anniversary poem.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com and clicking on "Poem of the Week."
You can post a comment on the poem or read other comments on it at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
Happy second anniversary!
A time when marriage seems to settle in,
Perhaps no more remarkable than sunlight,
Perhaps no longer noticed more than trees.
Years lie ahead like roads that go cross country.
Songs of love now nestle safe within.
Even dreams are fast asleep by midnight,
Cradled in the heart like unshelled peas.
On such sweet silence let there now shine moonlight,
Neither shuttered out nor breaking in,
Descending like familiar ecstasy.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Poem of the Week
September 11, 2008 #499
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a poem about 9/11.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com and clicking on "Poem of the Week."
You can post a comment on the poem or read other comments on it at http://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
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a poem about 9/11.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com and clicking on "Poem of the Week."
You can post a comment on the poem or read other comments on it at http://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
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Poem of the Week
September 4, 2008 #498
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a philosophical poem.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com and clicking on "Poem of the Week."
You can post a comment on the poem or read other comments on it at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
The world is one gigantic jam session,
Each instrument improvising madly
On traditional themes. Everything one is,
Or thinks, or says, or does, adds or detracts
From the beauty of the music. Listen:
What you hear is yourself, a solo against
The continuo, or perhaps just a single note
That waters well your desert eyes.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a philosophical poem.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com and clicking on "Poem of the Week."
You can post a comment on the poem or read other comments on it at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
The world is one gigantic jam session,
Each instrument improvising madly
On traditional themes. Everything one is,
Or thinks, or says, or does, adds or detracts
From the beauty of the music. Listen:
What you hear is yourself, a solo against
The continuo, or perhaps just a single note
That waters well your desert eyes.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Poem of the Week
July 31, 2008 #497
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a Labor Day poem.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com and clicking on "Poem of the Week."
You can post a comment on the poem or read other comments on it at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
Note: I will be away for the month of August. The next poem of the week will be emailed on Thursday, Sept. 4.
Let the market set the price of labor!
And who would want to vote for such a life?
Because we live in a democracy,
Our policies are shaped by peaceful strife,
Rewarding those who fight for what they favor.
Despite the logic, what fool would agree,
Alerted to his interest, to turn over,
Yielding neck to economic knife?
© by Nicholas Gordon
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a Labor Day poem.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com and clicking on "Poem of the Week."
You can post a comment on the poem or read other comments on it at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
Note: I will be away for the month of August. The next poem of the week will be emailed on Thursday, Sept. 4.
Let the market set the price of labor!
And who would want to vote for such a life?
Because we live in a democracy,
Our policies are shaped by peaceful strife,
Rewarding those who fight for what they favor.
Despite the logic, what fool would agree,
Alerted to his interest, to turn over,
Yielding neck to economic knife?
© by Nicholas Gordon
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