October 30, 2008 #506
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a Halloween 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 also cast a vote for it to boost its popularity on Yahoo Buzz.
Note: I will be away most of this coming week, so the next poem of the week will be sent out on Thursday, Nov. 13.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
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
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Poem of the Week
October 23, 2008 #505
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a poem about politics.
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 also cast a vote for it to boost its popularity on Yahoo Buzz.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
Lest there be lingering doubt, let me assure you,
I don't believe the half of what I say.
The point, after all, is winning, so I tell you
What you want to hear from me today.
Oh, yes, I have a point of view, and visions
To push for once in office, if and when.
But if I lose, then all my vain ambitions
And dreams will go the way of mice and men.
So I promise this and promise that
I'll spend and cut your taxes and the debt,
And pay for it by cutting just the fat.
You'll have your cake and eat it, too, I'll bet.
And yet and yet and yet and yet and yet ...
This is how the world is, isn't it?
© by Nicholas Gordon
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a poem about politics.
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 also cast a vote for it to boost its popularity on Yahoo Buzz.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
Lest there be lingering doubt, let me assure you,
I don't believe the half of what I say.
The point, after all, is winning, so I tell you
What you want to hear from me today.
Oh, yes, I have a point of view, and visions
To push for once in office, if and when.
But if I lose, then all my vain ambitions
And dreams will go the way of mice and men.
So I promise this and promise that
I'll spend and cut your taxes and the debt,
And pay for it by cutting just the fat.
You'll have your cake and eat it, too, I'll bet.
And yet and yet and yet and yet and yet ...
This is how the world is, isn't it?
© by Nicholas Gordon
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Poem of the Week
October 16, 2008 #504
NOW, AT LAST, THE TIME OF RECKONING
Now, at last, the time of reckoning.
It had to come. You knew that, didn't you?
After all, nothing can't be something
Even when its stock is on the rise.
Now the panic after the delusion,
The great big yawning pit within the heart.
One sees disaster happening and wonders,
Regrets, resolves, recriminates, sits tight.
O Lord, what will happen now? The hunger,
People on the streets and on the move.
The last depression blossomed into Hitler.
What flowers will this rain of terror bring?
One thing now we know for sure – again:
That greed unfettered is a luxury car
Without a steering wheel, a mighty engine
That moves us forward into death and pain.
© by Nicholas Gordon
NOW, AT LAST, THE TIME OF RECKONING
Now, at last, the time of reckoning.
It had to come. You knew that, didn't you?
After all, nothing can't be something
Even when its stock is on the rise.
Now the panic after the delusion,
The great big yawning pit within the heart.
One sees disaster happening and wonders,
Regrets, resolves, recriminates, sits tight.
O Lord, what will happen now? The hunger,
People on the streets and on the move.
The last depression blossomed into Hitler.
What flowers will this rain of terror bring?
One thing now we know for sure – again:
That greed unfettered is a luxury car
Without a steering wheel, a mighty engine
That moves us forward into death and pain.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Poem of the Week
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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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 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
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