November 27, 2008 #509
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a Thanksgiving 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 also cast a vote for it to boost its popularity on Yahoo Buzz.
You can post a comment on the poem or read other comments on it at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
There is no joy that does not speak of longing,
Having come a long, hard way to love.
All happiness is earned, all bliss belonging,
Nor can one be alone, though lonely prove.
Kindness is a kind of gratitude,
Sign and source of pleasure in one's being,
Giving thanks by giving, as the shrewd
Invest in what they have small chance of seeing.
Very little time is spent in singing.
Instead, we speak of what we want or need,
Not knowing every moment we are bringing
Gifts to those whose music we might read.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Poem of the Week
November 20, 2008 #508
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 also cast a vote for it to boost its popularity on Yahoo Buzz.
You can post a comment on the poem or read other comments on it at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
The whole point of being is
There is no point to being.
Is just simply is
Forever, outside time.
The nothingness you see
Is something you're not seeing.
No thing is ever nothing.
We move, the stars align.
Time is just our motion,
And death, time's timely end.
We remain as is;
The others must move on.
The swiftly passing moment
Is something we transcend,
For all that is just is,
And nothing's ever gone.
© 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 also cast a vote for it to boost its popularity on Yahoo Buzz.
You can post a comment on the poem or read other comments on it at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
The whole point of being is
There is no point to being.
Is just simply is
Forever, outside time.
The nothingness you see
Is something you're not seeing.
No thing is ever nothing.
We move, the stars align.
Time is just our motion,
And death, time's timely end.
We remain as is;
The others must move on.
The swiftly passing moment
Is something we transcend,
For all that is just is,
And nothing's ever gone.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Labels:
philosophical poems,
philosophical poetry,
philosophy,
poems,
poetry
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Poem of the Week
November 13, 2008 #507
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a political 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
OBAMA/OSAMA
Obama meets Osama,
Brandishing a word
As deadly as the sunlight,
More potent as more heard,
As true as it's absurd.
Osama meets Obama;
Suicide meets life.
As certainty meets hope,
Meaning meets the knife.
Absolutes need night.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a political 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
OBAMA/OSAMA
Obama meets Osama,
Brandishing a word
As deadly as the sunlight,
More potent as more heard,
As true as it's absurd.
Osama meets Obama;
Suicide meets life.
As certainty meets hope,
Meaning meets the knife.
Absolutes need night.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Labels:
acrostic poems,
acrostic poetry,
obama,
osama,
political poems,
political poetry,
politics,
terrorism
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Poem of the Week
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
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 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
Labels:
business,
financial crisis,
political poems,
political poetry,
politics
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
If you liked this poem, vote for it on Yahoo Buzz by clicking on the icon below.
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