May 14, 2009 #532
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a graduation 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
Congratulations on your graduation,
Opening a door not easily reached!
Now go through it: on the other side
Great mountains become hills, and then just fields
Rolling eastward towards a rising sun.
All now is success and celebration,
The music of deeds done and barriers breached.
Underneath, uncertainties still glide
Lean and hungry as the sweet day yields,
And golden moments through your fingers run.
The rock on which you stand is your creation,
Illustrating what your teachers preached
Of learning and the provenance of pride.
Nor need you fear the wind, as knowledge shields
Such as earn it from what storms may come.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Poem of the Week
May 7, 2009 #531
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a Mother's Day poem to a daughter.
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
Happy Mother's Day from far away!
As love has wings, it flies across the sea,
Passing seraphim alight with glee,
Placed in nooks on clouds along its way.
Years cannot such innocence betray,
Morning's holy light perpetually
On fire within the heart, a pillar we
Then follow through the desert night and day.
Here, then, is my love, and as it lands,
Exchange it for a pigeon of your own,
Returning through the heavens what I once,
'Ere you were born, delivered to your door.
So are we eternal, though the sands
Demand of us that piece that is on loan,
As love renews, renews the ancient dance,
Yet dancing though the wide world be no more.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a Mother's Day poem to a daughter.
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
Happy Mother's Day from far away!
As love has wings, it flies across the sea,
Passing seraphim alight with glee,
Placed in nooks on clouds along its way.
Years cannot such innocence betray,
Morning's holy light perpetually
On fire within the heart, a pillar we
Then follow through the desert night and day.
Here, then, is my love, and as it lands,
Exchange it for a pigeon of your own,
Returning through the heavens what I once,
'Ere you were born, delivered to your door.
So are we eternal, though the sands
Demand of us that piece that is on loan,
As love renews, renews the ancient dance,
Yet dancing though the wide world be no more.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Poem of the Week
April 30, 2009 #530
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a poem about both terrorism and health.
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
So may a tiny, clever enemy
Wield more power than the greatest states.
Inventive, mutant, merciless murderers,
Now they plot as the world prepares and waits,
Each moment shadowed by catastrophe.
For us, the only road to victory
Lies through the valley of the sufferers,
Unified in love till death abates.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a poem about both terrorism and health.
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
So may a tiny, clever enemy
Wield more power than the greatest states.
Inventive, mutant, merciless murderers,
Now they plot as the world prepares and waits,
Each moment shadowed by catastrophe.
For us, the only road to victory
Lies through the valley of the sufferers,
Unified in love till death abates.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Poem of the Week
April 23, 2009 #529
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 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
Ah, the temptation
When one can print money
To print it and print it --
As much as one needs!
Ah, for one moment
The outlook is sunny:
Wealth is restored!
The project succeeds!
People are working,
Beginning to spend;
Credit is flowing,
The market is pleased;
Banks once again
Have money to lend;
One has a sense
That the moment was seized.
The problem is nothing
Can never be something:
Money just printed
Was not bought or sold.
There was no exchange
Of one thing for one thing:
Something produced,
Like laughter or gold.
And so we've increased
Our money without
Increasing the value
Of what it can buy.
The outcome must be
Without any doubt,
According to laws
Of demand and supply.
When there is more money
In relation to things,
Prices will rise
In response to demand.
Since just-printed wealth
No exchange for goods brings,
The goods stay the same
As the dollars expand.
Prices rise quickly,
Leaving us nothing
More than we had
When we first began.
And so we learn nothing
Can never be something
The hard way -- again --
As we sink in the sand.
© 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 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
Ah, the temptation
When one can print money
To print it and print it --
As much as one needs!
Ah, for one moment
The outlook is sunny:
Wealth is restored!
The project succeeds!
People are working,
Beginning to spend;
Credit is flowing,
The market is pleased;
Banks once again
Have money to lend;
One has a sense
That the moment was seized.
The problem is nothing
Can never be something:
Money just printed
Was not bought or sold.
There was no exchange
Of one thing for one thing:
Something produced,
Like laughter or gold.
And so we've increased
Our money without
Increasing the value
Of what it can buy.
The outcome must be
Without any doubt,
According to laws
Of demand and supply.
When there is more money
In relation to things,
Prices will rise
In response to demand.
Since just-printed wealth
No exchange for goods brings,
The goods stay the same
As the dollars expand.
Prices rise quickly,
Leaving us nothing
More than we had
When we first began.
And so we learn nothing
Can never be something
The hard way -- again --
As we sink in the sand.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Poem of the Week
April 16, 2009 #528
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a poem for Earth Day.
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
Each of us is like one drop of rain,
A single splatter on the thirsty sand.
Remember, though, that drops fall not alone,
The products and producers of a grand
Harmony that waters well the plain.
Do not think, then, that you're on your own,
A tiny drop upon a dying land.
You are a storm, whose green fields will remain.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a poem for Earth Day.
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
Each of us is like one drop of rain,
A single splatter on the thirsty sand.
Remember, though, that drops fall not alone,
The products and producers of a grand
Harmony that waters well the plain.
Do not think, then, that you're on your own,
A tiny drop upon a dying land.
You are a storm, whose green fields will remain.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Poem of the Week
April 9, 2009 #527
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is an Easter 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
Each of us must know You personally --
As friend or father, counselor, mentor, guide --
Someone we invite to come inside
That we might be Your witness literally,
Even of ourselves, though we may die,
Resurrected only eye-to-eye.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is an Easter 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
Each of us must know You personally --
As friend or father, counselor, mentor, guide --
Someone we invite to come inside
That we might be Your witness literally,
Even of ourselves, though we may die,
Resurrected only eye-to-eye.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Poem of the Week
April 2, 2009 #526
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a Passover 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
Palpably, You are in this room,
A presence just as certain as our own,
Singing with us – family friend, well-known --
Someone, not just something we assume.
One can know You only intimately.
Vast as You are, You fit into our home.
Every tick of life we're not alone,
Rejoicing in a love we feel and see.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a Passover 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
Palpably, You are in this room,
A presence just as certain as our own,
Singing with us – family friend, well-known --
Someone, not just something we assume.
One can know You only intimately.
Vast as You are, You fit into our home.
Every tick of life we're not alone,
Rejoicing in a love we feel and see.
© by Nicholas Gordon
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