July 1, 2009 #539
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a poem for Independence Day (USA). I'm sending it out a day earlier than usual because I'm taking a long weekend. The next poem of the week will also be sent out on a Wednesday rather than a Thursday because I'll be leaving on vacation from July 8 – July 27.
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
I wish there were a Washington
For every failed state,
A Jefferson or Madison
To guide them through the gate.
I wish there were a Lincoln
For those now ripped apart,
A Roosevelt or Kennedy
For those that have no heart.
I wish each had the fortune
With which we have been blessed,
And found in their own founders
Fit heroes for the quest.
I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish,
But such things none can will.
One can only plant the seeds
And shape the soil well.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Poem of the Week
June 25, 2009 #538
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a poem about love and lust.
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
Lust is no more physical than love.
Feeling is the fuel that feeds that fire,
A flame that might, controlled, pure pleasure prove.
The language of the psyche is desire.
One is dragged towards ecstasy by need:
For power, vengeance, salience, self-esteem.
One wants sometimes to make one's landscape bleed,
To penetrate the borders of the dream.
Lust's a fantasy, sometimes made real,
Oft sustained by willful ignorance.
The more one sees, the more one's apt to feel
A need for what the love of others grants.
Within love's bounds, lust can be a joy;
Outside of love, it is a child's toy.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a poem about love and lust.
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
Lust is no more physical than love.
Feeling is the fuel that feeds that fire,
A flame that might, controlled, pure pleasure prove.
The language of the psyche is desire.
One is dragged towards ecstasy by need:
For power, vengeance, salience, self-esteem.
One wants sometimes to make one's landscape bleed,
To penetrate the borders of the dream.
Lust's a fantasy, sometimes made real,
Oft sustained by willful ignorance.
The more one sees, the more one's apt to feel
A need for what the love of others grants.
Within love's bounds, lust can be a joy;
Outside of love, it is a child's toy.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Poem of the Week
June 18, 2009 #537
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a Father's 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
Forget the fear of loving ill,
And give yourself away.
The more you love, the more you will
Have reason to obey.
Each has will to happiness,
Retaining rights to be,
'Mid a world of more or less,
Satisfied and free.
Deeper still lies what one would
Align with some eternal good,
Yielding unity.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a Father's 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
Forget the fear of loving ill,
And give yourself away.
The more you love, the more you will
Have reason to obey.
Each has will to happiness,
Retaining rights to be,
'Mid a world of more or less,
Satisfied and free.
Deeper still lies what one would
Align with some eternal good,
Yielding unity.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Poem of the Week
June 11, 2009 #536
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a poem about seraphim.
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
Somewhere there are seraphim
Singing night and day
Ecstatically, eternally,
In their seraphic way.
Somewhere there are seraphim
Singing songs of praise
To God, Who sits upon His throne
In glory as they gaze.
Somewhere there are seraphim,
Trillions, quintillions strong,
A masterful mass madrigal
Arising from the throng.
Somewhere there are seraphim
Singing each its part.
Where? Why here! Can't you hear?
Deep within the heart.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a poem about seraphim.
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
Somewhere there are seraphim
Singing night and day
Ecstatically, eternally,
In their seraphic way.
Somewhere there are seraphim
Singing songs of praise
To God, Who sits upon His throne
In glory as they gaze.
Somewhere there are seraphim,
Trillions, quintillions strong,
A masterful mass madrigal
Arising from the throng.
Somewhere there are seraphim
Singing each its part.
Where? Why here! Can't you hear?
Deep within the heart.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Poem of the Week
June 4, 2009 #535
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a poem about the environment.
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
Wilderness is anything but wild.
It is an artifact of modern life.
Longing for innocence, we are beguiled,
Determined to re-virginize our wife.
Eons of humanity were there,
Resident in each ecology.
Nor can we go back further, for nowhere
Exist the plants and creatures we would see.
So we create what never was, a place
Set aside as a reserve for grace.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a poem about the environment.
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
Wilderness is anything but wild.
It is an artifact of modern life.
Longing for innocence, we are beguiled,
Determined to re-virginize our wife.
Eons of humanity were there,
Resident in each ecology.
Nor can we go back further, for nowhere
Exist the plants and creatures we would see.
So we create what never was, a place
Set aside as a reserve for grace.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Poem of the Week
May 28, 2009 #534
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a wedding 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
WEDDING VOWS
BRIDE: I vow to love you all my life,
In sickness and in health,
And share your journey through this world
In poverty or wealth.
I vow to give myself to you,
To trust you with my life,
To be your source of happiness
As lover and as wife.
GROOM: I vow to give you all my love,
To be your lasting friend,
To care for you and comfort you
Till time and toil end.
I vow to share your happiness
And sorrow, joy and tears,
And be for you the one true thing
That lasts through all your years.
BOTH: These vows we make not knowing what
Good times or ill may come,
But knowing well what good we want:
A joyful, loving home.
These vows we make of our free will
Before you all, that we
Might know the grace of love that comes
To those who loving be.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a wedding 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
WEDDING VOWS
BRIDE: I vow to love you all my life,
In sickness and in health,
And share your journey through this world
In poverty or wealth.
I vow to give myself to you,
To trust you with my life,
To be your source of happiness
As lover and as wife.
GROOM: I vow to give you all my love,
To be your lasting friend,
To care for you and comfort you
Till time and toil end.
I vow to share your happiness
And sorrow, joy and tears,
And be for you the one true thing
That lasts through all your years.
BOTH: These vows we make not knowing what
Good times or ill may come,
But knowing well what good we want:
A joyful, loving home.
These vows we make of our free will
Before you all, that we
Might know the grace of love that comes
To those who loving be.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Poem of the Week
May 21, 2009 #533
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a Memorial 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
Maybe grief needs ritual, as music
Embraces rules that turn sound into song.
Maybe if one trusts that one won't lose it,
One can turn away, though grief be strong.
Reserve, then, days for rituals of mourning
In which one may allow the flood of grief
Again to inundate the heart, restoring
Life to deserts thirsting for relief.
Dance depends on choreography
As pain declares its sovereign right to be,
Yet performs with grace restrained and brief.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a Memorial 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
Maybe grief needs ritual, as music
Embraces rules that turn sound into song.
Maybe if one trusts that one won't lose it,
One can turn away, though grief be strong.
Reserve, then, days for rituals of mourning
In which one may allow the flood of grief
Again to inundate the heart, restoring
Life to deserts thirsting for relief.
Dance depends on choreography
As pain declares its sovereign right to be,
Yet performs with grace restrained and brief.
© by Nicholas Gordon
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