August 6, 2009 #542
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a set of proverbs.
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.
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Yours,
Nick Gordon
ON MARRIAGE, SEX, AND LOVE
1. One needs always to remember that the point of marriage is not sex but love.
2. Love, like the air, is often taken for granted. But a happily married couple both know that they need love and are grateful to have it.
3. Sex brings ecstasy and then satisfaction. Love brings grace and then fulfillment.
4. One can enjoy both sex and love, but one cannot pursue both. For the pursuit of sexual ecstasy is self-centered and tends towards isolation, whereas the pursuit of love is other-centered and tends towards communion.
5. Marriage is difficult and requires constant compromise. One cannot share a life without losing autonomy, but what one gains is well worth the loss.
6. The only way to be completely autonomous is to be completely alone.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Poem of the Week
July 30, 2009 #541
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a number 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.
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Yours,
Nick Gordon
Seventy-nine has just one working kidney.
Even that one doesn't work so well.
Vast domains of knowledge, passion, pleasure,
Eagerly await his ample leisure,
Nor have they aged, as far as he can tell.
The problem is he's in such pain he simply
Yearns for moments peaceful, clear, and still.
Needs are hopeless mountainsides, nor is he
Interested in digging deep for treasure.
Now it is enough each day to fill,
Enduring grace too bountiful to measure.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a number 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
Seventy-nine has just one working kidney.
Even that one doesn't work so well.
Vast domains of knowledge, passion, pleasure,
Eagerly await his ample leisure,
Nor have they aged, as far as he can tell.
The problem is he's in such pain he simply
Yearns for moments peaceful, clear, and still.
Needs are hopeless mountainsides, nor is he
Interested in digging deep for treasure.
Now it is enough each day to fill,
Enduring grace too bountiful to measure.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Poem of the Week
July 8, 2009 #540
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a political poem. I'm sending it a day earlier than usual because I'm leaving on vacation from July 8 – July 27. The next poem of the week will be sent out on Thursday, July 30.
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
Utopians are unrepentant monsters.
The perfect is the perfect rationale.
O send us serial killers, rapists, gangsters,
Preferably to “should” becoming “shall”!
In those who seek to make their visions real,
A rage becomes the furnace of their zeal;
Nor can they love, who would impose their will,
Sure enough of paradise to kill.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a political poem. I'm sending it a day earlier than usual because I'm leaving on vacation from July 8 – July 27. The next poem of the week will be sent out on Thursday, July 30.
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
Utopians are unrepentant monsters.
The perfect is the perfect rationale.
O send us serial killers, rapists, gangsters,
Preferably to “should” becoming “shall”!
In those who seek to make their visions real,
A rage becomes the furnace of their zeal;
Nor can they love, who would impose their will,
Sure enough of paradise to kill.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Poem of the Week
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
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
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
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