Hobgoblins Know the Proper Way to Dance

November 1, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is Halloween, which was celebrated yesterday, Oct. 31.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A Halloween poem about how much scary creatures delight in scaring people:

Hobgoblins know the proper way to dance:

Arms akimbo, loopy legs askew,

Leaping into darkness with delight,

Lusting for the ecstasy of fright,

Open to the charm of horrors new.

Well may you start your screaming in advance,

Even as you give a ghoul a chance,

Each creepy creature craving to say, "Boo!",

Near heaven in its netherworld of night.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Halloween

10/29: Brooms Inspire Restless Witches

10/30: Happy, Happy Halloween

10/31: Have a Look in the Mirror of Your Dreams

11/1: Hobgoblins Know the Proper Way to Dance

Have a Look in the Mirror of Your Dreams

October 31, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is Halloween, which is celebrated today, Oct. 31.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A Halloween poem about the realities behind the fantasies of horror.

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

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This week’s theme: Halloween

10/29: Brooms Inspire Restless Witches

10/30: Happy, Happy Halloween

10/31: Have a Look in the Mirror of Your Dreams

Happy, Happy Halloween

October 30, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is Halloween, which will be celebrated tomorrow, Oct. 31.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A Halloween poem that contrasts the pleasures of the living with the suffering of ghosts:

Happy, Happy Halloween!

A funhouse till tomorrow!

Let the living squirm and scream!

Leave the dead to sorrow.

Only ghosts endure such pain,

Well beyond their age,

Each undone again, again,

Each condemned to rage.

Nor can they turn the page.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Halloween

10/29: Brooms Inspire Restless Witches

10/30: Happy, Happy Halloween

Brooms Inspire Restless Witches

October 29, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is Halloween, which is celebrated on Oct. 31.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A Halloween poem about witches itching to ride their brooms:

Brooms inspire restless witches

Ready for their midnight rides,

Overcome by urgent itches

One indulges to survive.

Maybe you will see them soon

Shrieking as they cross the moon.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Halloween

10/29: Brooms Inspire Restless Witches

I Cannot Think You're Not Alive Somewhere

October 28, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is belief in the supernatural.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A poem about the origin of the belief in life after death:

I cannot think you're not alive somewhere.

I think of you just as I did before.

No sudden gust of wind has closed the door

Or made your presence vanish in thin air.

I write you this because I know you're there;

That even after death there must be more.

So does faith one's inner sun restore

After bitter darkness few can bear.

My mind and heart have not yet lost a friend

Even though my senses are bereft,

For you remain the witness of my soul.

No mere accident our love can end

So long as I have will and memory left,

And you lie silent on some unknown shoal.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Belief in the Supernatural

10/22: Janae

10/23: Natalie

10/24: Happy Fifth Anniversary

10/25: Martin

10/26: Several Days Before I Was to Die

10/27: Children Who Die Are Not Really Gone

10/28: I Cannot Think You’re Not Alive Somewhere

Children Who Die Are Not Really Gone

October 27, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is belief in the supernatural.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A poem about the place where children go after they die:

Children who die are not really gone,

But go to a place that is something like home,

Where they sleep the deep sleep, as quiet as stone,

Until we can join them when our lives are done.

Children who die are not really dead,

But just like good children tucked into bed,

Wait the long wait while we go ahead

Till our tales are all told and our tears are all shed.

Children who die feel no pleasure or pain

In the place where they wait till they see us again,

And all of us dance in a world washed with rain

Where the sun shines so brightly no sorrows remain.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Belief in the Supernatural

10/22: Janae

10/23: Natalie

10/24: Happy Fifth Anniversary

10/25: Martin

10/26: Several Days Before I Was to Die

10/27: Children Who Die Are Not Really Gone

Several Days Before I Was to Die

October 26, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is belief in the supernatural.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A poem about an apparent miracle:

Several days before I was to die

A white dove flew into my garden.

It had one black spot on its tail,

As though a drop of ink had soiled

Its purity. It looked at me

As birds do: head sideways,

Neck twisted, almost upside down;

Then went the other way, fluttered,

Cooed, straightened, and stared at me

With more than human stillness. Our eyes

Met, and I felt some understanding

Pass between us, as though it sensed

I was to die and felt compassion.

And then I knew that I would live.

Weeks after my miracle

The dove returned, nesting near me,

An ordinary bird. Of course

I hold it dear. But who lived in

Its eyes? Whose compassion sent

The silent thoughts that turned my will?

I know my own imagination

May have spoken through the bird,

Lifting me from death. But surely

What we'll never understand

Far surpasses what we know.

The dove knows more than we. And I,

Returned from death, am like a boulder

Lifted up and left upon the shore

By some majestic wave.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Belief in the Supernatural

10/22: Janae

10/23: Natalie

10/24: Happy Fifth Anniversary

10/25: Martin

10/26: Several Days Before I Was to Die