Lest Your Love Lie Undisclosed

November 17, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is love.

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

A poem about the need to declare one’s love:

Lest your love lie undisclosed,

Simply say what's in your heart,

With neither eloquence nor art,

Unafraid to be exposed.

Some fear their love might be accepted,

Inspiring an expectation;

Others fear humiliation,

Too restrained to be rejected.

Either way, you're sure to lose

By hiding what you know is true.

The love you feel is merely you

Rendered up to whom you choose.

So say it, let your love be known,

And be more fully who you are!

The fear of pain ought never bar

The joy that else might be your own.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Love

11/12: Eventually, We Learn that Love Is as Seasonal as Potatoes

11/13: Desire Is

11/14: Gifts Given Freely, Out of Joy and Love

11/15: In Love You Let the Heart Do All the Thinking

11/16: Jewels Are Cut from More than Precious Stone

11/17: Lest Your Love Lie Undisclosed

Jewels Are Cut from More than Precious Stone

November 16, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is love.

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

A poem comparing love to sunlight on jewels:

Jewels are cut from more than precious stone.

A life, too, is cut to catch the light.

No beauty is refracted when a lone,

Isolated stranger walks the night.

Can you be jewels to each other's sun?

Each needs a light to shine upon the heart,

Awakening the loveliness that one

Never could reveal if still apart.

Do, then, give both sunlight and refraction,

So you may be at once both light and jewel,

Having made your mutual attraction

Attain a glow no single source could fuel.

When two are one, both are at once in play:

Now each heart will the other's light display.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Love

11/12: Eventually, We Learn that Love Is as Seasonal as Potatoes

11/13: Desire Is

11/14: Gifts Given Freely, Out of Joy and Love

11/15: In Love You Let the Heart Do All the Thinking

11/16: Jewels Are Cut from More than Precious Stone

In Love You Let the Heart Do All the Thinking

November 15, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is love.

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

A poem about the need to take risks for love:

In love you let the heart do all the thinking

And say with courage simply what seems true.

Time may in good time do the looked-for linking,

But you must know you've done what you can do.

Passion understands far more than reason,

Seeing in the dark with more than sight.

Truth, in truth, can vary with the season,

Nor can you ever know you've got it right.

So throw yourself into the stream of being

And let the moment take you where it will.

Fear does nothing for the bitter keening

That only love's sweet sacrifice can still.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Love

11/12: Eventually, We Learn that Love Is as Seasonal as Potatoes

11/13: Desire Is

11/14: Gifts Given Freely, Out of Joy and Love

11/15: In Love You Let the Heart Do All the Thinking

Gifts Given Freely, Out of Joy and Love

November 14, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is love.

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

A name poem about love as both giving and taking:

Gifts given freely, out of joy and love,

Are, like the gift of life, conceived in pleasure.

Blest are those whose hearts in that way move,

Receiving more of life than they can measure.

In giving, then, alight with hope and passion,

Each wanting, wanted, desperate with delight,

Lovers incandescent moments fashion,

As meteors slash through a starry night.

No love is strong without its strong demands.

Demons do not need as lovers do!

Love weaves its joys of mutual commands:

In giving pleasure, taking pleasure, too.

So may you give, and find such pleasure there

As lights the darkest dreams of those who care.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Love

11/12: Eventually, We Learn that Love Is as Seasonal as Potatoes

11/13: Desire Is

11/14: Gifts Given Freely, Out of Joy and Love

Desire Is

November 13, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is love.

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

A poem about love and desire:

Desire is

The hook

Love

The eye

Which forgives

More

Than it

Is

Willing to

See

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Love

11/12: Eventually, We Learn that Love Is as Seasonal as Potatoes

11/13: Desire Is

Eventually, We Learn that Love Is as Seasonal as Potatoes

November 12, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is love.

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

A name poem about two kinds of love felt simultaneously:

Eventually, we learn that love is as seasonal as potatoes.

Long days of sunshine are followed by short, lusty nights.

Long nights of easeful meditation are followed by doleful, inconsequential days.

Even sex is squeezed by moon, sun, and stars into potato pancakes and candy canes.

Nor do we know what tides pull on our kisses.

Way down deep below the senses is another sort of love,

As equable as the bottom of the sea.

Yet its currents are more powerful than bullrushes,

More seductive than the fragrance of orange blossoms.

At noon it is not heated by the sun,

Nor is it chilled by the midnight mourner’s cries.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Love

11/12: Eventually, We Learn that Love Is as Seasonal as Potatoes

Voices of the Dead Are All Around Me

November 11, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is Veterans Day, which is celebrated today, November 11^th.

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

A Veteran’s Day poem about the unreality of reality after the more compelling reality of war:

Voices of the dead are all around me.

Everyone alive seems much less real.

The smoke and screams and bombs and blood surround me,

Enduring through the love I still can't feel.

Reality is rarely in the present

As truth and falsehood are defined by pain.

Nor can I stand one moment that is pleasant.

Sanity to me just seems insane.

Death is more attractive than a wife,

And loneliness a far less lonely life.

Yet I must turn and somehow live again.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Veterans Day

11/5: Thank You’s Howl like Wind Across the Dead

11/6: Vast Fields of Crosses, All the Same

11/7: Very Soon I’ll Hear the Victims’ Screams

11/8: Veterans Have Claims upon the Hearts

11/9: Veterans of Wars Unjust or Just

11/10: Victories Are Never Victories

11/11: Voices of the Dead Are All Around Me