Happiness Is Rarely Melody

November 28, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week in honor of the beginning of the holiday season is Happy Holidays.

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

A Happy Holidays poem describing happiness as the bass voice in a quartet:

Happiness is rarely melody

As other voices jockey for the lead.

Perhaps it is most comfortable as bass,

Pleased to underlie the others' grace,

Yielding to their histrionic need,

Holding up their fragile harmony.

On holidays, however, it becomes

Less self-effacing, stepping forth to sing,

In moments filled with labor, love, and longing,

Deep descants on the beauty of belonging;

After which, again retiring,

Yet not before the harried heart takes wing,

Softly at the base of life it hums.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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Audio and Video Music: Sonata No. 1 in F Minor: Adagio. By Ludwig von Beethoven. Performed by Daniel Veesey at the Free Music Archive under a Public Domain License.

This week’s theme: Happy Holidays

11/26: All Our Friends Have Come to Play

11/27: Hail to the Season of Remembrance

11/28: Happiness Is Rarely Melody

Hail to the Season of Remembrance

November 27, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week in honor of the beginning of the holiday season is Happy Holidays.

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

A Happy Holidays poem about the function of holidays in preserving bonds of love:

Hail to the season of remembrance!

A time of times both prized and stored away.

Praised be the arts of social grace and semblance,

Put on like clothes to keep the cold at bay.

Years of atrophy require attention,

Hearing but an intermittent song.

On holidays we tend to love’s retention,

Lest time sever ties we would prolong.

In celebration, then, of life and love,

Destiny and hope and hapless mirth,

All ought let the season in them move,

Yielding to the rituals of rebirth,

Sustained by what we know dear friends are worth.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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Audio and Video Music: Like the Sky. By Damiano Baldoni. Performed by Damiano Baldoni at the Free Music Archive under an Attribution license.

This week’s theme: Happy Holidays

11/26: All Our Friends Have Come to Play

11/27: Hail to the Season of Remembrance

All Our Friends Have Come to Play

November 26, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week in honor of the beginning of the holiday season is Happy Holidays.

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

A holiday poem for children:

All our friends have come to play

And celebrate the holiday --

The horses with their rainbow wings,

And parrots with a dog that sings,

Three elephants that love to dance --

Careful not to crush the ants! --

A kangaroo

Who looks like you,

And fifteen foxes wearing pants.

Come play with us! Come play! Come play!

© by Nicholas Gordon

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Audio and Video Music: Entrance to the Queen of Sheba. By George Frideric Handel. Performed by The Advent Chamber Orchestra at the Free Music Archive under an Attribution-Share Alike license.

This week’s theme: Happy Holidays

11/26: All Our Friends Have Come to Play

Trees Are Grateful, as Are Squash and Squirrels

November 25, 2018

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is Thanksgiving, which was celebrated on November 22^nd.

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A Thanksgiving poem about gratitude in all living things:

Trees are grateful, as are squash and squirrels,

Hedgehogs, hedges, hummingbirds, and mites,

All that live in houses, reefs, or burrows,

Nests, shells, caves, cracks, walls, streams, toxic sites;

Knowing each its own sweet strain of joy,

Sensing pleasure, hunger, rapture, pain,

Grief and gladness, hopes that spirits buoy,

In hawks and humans, seaweed, grass, and grain;

Vividly in love with life and being,

In which the gift ordains the mystery;

Nor ought one rank the many ways of seeing,

Given the shared wonder of to be.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Thanksgiving

11/19: Tell Me, Please, Whom I Ought to Thank

11/20: The Point Is What You Have, Not What You Don’t

11/21: There Is No Joy That Does Not Sing of Longing

11/22: Time Is a Gift, like Food or Love or Death

11/23: I Look Across

11/24: The Thing I Am Most Thankful for Is Love

11/25: Trees Are Grateful, as Are Squash and Squirrels

The Thing I Am Most Thankful for Is Love

November 24, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is Thanksgiving, which was celebrated on November 22^nd.

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

A Thanksgiving love poem:

The thing I am most thankful for is love:

Having yours, being able to love you.

It is a gift one takes possession of,

Not something any fortune might undo.

Knowing that you love me is a song

So beautiful I sing it through my day,

Glad to hear my whole world sing along

In harmony with what my feelings say.

Very little in my life is not

Immersed in us, in blessings that we share.

No gift could be more dear than what I’ve got,

Grace more pure than simply that you’re there.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Thanksgiving

11/19: Tell Me, Please, Whom I Ought to Thank

11/20: The Point Is What You Have, Not What You Don’t

11/21: There Is No Joy That Does Not Sing of Longing

11/22: Time Is a Gift, like Food or Love or Death

11/23: I Look Across

11/24: The Thing I Am Most Thankful for Is Love

I Look Across

November 23, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is Thanksgiving, which was celebrated yesterday, November 22^nd.

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

A Thanksgiving poem about the beauty of a mountain view:

I look across

The palm of God's great hand

And see the peace

That underlies my pain.

No tragic loss

Or grief can be so grand.

Through life's short lease

Such sights our hearts sustain.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Thanksgiving

11/19: Tell Me, Please, Whom I Ought to Thank

11/20: The Point Is What You Have, Not What You Don’t

11/21: There Is No Joy That Does Not Sing of Longing

11/22: Time Is a Gift, like Food or Love or Death

11/23: I Look Across

Time Is a Gift, like Food or Love or Death

November 22, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is Thanksgiving, which is celebrated today, November 22^nd.

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

A Thanksgiving poem about the gift of time:

Time is a gift, like food or love or death,

However much one wants to live forever.

All that is, is in a single breath.

Now is ample time for each endeavor.

Knowing one will die makes time more precious

Since even music needs a proper end,

Giving each note density and purpose

In a compass one can comprehend.

Vistas have horizons, even though

Infinity still lurks beyond the stars,

Nothing that a grateful soul can know,

Given that one's gift such knowledge bars.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Thanksgiving

11/19: Tell Me, Please, Whom I Ought to Thank

11/20: The Point Is What You Have, Not What You Don’t

11/21: There Is No Joy That Does Not Sing of Longing

11/22: Time Is a Gift, like Food or Love or Death