I Have a Friend with Benefits

December 14, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

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

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A friendship poem about so-called friendship with benefits, each using the other for casual sex:

I have a friend with benefits,

Whom off and on I see.

While I use her to get my kicks,

She also uses me.

She's not my girlfriend, just a friend

With whom I have some sex.

Too young to love, we play the game

And wonder what comes next.

We try out stuff from porno sites,

Watching what we do

As though we were on film, and someone

Else was watching, too.

Yet somehow, somewhere even we

Still know we yearn for love,

And wait like withered stalks to feel

That wind within us move.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Friendship

12/10: Why Did You Change

12/11: Of You I Know So Much

12/12: My Tears Are Not of Loss

12/13: Our Friendship Is as Close as Closest Sisters

12/14: I Have a Friend with Benefits

Our Friendship Is as Close as Closest Sisters

December 13, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

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

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

A poem about a close and lasting friendship:

Our friendship is as close as closest sisters,

Two flutes with a single melody,

Interchanging runs through changing vistas,

Notes like birds alighting on a tree.

To some, friends are like books upon a shelf;

Yet you to me are like another self.

This music will not stop for other misters,

Nor will it pause for princes, real or elf.

However life may wend, we will be we.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Friendship

12/10: Why Did You Change

12/11: Of You I Know So Much

12/12: My Tears Are Not of Loss

12/13: Our Friendship Is as Close as Closest Sisters

My Tears Are Not of Loss

December 12, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

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

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

A poem about the role of the imagination in friendship.

My tears are not of loss

But of time too quickly gone.

I miss our days together

Even while they're going on.

I savor odd, sweet moments

When you laugh or when you smile,

Nostalgic for your presence

Though you're with me all the while.

Strange how fantasy

Can wander in and out at will,

Looking back from somewhere

That is just beyond a hill.

And so when once you leave

You will not leave me alone,

For I will have you with me

Long after you are gone.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Friendship

12/10: Why Did You Change

12/11: Of You I Know So Much

12/12: My Tears Are Not of Loss

Of You I Know So Much

December 11, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

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

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

A friendship poem about what makes a friend so precious:

Of you I know so much, and yet

Nothing that I know

Encompasses just who you are

Or explicates your glow.

For you I would do anything,

As you would do for me.

Knowing this is breathing life:

Intense, serene, and free.

No one else so touched my soul

Deep in, where none can see.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Friendship

12/10: Why Did You Change

12/11: Of You I Know So Much

Why Did You Change

December 10, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

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

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

A poem questioning why a friendship has turned sour:

Why did you change? What did I do?

We were like brothers, and now

Your face is a wall without windows, while you

Curse every claim you allow.

I don't understand what undid the sweet bond

That for years yielded nothing but joy.

I am who I was, and yet you respond

With words either cutting or coy.

Perhaps there's no why when some untoward wind

Whips away what one holds to one’s heart.

Though bitter it be to leave loved ones behind,

One must learn when it’s past time to part.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Friendship

12/10: Why Did You Change

Clearly There Were Jews and There Were Jews

December 9, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is Hanukkah, which began at sundown on December 2^nd and will end at sundown on December 9^th.

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

A Chanukah poem about how the attempt by the Syrian King Antiochus IV to persecute the Jews ironically led to the miracle that helped sustain Judaism:

Clearly there were Jews and there were Jews --

Hellenized, not Hellenized, not caring.

Assimilation let one pick and choose,

Not wedded to the faith that one was wearing.

Until a king sought Judaism's end,

Kindling a flame that burned inside,

A miracle that would the faith defend --

Here for us, a faith that else had died.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Hanukkah

12/3: Happiness Comes Wholly from the Heart

12/4: Before You Light the Candles, Say the Blessing

12/5: Time to Light the Hanukkah Lights

12/6: Bees Swarm Along the Fragile Edge of Darkness

12/7: Chanukah Itself’s the Miracle

12/8: Before Chaos, There Was Perfect Light

12/9: Clearly There Were Jews and There Were Jews

Before Chaos, There Was Perfect Light

December 8, 2018

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is Hanukkah, which began at sundown on December 2^nd and will end at sundown on December 9^th.

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

A Hanukkah poem about the eternal nature of light:

Before chaos, there was perfect light;

Only light, there was no hint of darkness.

Nor was this moment ever in the past,

Nor can it ever be. Outside time

It simply is. Perfect. Eternal. Pure

Existence. What we, at every moment, are.

Still, we must move downriver. We are

Each, in the end, prepared to turn to pure

Terror at the raging lip of time.

How can we vanish, yet live on in the past?

Life only seems to flow towards darkness:

Open those seams, and you see only light.

Red in the west heralds motion's darkness,

Revealing glories millennia past.

As the Earth spins, so we spin through time;

In gravity's grip, no circle is pure,

No being is Being, yet by being we are

Eternal, forever an instant of light.

Given: that light can only be; that light,

As such, cannot not be; that in time lights are,

But then are not; that nonetheless they are pure

Rays racing far beyond the lips of time,

Infinite, irrevocable; that the past

Exists forever, as such; that darkness

Limits only one's perception of light.

Most experts claim the night is clothed in darkness;

Instinctively, they view the past as past.

Do not assume that what you see in time

Is what appears in visions cold and pure.

Eternal isn't only forever. We are

Living eternally now, fragments of pure

Light--the track, the train, the farmhouse time

Erased. No thing is ever nothing--not the past,

Not loved ones lost, not what we know as darkness.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Hanukkah

12/3: Happiness Comes Wholly from the Heart

12/4: Before You Light the Candles, Say the Blessing

12/5: Time to Light the Hanukkah Lights

12/6: Bees Swarm Along the Fragile Edge of Darkness

12/7: Chanukah Itself’s the Miracle

12/8: Before Chaos, There Was Perfect Light