Sing of Lasting Love, the Gift of Eden

August 28, 2019

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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 http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A number poem about lasting love as the remnant of Eden’s innocence:

Sing of lasting love, the gift of Eden,

Exilic remnant of our innocence,

Valued well by those who know its beauty,

Embraced as both a gift and cherished duty,

No less an income than a large expense.

There is no better fortune to believe in,

Yearning for what each day will dispense.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Love

8/26: Fortune Comes and Goes; Love Abides

8/27: Sing of Love and Love-Sustaining Passion

8/28: Sing of Lasting Love, the Gift of Eden

Sing of Love and Love-Sustaining Passion

August 27, 2019

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 http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A number poem about the love of life:

Sing of love and love-sustaining passion,

Intimacy, friendship, lust, and joy,

X-ing out whatever might destroy

The love of life that ought one’s choices fashion,

Yearning for the gifts that spirits buoy.

So might one satisfy the deep desire

Ever burning in the inmost heart,

Vivid source of purpose, faith, and art,

Enduring flame of some eternal fire,

Never whole unless through love a part.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Love

8/26: Fortune Comes and Goes; Love Abides

8/27: Sing of Love and Love-Sustaining Passion

Fortune Comes and Goes; Love Abides

August 26, 2019

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 http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A number poem about how make love last throughout one’s life:

Fortune comes and goes; love abides.

One does the little things that will endure,

Returning like a tide to what is sure:

The garden where one’s innocence resides,

Yet yearning for a world more kind and pure.

Nor ought those longings lose their rich allure.

In riding towards one’s dreams, one ever rides,

Never hoping to one’s hopes secure,

Embracing well the work that love provides.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Love

8/26: Fortune Comes and Goes; Love Abides

Bones and Fire

August 25, 2019

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I was away from August 7^th to August 19^th, so for this theme the poems have been divided as follows: The first two poems appeared on August 5^th and 6^th; the last five poems will appear from August 21^st through August 25^th. The theme for this divided week is social issues

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A poem about the Holocaust:

Bones and fire,

Fire and bones:

We cannot look!

It will sear our eyes!

Even here is beauty,

The ashes of love.

To see you truly

I would have to die.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Social Issues

8/5: Bullies Like to Pulverize Their Pain

8/6: Cheating Is a Crime Against Oneself

8/21: More Pain Cannot Be Wrung from Those Who Wait

8/22: You Did Not Merely Die, but You Were Murdered

8/23: Raping Me Was Fun for Him

8/24: Society Is You and Me

8/25: Bones and Fire

Society is You and Me

August 24, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

I was away from August 7^th to August 19^th, so for this theme the poems have been divided as follows: The first two poems appeared on August 5^th and 6^th; the last five poems will appear from August 21^st through August 25^th. The theme for this divided week is social issues

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

A philosophical number poem about the communal nature of the self:

Society is you and me.

Everyone's a piece of they.

Very much of what we do

Ends up as words that others say.

No I exists except as we,

Though he and she are part of you;

Each pronoun's only partly true,

Each life becomes another's way.

No one alone can simply be.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Social Issues

8/5: Bullies Like to Pulverize Their Pain

8/6: Cheating Is a Crime Against Oneself

8/21: More Pain Cannot Be Wrung from Those Who Wait

8/22: You Did Not Merely Die, but You Were Murdered

8/23: Raping Me Was Fun for Him

8/24: Society Is You and Me

Raping Me Was Fun for Him

August 23, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

I was away from August 7^th to August 19^th, so for this theme the poems have been divided as follows: The first two poems appeared on August 5^th and 6^th; the last five poems will appear from August 21^st through August 25^th. The theme for this divided week is social issues

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

A poem about rape:

Raping me was fun for him.

After, he asked me how I liked it.

Perhaps he already lived in a cell,

Ex-communicated, soul-deaf.

I told him and he laughed, stroked me.

So? He was boss. On top.

A woman wanted that, no?

Crying, crying, I said nothing.

Rape was a wound across my sky.

I saw blackness beyond the blue.

My life was twisted, like those girders

Earthquakes throw brutally to the ground.

After such helplessness, what hope?

Going on with my life in blackness,

A black sky, black rage in my heart,

In my mind an endless blackness,

Nothing within me but blackness

Screamed at the boy no longer there,

The screams like walls I took with me,

The walls of screams protecting me,

How could I love without seeing?

Even so, the light pierced me,

Shattering the cell of fury,

Opening my heart again

Under a new sun, once more

Laughing in the chill of fear.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Social Issues

8/5: Bullies Like to Pulverize Their Pain

8/6: Cheating Is a Crime Against Oneself

8/21: More Pain Cannot Be Wrung from Those Who Wait

8/22: You Did Not Merely Die, but You Were Murdered

8/23: Raping Me Was Fun for Him

You Did Not Merely Die, but You Were Murdered

August 22, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

I was away from August 7^th to August 19^th, so for this theme the poems have been divided as follows: The first two poems appeared on August 5^th and 6^th; the last five poems will appear from August 21^st through August 25^th. The theme for this divided week is social issues

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

A poem about the emotional aftermath of murder:

You did not merely die, but you were murdered,

And so my anger magnifies my grief.

Love and hate are clean and filthy water

Spilling through my veins like hell unleashed.

I would but mourn, but vengeance clouds my sorrow;

I would but kill, but love finds there no peace;

I would but weep, but weeping is a river

That flows with vast intention to the sea.

I must, I must confess that I have lost you,

And find a place to plant my plucked-out love,

And look to justice, not revenge, to free you

To dance again with joy where you still live.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Social Issues

8/5: Bullies Like to Pulverize Their Pain

8/6: Cheating Is a Crime Against Oneself

8/21: More Pain Cannot Be Wrung from Those Who Wait

8/22: You Did Not Merely Die, but You Were Murdered