Thursday, October 24, 2019

My Anger Stands Between Us like a Wall

October 25, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

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

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

A poem about the need in a marriage to let go of anger:

My anger stands between us like a wall,
Or a river of burning brimstone straight from Hell.
I love you, and I want to love you well;
I call for help, but you can't hear my call.

I love you for the man that you've become
And for the years we've put into this life.
But all the pain I've suffered as your wife
Has left my poor, scarred spirit deaf and dumb.

God help me, please! I need to cross to you
And live the life I never thought we could.
Be patient with my anger, and the good
Within us will my fisted thoughts undo.

I know the fault is mine now, and I'll try
To let go of the wounded, dying past.
For us and for our son this has to last.
And so I bid my angry soul good-by.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Marriage
10/25: My Anger Stands Between Us like a Wall

Wednesday, October 23, 2019

Marriage Is the Closest Kind of Friendship

October 24, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

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

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

A poem about the closeness of a married couple:

Marriage is the closest kind of friendship.
Years of traffic wear away the lines
Between two souls with similar designs,
Ending more in unity than kinship.
Separate actors must play separate parts:
They must alone be riveted by need.
Far beneath that soil a single seed
Roots itself, tenacious in their hearts.
In love there is a trust beyond the word.
Each finds peace in each, as though the light
Needed the tranquility of night,
Deeper than what silence can be heard.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Marriage
10/24: Marriage Is the Closest Kind of Friendship

Marriage Is a Turn Towards Innocence

October 23, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

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

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

A poem about the innocence of marriage and the need for will to sustain love:

Marriage is a turn towards innocence
As two vow what can only be naïve.
Romantic love, of course, comes more than once,
Returning with the fickleness of sense,
Interring what sweet semblance one would save.
Adults, however, know the story well,
Grasping the harsh truth of higher love,
Embracing what endures but through the will.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Marriage
10/23: Marriage Is a Turn Towards Innocence

Monday, October 21, 2019

If I Had Married You Instead of Her

October 22, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

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

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

A poem about regretting marrying the wrong person:

If I had married you instead of her,
I would not now be seething with regret,
Trapped by children, choked by dreams that were
My hopes before my life turned desolate.

I would not now be seething with regret
For having married more for lust than love.
My hopes before my life turned desolate
Now live but in the darkness where you move.

For having married more for lust than love,
I'm punished with a wife whom I despise.
I live but in the darkness where you move,
My hopes reflected in your azure eyes.

I'm punished with a wife whom I despise,
Trapped by children, choked by dreams that were
My hopes -- reflected in your azure eyes,
If I had married you instead of her.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Marriage
10/22: If I Had Married You Instead of Her

Sunday, October 20, 2019

Families Are the Girders Underneath

October 21, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

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

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

A poem about how by creating families, marriages long outlast both husband and wife:

Families are the girders underneath
All the brick and mortar of our lives.
Marriages will rarely end in death:
In sons and daughters long they hold their breath,
Lingering far past the men and wives,
Yet heard in great-great grandchildren's joy and grief.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Marriage
10/21: Families Are the Girders Underneath

The Forced Separation of Indigenous Children from Their Parents: Australia

October 20, 2019

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is Columbus Day and Indigenous Peoples’ Day, which are celebrated on Oct. 14.

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

A poem for Indigenous Peoples’ Day about the forced separation of indigenous children from their parents, based on passages from the Introduction to Bringing Them Home, the final report of the National Inquiry into the Separation of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander Children from Their Families, conducted by the Human Rights and Equal Opportunity Commission: Confidential submission 318, Tasmania: removal from Cape Barren Island, Tasmania, of 8 siblings in the 1960s:

THE FORCED SEPARATION OF INDIGENOUS CHILDREN FROM THEIR PARENTS: AUSTRALIA

From the final report of the National Inquiry into the Separation of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander Children from Their Families:

So the next thing I remember
Was that they took us away from there,
And we went to the hospital,
And I kept asking
Because the children were screaming,
And the little brothers and sisters were just babies of course,
And I couldn’t move, they were all around me,
Around my neck and legs, yelling and screaming.

I was all upset and I didn’t know what to do,
And I didn’t know where we were going.
I just thought: Well, they’re police,
They must know what they’re doing.
I suppose I’ve got to go with them.
They’re taking us to see Mum.
You know, this is what I honestly thought.

They kept us in hospital for three days,
And I kept asking,
‘When are we going to see Mum?’
And no one told us at this time.
And I think on the third or fourth day
They piled us in the car,
And I said, ‘Where are we going?’
And they said, ‘We are going to see your mother.’
But then we turned left to go to the airport,
And I got a little panicky
About where we were going.

They got hold of me,
And I got a little baby in my arms,
And they put us on the plane.
And still they told us
We were going to see Mum.
So I thought she must be
Wherever they’re taking us.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Columbus Day and Indigenous People’s Day
10/20: The Forced Separation of Indigenous Children from Their Parents: Australia

Saturday, October 19, 2019

The Ravages of Rum: America

October 19, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is Columbus Day and Indigenous Peoples’ Day, which are celebrated on Oct. 14.

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

A poem for Indigenous Peoples’ Day about the destruction of the indigenous peoples of America by liquor, based on passages from The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin:

THE RAVAGES OF RUM: AMERICA

From The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin:

As the Indians are extremely apt to get drunk,
And, when so, are very quarrelsome and disorderly,
We strictly forbade selling any liquor to them.
And when they complained of this restriction,
We told them that if they would continue sober
During the negotiations over the treaty,
We would give them plenty of rum
When the business was over.
They promised this, and kept their promise,
Because they could get no liquor,
And the negotiations were conducted
In a very orderly fashion,
And concluded to mutual satisfaction.

They then claimed and received the rum.
This was in the afternoon.
In the evening, hearing a great noise among them,
The commissioners walked out
To see what the matter was.
We found they had made a great bonfire
In the middle of the square.
They were all drunk, men and women, quarreling and fighting.
Their dark-colored bodies, half naked,
Seen only by the gloomy light of the bonfire,
Running after and beating one another with firebrands,
Accompanied by their horrid yelling,
Formed a scene best resembling our ideas of hell.
There was no appeasing the tumult,
And we retired to our lodging.
At midnight a number of them
Came thundering at our door,
Demanding more rum,
Of which we took no notice.

The next day,
Sensible that they had misbehaved,
They sent three of their old counselors to make their apology.
The orator acknowledged the fault,
But laid it upon the rum;
And then endeavored to excuse the rum
By saying, “The Great Spirit, who made all things,
Made everything for some use.
And whatever use he designed anything for,
That use it should always be put to.
Now, when he made rum, he said,
‘Let this be for the Indians to get drunk with,’
And so it must be.”

And, indeed, if it be the design of Providence
To extirpate these savages
In order to make room for cultivators of the earth,
It seems not improbable
That rum may be the appointed means.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Columbus Day and Indigenous People’s Day
10/19: The Ravages of Rum: America