No Place to Put My Paramour

October 26, 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 frustration of desiring love outside of marriage:

No place to put my paramour,

No sea to sail unknown,

Nowhere to bear my love away

That we might be alone.

No life but wife and children who

Must be with me till death.

No passion new nor passion true

That breathes with every breath.

No love but love invincible

That ties me to myself,

For I am why I cannot be

A sly, deceiving elf.

For I am why I cannot be

A person who risks pain,

And so I weep because I keep

My dreams alive in vain.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Marriage

10/21: Families Are the Girders Underneath

10/22: If I Had Married You Instead of Her

10/23: Marriage Is a Turn Towards Innocence

10/24: Marriage Is the Closest Kind of Friendship

10/25: My Anger Stands Between Us like a Wall

10/26: No Place to Put My Paramour

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

10/21: Families Are the Girders Underneath

10/22: If I Had Married You Instead of Her

10/23: Marriage Is a Turn Towards Innocence

10/24: Marriage Is the Closest Kind of Friendship

10/25: My Anger Stands Between Us like a Wall

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

10/21: Families Are the Girders Underneath

10/22: If I Had Married You Instead of Her

10/23: Marriage Is a Turn Towards Innocence

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

10/21: Families Are the Girders Underneath

10/22: If I Had Married You Instead of Her

10/23: Marriage Is a Turn Towards Innocence

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

10/21: Families Are the Girders Underneath

10/22: If I Had Married You Instead of Her

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

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 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

10/14: Could I Have Seen the Consequence

10/15: The Enslavement of the Caribbeans: Columbus’ Second Voyage

10/16: The Destruction of the Indies

10/17: The Attack of the Romans on the Celts at Ynes Mŏn

10/18: The Ravages of Smallpox: Australia

10/19: The Ravages of Rum: America

10/20: The Forced Separation of Indigenous Children from Their Parents: Australia