Here's a Bit of Happiness

November 20, 2019

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

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A twenty-seventh anniversary poem about the beauty of watching married life go by:

Here’s a bit of happiness,

A moment brief but bright,

Placed upon the edge of time,

Perched upon the night.

Years pass by like sailing ships,

Tall and stately, while

We watch from the water’s edge,

Exchanging a quick smile.

Nothing is more beautiful

Than being here with you,

Yearning for the love we share,

Savoring the view.

Eternity is like that:

Vastness tucked within

Each unsuspecting moment,

Neither kith nor kin.

This is our forever,

Here beside the wind.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Anniversaries

11/18: Here Is All the Heaven One Might Hope

11/19: Three Years Together! And Yet How Much More

11/20: Here’s a Bit of Happiness

Three Years Together! And Yet How Much More

November 19, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

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

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

A third anniversary poem about how time matures marital love:

Three years together! And yet how much more

Our love has grown, and blossomed, and matured,

Restoring what commitment can restore

In a world where nothing is assured.

Choices are the children of our needs,

Hard put to long survive on grit alone.

As the time we made our choice recedes,

Roots reach into soil that once was stone.

Days turn into months, and months to years.

A moment is the handiwork of time.

Now is sculpted by past joys and tears,

Defined by love in ways we can’t define.

Passions come and go; love remains,

A choice that wisdom proves and need sustains,

Turning toil to dance and truth to wine.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Anniversaries

11/18: Here Is All the Heaven One Might Hope

11/19: Three Years Together! And Yet How Much More

Here Is All the Heaven One Might Hope

November 18, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

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

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

A ninth anniversary poem about the need to cope with the heaven of a good marriage:

Here is all the heaven one might hope,

A cornucopia of circumstance.

Praised be those who can with heaven cope,

Pleased with each day’s blessings in advance.

Yet there are those who look at life askance.

Nor is heaven anywhere but here –

In your love and gentleness of heart.

None who dwells there happily need fear

The pain that tears self-centered souls apart,

Hard put to find content in life or art.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Anniversaries

11/18: Here Is All the Heaven One Might Hope

Twenty-Six Is Undeterred by Being

November 17, 2019

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is philosophy by the numbers.

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

A philosophical number poem about free will as uncaused cause:

Twenty-six is undeterred by being.

Whatever is will not be merely was.

Each moment is a fluid shaped by will,

Neither moving on nor standing still,

Tide against the rock of what one does,

Yielding to the substance of one's seeing.

Such speculation one might well find freeing,

Images of time that hope instill,

Xeroxes of self as uncaused cause.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Philosophy by the Numbers

11/11: Solitude Is Never Yours Alone

11/12: Sing of the Sweet Sunlight of the Soul

11/13: Silence at the Center of the Soul

11/14: The Ocean That We Live on Has No Shore

11/15: The Child Was Merely Accidental

11/16: Thirty-Eight Is More than Just a Number

11/17: Twenty-Six Is Undeterred by Being

Thirty-Eight Is More than Just a Number

November 16, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is philosophy by the numbers.

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

A philosophical number poem about the creation of a new infinity every time a child is born:

Thirty-eight is more than just a number,

Having joined through love the flow of flesh,

Inheriting the future, choosing life,

Rejoicing in the wisdom of a wife,

The seed of which the person is the creche,

Yielding what the years cannot encumber.

Even as the tree is not the lumber,

Infinity awaits your will, as such,

Graced to be the cradle of a grief

Howling through the tapestries of touch,

The passion wrapped in swaddling clothes of slumber.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Philosophy by the Numbers

11/11: Solitude Is Never Yours Alone

11/12: Sing of the Sweet Sunlight of the Soul

11/13: Silence at the Center of the Soul

11/14: The Ocean That We Live on Has No Shore

11/15: The Child Was Merely Accidental

11/16: Thirty-Eight Is More than Just a Number

The Child Was Merely Accidental

November 15, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is philosophy by the numbers.

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

A philosophical number poem about the unease of knowing that you might never have been:

The child was merely accidental.

When she looked up, the sun turned towards her,

Each star found her face, space crawled up

Next to her, wrapped her in its many layers,

Touched each eye with a soft finger,

Yet her unease would not disappear.

Even in that radiance, it would not disappear,

In the sweet reluctance of a child's world,

Given the joy of strangeness, given

Her capacity for forgiveness, it remained

That she might not have been.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Philosophy by the Numbers

11/11: Solitude Is Never Yours Alone

11/12: Sing of the Sweet Sunlight of the Soul

11/13: Silence at the Center of the Soul

11/14: The Ocean That We Live on Has No Shore

11/15: The Child Was Merely Accidental

The Ocean That We Live on Has No Shore

November 14, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is philosophy by the numbers.

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

A philosophical number poem about the difficulty of bearing the experience of infinity:

The ocean that we live on has no shore.

However far we sail, we reach no end.

Infinity is simply what we see,

Restoring the first meaning of "to be,"

There being only ocean, nothing more.

Yet that is what we cannot comprehend.

None long can bear that god-like ecstasy,

Imagining oneself at Being's core,

Nor long remove the multiplicity

Each mind within itself must apprehend.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Philosophy by the Numbers

11/11: Solitude Is Never Yours Alone

11/12: Sing of the Sweet Sunlight of the Soul

11/13: Silence at the Center of the Soul

11/14: The Ocean That We Live on Has No Shore