Harvests Do Require Times of Planting

January 14, 2020

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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 .

An anniversary poem about the need for discipline in love:

Harvests do require times of planting:

After months of labor comes the prize.

Peace arrives at evening, passion slanting;

Pleasure, deep and true, is no surprise.

Yet on the way, in moments of affection,

A glance can turn the heart to liquid gold.

No paradise has ever reached perfection,

Nor is love less rich as one grows old.

In love there is infinity and time:

Vast truths are glimpsed just past the ecstasy;

Each moment comes complete with wind and chime,

Reminding us of what it means to be.

Sing, then, of goals that discipline require,

And loves that years of loyalty inspire,

Revealing joys that over time accrue,

Yet are eternal, infinite, and true.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Anniversaries

1/13: All the Love You Ask of God Is Here

1/14: Harvests Do Require Times of Planting

All the Love You Ask of God Is Here

January 13, 2020

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 name and fortieth anniversary poem about a need that never ends:

All the love you ask of God is here,

Delivered by yourselves, but made elsewhere,

Eden's legacy, that you might be

Less fearful that your time pass by untouched.

Even after forty years of loving

And sixty years of life, you need no less,

Needing still the kiss that stills the darkness,

Desperate for the one who shares the night.

Long, then, may you love, each giving each

A window to a mirror, in which both

Will see a grace beyond the grace of being,

Rendered into life by your own hand.

Every moment sings in celebration,

Noticed mainly when the hour chimes.

Carillons now clang joyfully in tribute,

Eloquent reminders of your love.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Anniversaries

1/13: All the Love You Ask of God Is Here

Alisha Is a Creature of the Morning

January 12, 2020

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is Insight and Revelation, in honor of Epiphany, which was celebrated on January 6.

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

A name poem for a woman who has numerous insights, while she leaves their development to others:

Alisha is a creature of the morning,

Letting fresh light slant on all she knows.

In every moment new ideas are dawning,

Seeds that she can scatter as she goes.

Her insights come upon her without warning,

Although she rarely reaps the thoughts she sows.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Insight and Revelation

1/6: Forty-Two Surrenders to Desire

1/7: Thank You for a Memorable Evening

1/8: Every Moment Sings with Fascination

1/9: Forty-One Must Cross Her Swollen Streams

1/10: Tashina Is a Cry of Liberation

1/11: Thirty-Six Knows Well by Now His Goal

1/12: Alisha Is a Creature of the Morning

Thirty-Six Knows Well by Now His Goal

January 11, 2020

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is Insight and Revelation, in honor of Epiphany, which was celebrated on January 6.

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

A philosophical number poem about a budding writer who is not yet ready to turn his insights into art:

Thirty-six knows well by now his goal.

He follows in his head his untold story.

Intent on excellence, he'd like to hone

Recurring insights into polished stone,

Turning wisdom into lasting beauty.

Yet not yet has he refined his role.

Sunlight gilding his intended duty,

In quiet ecstasy he walks alone,

Xeroxing the thoughts that move his soul.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Insight and Revelation

1/6: Forty-Two Surrenders to Desire

1/7: Thank You for a Memorable Evening

1/8: Every Moment Sings with Fascination

1/9: Forty-One Must Cross Her Swollen Streams

1/10: Tashina Is a Cry of Liberation

1/11: Thirty-Six Knows Well by Now His Goal

Tashina Is a Cry of Liberation

January 10, 2020

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is Insight and Revelation, in honor of Epiphany, which was celebrated on January 6.

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

A philosophical name poem about the need to share one’s insights:

Tashina is a cry of liberation

As all in darkness listen to her plea.

She knows the joy of being part of Being,

Having glimpsed her self through selfless seeing,

In love and beauty finding clarity.

Nor can she have alone this revelation:

An insight must be shared to fully be.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Insight and Revelation

1/6: Forty-Two Surrenders to Desire

1/7: Thank You for a Memorable Evening

1/8: Every Moment Sings with Fascination

1/9: Forty-One Must Cross Her Swollen Streams

1/10: Tashina Is a Cry of Liberation

Forty-One Must Cross Her Swollen Streams

January 9, 2020

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is Insight and Revelation, in honor of Epiphany, which was celebrated on January 6.

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

A number poem about a woman whose lack of joy and love is redeemed by hope:

Forty-one must cross her swollen streams

On slippery stones, not often looking back.

Revelations come and go while what

The moment brings is floating bric-a-brac.

Yet she still looks forward to her dreams.

Of love and joy, she does not feel the lack,

Nor does she think the exit’s fully shut,

Enduring what enduring hope redeems.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Insight and Revelation

1/6: Forty-Two Surrenders to Desire

1/7: Thank You for a Memorable Evening

1/8: Every Moment Sings with Fascination

1/9: Forty-One Must Cross Her Swollen Streams

Every Moment Sings with Fascination

January 8, 2020

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is Insight and Revelation, in honor of Epiphany, which was celebrated on January 6.

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

A philosophical poem about the gifts of life and death:

Every moment sings with fascination

As silence sits behind the vivid veil.

There is no rock not rife with revelation,

Nor word that will not ultimately fail.

Likewise, we are masks upon the void,

Uncreated at our empty core,

Mirror of what cannot be destroyed,

The nothing that the thing is destined for.

The being of our being is delight;

The nothing of our nothing, pure perfection.

Just beyond our day is utter night;

Just within our heart, its blank reflection.

The gift of life brings joy well worth the pain;

The gift of death brings us home again.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Insight and Revelation

1/6: Forty-Two Surrenders to Desire

1/7: Thank You for a Memorable Evening

1/8: Every Moment Sings with Fascination