Thursday, October 8, 2020

Time Tends to Make the Biggest Problems Small

October 9, 2020

Dear Subscriber:

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

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

A philosophical poem about time as a healer:

Time tends to make the biggest problems small.
It heals the bitterest and deepest wound.
There is no pain, no agony at all
That Time won't turn into some sweet, sad tune.

So let Time take you as a river flows
Beyond the violent rapids where you are.
There are things that every woman knows
Once she can see her tempests from afar.

When you are young, your choices wait on you,
Or if they disappear, there'll soon be more.
The things you love and lose, the words you rue,
Sometimes, when you look back, look like a door.

© by Nicholas Gordon

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/timete.html. For more philosophical poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/philosophicalpoems.html .

This week’s theme: Time
October 5: Time for Parents Tends to Go Too Fast
October 6: Even So, One’s Time Seems Endless
October 7: Time Has a Way of Making Life Precious
October 8: Understand, Death Has No Use for Time
October 9: Time Tends to Make the Biggest Problems Small

Understand, Death Has No Use for Time

October 8, 2020

Dear Subscriber:

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

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

A philosophical epitaph about time and death:

Uunderstand, death has no use for time.
No time is any better, any worse.
Cancel twenty years or eighty-nine,
Love's a loss one cannot reimburse.
Each of us lives for an eternity,
Dying only after our forever.
Early or late, we vanish equally,
All unconscious of the ties we sever,
No longer either separate or together.

© by Nicholas Gordon

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/unders.html. For more philosophical poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/philosophicalpoems.html .

This week’s theme: Time
October 5: Time for Parents Tends to Go Too Fast
October 6: Even So, One’s Time Seems Endless
October 7: Time Has a Way of Making Life Precious
October 8: Understand, Death Has No Use for Time

Wednesday, October 7, 2020

Time Has a Way of Making Life Precious

October 7, 2020

Dear Subscriber:

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

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

A philosophical and psychological number poem about how living in time affects love:

Time has a way of making life precious:
What we know we must lose, we love anxiously.
Even the heavens are not infinite,
No star more eternal than the flash of a quark.
Tranquility mirrors a moment of sky;
Yearning returns like the tides of the sea.

Each of us has some slight notion of why
Infinite moments take less than a minute.
Gripped by love, each soul is contagious.
Holding each other, we walk in the dark.
Through you I am and continue to be.

© by Nicholas Gordon

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/timeh2.html. For more philosophical poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/philosophicalpoems.html .

This week’s theme: Time
October 5: Time for Parents Tends to Go Too Fast
October 6: Even So, One’s Time Seems Endless
October 7: Time Has a Way of Making Life Precious

Tuesday, October 6, 2020

Even So, One's Time Seems Endless

October 6, 2020

Dear Subscriber:

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

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

A philosophical number poem about experiencing the flow of time within what seems a timeless self:

Even so, one's time seems endless,
Infinite, although we know
Gifts of being come and go,
However brief, refulgent, senseless.
Time moves towards one's end, relentless,
Yet one cannot see it so.

One seems One, eternal, causeless,
Neither in nor of the flow,
Eye and I transparent, changeless …

© by Nicholas Gordon

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/evenso.html. For more philosophical poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/philosophicalpoems.html .

This week’s theme: Time
October 5: Time for Parents Tends to Go Too Fast
October 6: Even So, One’s Time Seems Endless

Monday, October 5, 2020

Time for Parents Tends to Go Too Fast

October 5, 2020

Dear Subscriber:

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

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

A number poem about how different time seems to parents and children:

Time for parents tends to go too fast,
While for children seems to go too slow.
Each looks back or forward with delight,
Loss or gain depending on one's height,
Visions of the future or the past
Enveloped in a sentimental glow.

© by Nicholas Gordon

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/timefo.html. For more number poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/numberpoems.html .

This week’s theme: Time
October 5: Time for Parents Tends to Go Too Fast

Sunday, October 4, 2020

Talk to Me as Lovers Do

October 4, 2020

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 https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.

A love poem about the need for honesty in love talk:

Talk to me as lovers do,
Regardless what you have to say,
And I will gladly talk to you.

Be kind, but most of all be true:
Throw your masks and shields away.
Talk to me as lovers do,

Anger, pain, and boredom, too,
Let all that's in you come my way,
And I will gladly talk to you.

We've had rough times, but we get through:
We choose through hurricanes to stay.
So talk to me as lovers do.

Beneath the storm I will renew
My vow to love you more each day,
And I will gladly talk to you.

All darkness turns to light when you
And I can weep and touch and play.
Come talk to me as lovers do
And I will gladly talk to you.

© by Nicholas Gordon

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/talkto.html. For more love poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/lovepoems.html .

This week’s theme: Love
September 28: Pleasures Come and Go: Love Abides
September 29: I Don’t Know Why My Feelings Are So Strong
September 30: How Can I Know So Surely that I’ll Love You
October 1: Just Loving You Has Been a Revelation
October 2: Love Is like an Iceberg
October 3: The Past Is like a Sculpture
October 4: Talk to Me as Lovers Do

Saturday, October 3, 2020

The Past Is like a Sculpture

October 3, 2020

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 https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.

A love poem about how love can change someone for the better:

The past is like a sculpture:
Cold, unyielding stone,
Shaped in all the heat of life
But now best left alone.

If you'd like to look at it,
I'm sure that you will see
Someone somewhat similar,
But not the same as me.

The difference is in loving you,
Which changes sex to light,
From ego-driven ecstasy
To mutual delight;

From self-consuming pleasure
That can the self destroy,
To self-surpassing tenderness,
And joy in giving joy.

I am no longer who I was,
But am completely yours
In all my passion and desire,
In all that faith restores;

So do not turn away from me,
Jealous of the past,
And we in our embrace shall dance
To music that will last.

© by Nicholas Gordon

To see this poem on my site, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/thepas.html. For more love poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/lovepoems.html .

This week’s theme: Love
September 28: Pleasures Come and Go: Love Abides
September 29: I Don’t Know Why My Feelings Are So Strong
September 30: How Can I Know So Surely that I’ll Love You
October 1: Just Loving You Has Been a Revelation
October 2: Love Is like an Iceberg
October 3: The Past Is like a Sculpture