Farewell, My Friend and Confidante

 

A goodbye poem to a friend who is going away:

 

Farewell, my friend and confidante!
As you go, so must I
Resume alone the well-worn path
Each soul must travel by.
Wend where you will, my wanderer,
Even as you stay
Long treasured in my lonely heart,
Loved well, though far away.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

Audio and Video Music: Pouring Out. By Asher Fulero. Music free to use at YouTube. Illustration Credit: AI

 

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For You the Earth Must Be a Greener Green

 

A love and number poem wishing a loved one every gift of grace:

 

For you the Earth must be a greener green;
Orange buds must burst with greater glory;
Rivers must be pure, light full of grace,
Time unfold a more enchanting story;
Years must shape a spirit more serene.

To you the birds must sing with more delight;
Hyacinths must pour forth sweeter scent;
Rain must wear more gently, storms retrace
Each devastated path, and harm repent,
Each turbulence turn calm, and sorrow right.

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

Audio and Video Music: Forever Yours. By Wayne Jones. Music free to use at YouTube. Illustration Credit: AI

 

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Good and Honest People Can Do Evil

 

A poem for Bastille Day about how idealistic ends can inspire brutal means:

 

Good and honest people can do evil
As just ends can inspire brutal means.
In politics, a saint can be a devil,

Calculating what might be the level
Of suffering the greater good redeems.
Good and honest people can do evil

As well-honed ideologies give ample
Right and cause to murder for one's dreams.
In politics, a saint can be a devil,

Romantic as the idealistic rebel,
Tyrannical as truth splits at the seams.
Good and honest people can do evil,

Reducing life's complexities to simple
Slogans that are best conveyed by screams.
In politics, a saint can be a devil,

More saint, more devil, a hammer on an anvil
That shapes the willing faithful into fiends.
Good and honest people can do evil.
In politics, a saint can be a devil.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

Audio and Video Music: Cantus Firmus Monks. By Doug Maxwell, Media Right Productions. Music free to use at YouTube. Illustration Credit: AI

 

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July

 

A calendar poem for July:

 

July lies lazy, like a muddy river
Unconscious of its slow slide to the sea.
Life seems like it just goes on forever,
Yet deeper currents know it cannot be.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

Audio and Video Music: Allégro. By Emmit Fenn. Music free to use at YouTube. Illustration Credit: AI

 

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Just Think of How It Was That Hot July

 

An American Independence Day poem about what it might have been like on July 4, 1776:

 

Just think of how it was that hot July
Under threat of being hanged for treason.
Let yourself have faith enough to die,
Yet let that faith be in the power of reason.
Feel the heady fear of rash rebellion,
Of chaos, blood, death, vengeance, mayhem, blight.
Unleash with noble words that ancient hellion
Reigning cruelly over years of night.
They turned out to be right, those bold, brave men.
However, think what terrors faced them then.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

Audio and Video Music: E Minor Prelude. By Frederic Chopin. Music free to use at YouTube. Illustration Credit: AI.

 

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I Can't Believe I'm Marrying My Grandma's Paper Boy

 

A wedding poem about love at first sight:

I can't believe I'm marrying
My grandma's paperboy!
She said that you were "dreamy"
And the sort I would enjoy.

My grandma! Well, I humored her
And took a look at you,
And saw, those many years ago,
That what she said was true.

But not so fast, because we lived
A continent apart,
And were too young to comprehend
The wisdom of the heart.

We needed time to grow into
The truth that we had seen,
And let some others stampede through
The years that came between.

But Grandma always said that you
Were just the one for me,
And now we all are gathered here
To publicly agree!

How often can we say that love
Was truly at first sight?
But since I first laid eyes on you,
I've known Grandma was right!

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

Audio and Video Music: Sharp Senses. By Ugonna Onyekwe. Music free to use at YouTube. Illustration Credit: AI

 

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Fantasies Find Flower in What's Real

 

A Father’s Day poem about how having a family gives life purpose:

 

Fantasies find flower in what's real --
A wife and children waiting at the door.
Though there is much, perhaps, one would repeal,
How sweet it is to know what one is for.
Enduring love is like an organ tone
Resounding 'neath the restless notes of home,
So beautiful one could not ask for more.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

Audio and Video Music: Pachabelly. By Huma Huma. Music free to use at YouTube. Illustration Credit: AI

 

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