Wednesday, August 17, 2016

I Do Not Mean to Put Our Love on Hold

August 18, 2016

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is breaking up a love affair.

Today’s poem is about not being able to decide whether to break up.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

I do not mean to put our love on hold.
I really can't decide what I should do.
I don't like always running hot and cold,
But I don't know yet what I feel for you.

I am afraid of getting too involved
And then, perhaps, of causing greater pain.
It's easier to get this thing resolved,
Yet then I find I'm weeping once again.

If only life were walking on the beach,
Talking, laughing, holding honest hands,
With everything we want just out of reach,
And no sign of the lurking buts and ands.

If I could say just purely the word love,
Or bear to turn my back and say goodbye,
Then you and I could from this moment move,
And let ourselves at last rejoice or cry.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at http://www.poemsforfree.com/idono3.html. For more love poems, go to http://www.poemsforfree.com/lovepoems.html .

This week’s theme: Breaking Up a Love Affair.
August 18: I Do Not Mean to Put Our Love on Hold

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

I Didn't Get a Chance to Say I Love You

August 17, 2016

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is breaking up a love affair.

Today’s poem is addressed to a former lover about the pain of a breakup.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

I didn't get a chance to say I love you.
You were gone before we got that far.
All I know is now I really need you,
Yet when I look for you, you aren't there.

You said once that you never would forget me,
Yet how am I to know without you here?
Such emptiness! Like what I feel within me:
Neither flesh nor tears, just cold thin air.

Sometimes, alone, I feel your arms around me,
And all my need for you spills out in pain.
Jagged memories of you surround me.
I cannot think I won't see you again.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at http://www.poemsforfree.com/ididnt.html. For more love poems, go to http://www.poemsforfree.com/lovepoems.html .

This week’s theme: Breaking Up a Love Affair.
August 17: I Didn’t Get a Chance to Say I LoveYou

Monday, August 15, 2016

Hold Me to Your Willing Heart

August 15, 2016

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is breaking up a love affair.

Today’s poem is about the need sometimes to let go of love.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Hold me to your willing heart
And let me - help me - weep
That I of need might fall apart
And then at last might sleep.

Let the truth slice into me
That I might finally bleed
And purge myself of agony
I cannot now concede.

For I have bound myself in light
That I might live in joy,
And cannot - will not - let the night
My bonds of love destroy.

And yet I know if I would gain
The peace for which I pray,
I must allow the floods of pain
To wash my love away.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at http://www.poemsforfree.com/holdme.html. For more love poems, go to http://www.poemsforfree.com/lovepoems.html .

This week’s theme: Breaking Up a Love Affair.
August 15: Hold Me to Your Willing Heart

Sunday, August 14, 2016

Forever Is like Getting Off a Train

August 14, 2016

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is time.

Today’s poem is about how through the imagination one might step out of time into forever.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Forever is like getting off a train:
Outside the landscape listens, holds its breath;
Racing hedges stop, the mountains pause,
Trees wait on the wind, as still as death.
Yet far off, a whistle sounds again.

So may we, though trapped within our motion,
Imaginatively step beyond its laws:
X's on the surface of an ocean.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at http://www.poemsforfree.com/foreve.html. For more philosophical poems, go to http://www.poemsforfree.com/philosophicalpoems.html .

This week’s theme: Time.
August 8: Forty-Eight
August 14: Forever Is like Getting Off a Train

Saturday, August 13, 2016

Eventually, Memories Settle Down

August 13, 2016

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is time.

Today’s poem is about the ubiquity yet elusiveness of the moment.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Eventually, memories settle down;
Later still, perhaps, go back to sleep.
Life cannot hold so much of life for long,
Yet now I hold it dancing in my hands.

Though everything is now, now is not;
Each moment dances in a sea of light.
People were and will be, never are;
Present is a glass through which we wonder.
Everywhere are ghosts that dance in dreams
Rounded by the curvature of time.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at http://www.poemsforfree.com/memdow.html. For more philosophical poems, go to http://www.poemsforfree.com/philosophicalpoems.html .

This week’s theme: Time.
August 8: Forty-Eight
August 13: Eventually, Memories Settle Down

Friday, August 12, 2016

The Past Is Never Over

August 12, 2016

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is time.

Today’s poem is about the continuity of time over generations, over millennia, and the importance of the study of history and pre-history.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

The past is never over, nor
The future ever here.
Shards beneath the sand contain
Old verses of our hymns.

In Time there are no endings, nor
Can lines be very clear.
The bones of ancient hominids
Linger in our limbs.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at http://www.poemsforfree.com/past.html. For more poems about professions, go to http://www.poemsforfree.com/professionspoems.html .

This week’s theme: Time.
August 8: Forty-Eight
August 12: The Past Is Never Over

Thursday, August 11, 2016

The Los Angeles of 1958

August 11, 2016

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is time.

Today’s poem is about how time devours the holy presence of each moment.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

The Los Angeles of 1958
Was obliterated in 1959.
Every house, movie star, palm tree, and freeway
No more. Gone. Nada. Nihil. We say
There are photos, memories--I have mine.
Yet holy presence we cannot recreate.

From desire and dream we make our memories,
Images of images, the stage
Vacant, the quartet long gone, our rage,
Ever, for lies, distortions, uncertainties.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at http://www.poemsforfree.com/la1958.html. For more philosophical poems, go to http://www.poemsforfree.com/philosophicalpoems.html .

This week’s theme: Time.
August 8: Forty-Eight
August 11: The Los Angeles of 1958