Righteousness Ought Not Be for One's Self

September 18, 2017

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year, which begins on the evening of September 20. The ten days between Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur (the Day of Atonement) are a time when one’s repentance may affect whether one is written into the book of life or the book of death for the coming year.

Today’s poem is a Rosh Hashanah poem about righteousness and self-righteousness.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Righteousness ought not be for one’s self.

One’s righteousness must serve to save one’s soul.

Self-righteousness makes righteousness the goal,

Having failed to cross that inner gulf,

Heart self-satisfied to heart of shame,

And found faith waiting on the distant shore.

So must one be less to compass more,

Having held one’s goodness to the flame

And watched it turn to ashes instantly.

Nor can one be righteous on one’s own,

As one finds one’s unassuming home

Hard by the heart of one’s community.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/right3.html. For more poems for Rosh Hashanah, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/yomkippurpoems.html .

This week’s theme: Rosh Hashanah

September 18: Righteousness Ought Not Be for One’s Self

Thank You for Being Our Heroes and Friends

September 17, 2017

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is terrorism in memory of the attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon on September 11, 2001.

Today’s poem is a thank-you poem from a child to the soldiers and first responders who protect us from terrorism.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Thank you for being our heroes and friends,

Having the courage to make us secure.

A child needs someone attentive and strong

Nearby to be certain that nothing is wrong.

Kids can get frightened and like to be sure.

You are the saviors, unselfish and pure,

On whom our bright vision of fortune depends,

Unstained as the innocent hope of our song.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/than21.html. For more poems about terrorism and 911, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/terrorism911poems.html .

This week’s theme: Terrorism

September 11: So Did You Die of History

September 12: Soldiers Kill, for That Is Their Profession

September 13: There Is No Armor We Can Wear

September 14: To Our Loved One Far Away

September 15: Morphed to Somalia

September 16: Torture Is the Rash of the Disease

September 17: Thank You for Being Our Heroes and Friends

Torture Is the Rash of the Disease

September 16, 2017

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is terrorism in memory of the attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon on September 11, 2001.

Today’s poem is about the illegitimacy of torture as a tool in the fight against terrorism.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Torture is the rash of the disease,

On which a diagnosis can be based.

Regarding information one might gain:

The free press must inflict the healing pain,

Uncovering the mange beneath the sleaze.

Restoring health requires each chain be traced

Even to the hearts such horrors graced.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/tortur.html. For more poems about terrorism and 911, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/terrorism911poems.html .

This week’s theme: Terrorism

September 11: So Did You Die of History

September 12: Soldiers Kill, for That Is Their Profession

September 13: There Is No Armor We Can Wear

September 14: To Our Loved One Far Away

September 15: Morphed to Somalia

September 16: Torture Is the Rash of the Disease

Morphed to Somalia

September 15, 2017

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is terrorism in memory of the attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon on September 11, 2001.

Today’s poem is about our fears of terrorism engulfing our country as it has Somalia, Syria, or Libya.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Morphed to Somalia

Quick as a dream,

We are unsettled

More than we seem.

Moses lies wrapped

In fast-melting ice

While mourners avenge

Mohammed and Christ.

Here in the desert

We fear for our flesh.

We wait for our pain,

Meat, more or less.

The earth is afoot

With zealots in chains,

But of what we hunger for

Little remains.

The murderers mangle,

The wounded bulls gore.

We sleep in the shadows

And wake by the shore.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/morphe.html. For more poems about terrorism and 911, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/terrorism911poems.html .

This week’s theme: Terrorism

September 11: So Did You Die of History

September 12: Soldiers Kill, for That Is Their Profession

September 13: There Is No Armor We Can Wear

September 14: To Our Loved One Far Away

September 15: Morphed to Somalia

To Our Loved One Far Away

September 14, 2017

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is terrorism in memory of the attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon on September 11, 2001.

Today’s poem is a love poem to a soldier fighting terrorism far away.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

To our loved one far away,

Whose strength and years this war devours,

Whose sacrifice is also ours,

For whose return we daily pray:

Rest assured your home awaits,

Your cheering squad, your loyal fans,

The mouseketeers who share your plans,

Your dreams, your tears, your gifts, your fate.

We are the circle of your love,

The wagons 'round your willing heart

That keep despair and faith apart

And move in spirit where you move.

There is no limit to our pride

In who you are and what you do.

All our fortunes rest with you

Across a desert bleak and wide.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/toourl.html. For more poems about terrorism and 911, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/terrorism911poems.html .

This week’s theme: Terrorism

September 11: So Did You Die of History

September 12: Soldiers Kill, for That Is Their Profession

September 13: There Is No Armor We Can Wear

September 14: To Our Loved One Far Away

There Is No Armor We Can Wear

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is terrorism in memory of the attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon on September 11, 2001.

Today’s poem is about the impossibility of stopping every terrorist bent on destruction.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

There is no armor we can wear,

No wall or fortress we can build,

No force of arms, no shield of fear

To equal what the heart has willed.

No wall or fortress we can build

Can stop a soul on vengeance bent,

Can equal what the heart has willed,

A purpose pure, of dark intent.

Can stop a soul on vengeance bent,

Death for death and pain for pain,

A purpose pure, of dark intent

To kill for grace and not for gain.

Death for death and pain for pain:

The lust to purge oneself of grief,

To kill for grace and not for gain

That anguish might find some relief.

The lust to purge oneself of grief

Must yield in turn an answering lust.

That anguish might find some relief,

We'd turn an Eden into dust.

Must yield in turn an answering lust,

Hate to hate set groove on groove.

We'd turn an Eden into dust

To defeat the love that terror moves.

Hate to hate set groove on groove,

No force of arms, no shield of fear:

To defeat the love that terror moves

There is no armor we can wear.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/ther19.html. For more poems about terrorism and 911, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/terrorism911poems.html .

This week’s theme: Terrorism

September 11: So Did You Die of History

September 12: Soldiers Kill, for That Is Their Profession

September 13: There Is No Armor We Can Wear

Soldiers Kill, for That Is Their Profession

September 12, 2017

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is terrorism in memory of the attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon on September 11, 2001.

Today’s poem is for the soldiers who must fight terrorism.

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

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Soldiers kill, for that is their profession,

Or die, for those are soldiers that they face.

Let us honor, then, the unmarked grace

Death bestows on those in its possession.

If the cause is just, soldiers will

Embody what the nation holds most dear,

Rendering our peril in their fear,

Serving our survival when they kill.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/soldie.html. For more poems about terrorism and 911, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/terrorism911poems.html .

This week’s theme: Terrorism

September 11: So Did You Die of History

September 12: Soldiers Kill, for That Is Their Profession