Wednesday, March 13, 2019

St. Patrick Rid the Emerald Isle of Snakes

March 14, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is St. Patrick’s Day.

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

A St. Patrick’s Day poem about both inner and outer saints and inner and outer snakes:

St. Patrick rid the emerald isle of snakes,
Though only those that crawl upon the ground.
Perhaps not even he had what it takes,
Although a puissant saint, and well renowned,
To cast out those whose children still abound.
Remaining in our hearts, as when of old
In Eden green they tempted us to sin,
Cold and lean they grow more passing bold,
Knowing we've cast out the saint within.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: St. Patrick’s Day
3/14: St. Patrick Rid the Emerald Isle of Snakes

Sinners All, We Ask for Your Forgiveness

March 13, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is St. Patrick’s Day.

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

A St. Patrick’s Day poem about the ubiquity of God’s love:

Sinners all, we ask for Your forgiveness
As we await the hour of Your return.
If only grace were something one could earn!
Nor can we hope to imitate Your goodness.
The saints know well the hopelessness of being
Put upon the pedestal of faith
As though we had already gained Your grace.
The heart is naked to Your restless seeking.
Regard us all, then, equally with love:
In saints and vicious pederasts find lovers,
Cherishing not one above the others,
Knowing none has anything to prove.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: St. Patrick’s Day
3/13: Sinners All, We Ask for Your Forgiveness

Monday, March 11, 2019

Sing Me a Love Song for My Irish Boy

March 12, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is St. Patrick’s Day.

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

A St. Patrick’s Day love poem:

Sing me a love song for my Irish boy;
Take from me my heart, my head, my home;
Pass to him my body, life, and joy;
Add to his my fields of fertile loam.
To him I am and will be earth and heaven,
Resting in the sanctum of his fire;
In me he'll find all his gods have given,
Creating dynasties of his desire.
Know, my love, that I will come to you
'Ere this sun has set on Patrick's Day;
So you must find the courage to be true,
Daring to give other dreams away.
After this leap, all loneliness is past:
Years may come and go, but love will last.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: St. Patrick’s Day
3/12: Sing Me a Love Song for My Irish Boy

Sunday, March 10, 2019

Sing in Celebration of Your Race

March 11, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is St. Patrick’s Day.

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

A St. Patrick’s Day poem about the effect of ethnicity on one’s personality:

Sing in celebration of your race,
The anonymous composer of your song,
Passionate provider of your grace,
A host to which you cannot help belong.
Take a day to sing of who you are,
Rejoicing in the choice of what must be,
In gratitude for what, beyond the bar,
Chooses in dark joy one's history.
Know the lineaments of ancient lore
'Ere you feel and act, and know not why.
Stories long forgotten lie in store,
Destined for revision by and by.
All you are and do is not by chance,
Yet you may face your partners as you dance.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: St. Patrick’s Day
3/11: Sing in Celebration of Your Race

How Can I Have a Fight with My Best Friend

March 10, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

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

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

A poem about fearing love after fights:

How can I have a fight with my best friend?
The mountain blows, the landscape is destroyed.
A desert where there once were fields and gardens.
Black lava where flowers once brought joy.

And then shoots of grass come through the blackness;
Slowly love asserts itself again.
He calls, I cry, we go through days of whispers,
And fields once more grow lush in sun and rain.

Ah! but now I'm fearful of the mountain:
I walk by trembling, set for it to blow.
Life's beautiful, but also very painful;
I have the strength to love, now that I know.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Fear of Love
3/10: How Can I Have a Fight with My Best Friend

Saturday, March 9, 2019

When Love Is an Affliction

March 9, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

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

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

A poem about the fear of breaking up a painful love:

When love is an affliction,
There's not much one can do.
Despite the way you've treated me,
I'm still in love with you.

I am the wave and you the rock
Against which I must break:
Again, again the crushing jolt,
The pain I can't forsake;

Again, again the long retreat
To safety, far from shore,
And then again, I don't know why,
The long trip back for more.

Perhaps it is nostalgia for
A long uncertain glow,
Or just some hope so beautiful
I cannot let it go.

Perhaps it is the need to try
For those who must depend
On who we are and what we do,
For whom this should not end.

What evil makes you hurt me so,
What defect of the heart?
What sense there is no greater whole
Of which you are a part?

What lonely choice that only you
Be served by what you choose?
What hard, hard fear of losing what
It is a gift to lose?

I dream sometimes my waiting love
Has made you turn again.
But you care only for yourself,
And I must love in vain.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Fear of Love
3/9: When Love Is an Affliction

Friday, March 8, 2019

You Wrote Your Name upon Her Thigh

March 8, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

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

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

A poem about a healthy fear of love that is not mutual:

You wrote your name upon her thigh
And looked at me. I wondered why
You hurt me so. What demon drew
You on to be so not like you?

Sometimes it seems you want to cause
Me grief, as if to test the loss
Of me, to see how much sweet pain
You need to feel alive again.

I love you, yet I fear a love
In which my function is to prove
Repeatedly you cannot lose
The thing you want but cannot choose.

I stay in hopes that you will see
Someday you cannot hope to be
Both fully loved and fully free,
For love comes only mutually.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Fear of Love
3/8: You Wrote Your Name upon Her Thigh