Forty-Three Has Been Well Served by Fortune

June 7, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is fate, fortune, and free will.

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

A philosophical number poem about both the difficulty and necessity of choosing one’s fortune:

Forty-three has been well served by fortune.

Often, though, the trick is just to know it.

Reasons may abound to feel abused.

To feel blessed is like listening to music,

Yearning to hear the song that one is hearing.

There is in all lives much that is endearing.

How could one not turn to it and choose it?

Remember that sweet choice when life's confused,

Embracing what one has and quick to show it,

Each love one touches with a generous passion.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Fate, Fortune, and Free Will

6/3: Fortune Comes Embellished with Small Print

6/4: Fortune Is a Patchwork

6/5: Choice Is Just a Ripple

6/6: Freedom Doesn’t Come from Being Free

6/7: Forty-Three Has Been Well Served by Fortune

Freedom Doesn't Come from Being Free

June 6, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is fate, fortune, and free will.

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

A philosophical number poem about how one might choose freely:

Freedom doesn’t come from being free.

One’s choices are not wholly of one’s will.

Reason cannot choose dispassionately,

There being too much sun for it to chill.

Yet one must choose at length, for good or ill.

So what might make one free in such a state?

Enduring choices fostered over time,

Vested in an accidental fate

Embedded in a well-conceived design,

Not free until a servant of some kind.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Fate, Fortune, and Free Will

6/3: Fortune Comes Embellished with Small Print

6/4: Fortune Is a Patchwork

6/5: Choice Is Just a Ripple

6/6: Freedom Doesn’t Come from Being Free

Choice Is Just a Ripple

June 5, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is fate, fortune, and free will.

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

A philosophical poem about the illusion of choice:

Choice is just a ripple in

The river of one's fate,

A moment when one's consciousness

Stamps motion with a date.

A trillion causes join to form

One tremor in one's flow.

A trillion trillion trillion tell

One's will which way to go.

And yet one chooses, for one has

No choice but to be free,

And choose each bend of the widening stream

That takes one to the sea.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Fate, Fortune, and Free Will

6/3: Fortune Comes Embellished with Small Print

6/4: Fortune Is a Patchwork

6/5: Choice Is Just a Ripple

Fortune Is a Patchwork

June 4, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is fate, fortune, and free will.

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

A philosophical number poem about the interplay between fortune and choice:

Fortune is a patchwork. What it gives

Is always linked to what it gives away.

For one makes choices one cannot rescind

That shape the miracles of every day.

Yet chance, too, has its uninvited say.

One sets one’s sails according to the wind,

Never less than hopeful as one lives

Each moment with the choice one leaves behind.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Fate, Fortune, and Free Will

6/3: Fortune Comes Embellished with Small Print

6/4: Fortune Is a Patchwork

Fortune Comes Embellished with Small Print

June 3, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is fate, fortune, and free will.

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

A philosophical number poem about the acceptance of fortune:

Fortune comes embellished with small print.

Of course you get the product that you chose,

Reasonably like the one you saw,

Though, perhaps, distorted by the pose.

Yet of its codicils there is no hint.

Take it all! Take it! For who knows

What might have been? Afoot on any shore,

One who loves the sea can be content.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Fate, Fortune, and Free Will

6/3: Fortune Comes Embellished with Small Print

My Love for You Is Simple, Deep, and Strong

June 2, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

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

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

A love poem about expressing love without words, yet with words as well:

My love for you is simple, deep, and strong.

I feel it flowing towards you from my heart,

A tide of unsophisticated song,

Sung with much desire and little art.

I cannot tell my love, but it will show

In ways that even I cannot foresee;

A love as full as mine must overflow

Into everything that makes me, me.

Just as the sun must shine to be the sun

And trees burst forth in blossom every year,

So I must love in ways that everyone

Can see or sense or reason out or hear.

Still, I'll tell you of my love in this:

For fear, despite all, you might my love miss.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Romantic Love

5/27: Your Heart Is Just as Lovely as Your Face

5/28: Lose Yourself in Lust, My Love

5/29: The Chance of Happiness Equals the Risk of Pain

5/30: Tell Me More, My Love, How Much You Love Me

5/31: Thank You for Staying in My Life

6/1: My Husband Cheats. I Look the Other Way

6/2: My Love for You Is Simple, Deep, and Strong

My Husband Cheats. I Look the Other Way

June 1, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

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

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

A love poem reluctantly turning down a true but mutually illicit love:

My husband cheats. I look the other way.

For the children, of course. I myself am worthless,

Stupid. Humiliation suits me. Each day

I steel myself for words each day more vicious.

But you are like a rainbow in my sky.

I look at you and know life can be good.

You call me gorgeous, I don't wonder why.

And happiness shines through me, as it should.

You, too, bear a cross: Your friend has cancer,

And you will not desert her. I agree.

Our love must be a question, not an answer,

A distant light on hills we cannot see.

Perhaps we are both fools to sacrifice,

Yet in such love is where true beauty lies.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Romantic Love

5/27: Your Heart Is Just as Lovely as Your Face

5/28: Lose Yourself in Lust, My Love

5/29: The Chance of Happiness Equals the Risk of Pain

5/30: Tell Me More, My Love, How Much You Love Me

5/31: Thank You for Staying in My Life

6/1: My Husband Cheats. I Look the Other Way