Philosophical Poems 2
Philosophical Poems 2
Philosophical Poems 2
POEMS
2nd Edition
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Nicholas Gordon
Copyright © 2007 by Nicholas Gordon
Published 2007
ADRIAN
So we are:
Each organ mad with lust, tingling,
The blood eager to cleanse the spleen, nerves
Hungering for connection.
BEVERLY
BULLIES LIKE TO
PULVERIZE THEIR PAIN
BY THE TULIPS
CANDICE
CHEATING IS A CRIME
AGAINST ONESELF
CYNICISM COMES
FROM SELF-DISGUST
DOROTHY
EACH MOMENT IS
A WORD OF GLASS
EVEN A MOLE-RAT
RELISHES THE SWEETNESS
EVENTUALLY, MEMORIES
SETTLE DOWN
Unknowing in my innocence
The iron laws that be,
And that the more I worked my will,
The less I would be free.
30 NICHOLAS GORDON
FELICE
FIFTY-FOUR
FOREVER IS A
METAPHOR FOR NOW
FOREVER IS THE
STRANGEST THING
GISELA
HOW BEAUTIFULLY
THE RUSHING GLASS
HUBBLE-SCOPES ALOFT
WILL SEE ANEW
I AM A LONELY WANDERER
I am a lonely wanderer
On my way towards death.
I love the clarity of air
Each time I take a breath.
LANGUAGE CANNOT BE
BUT IN THE HEART
LONGING IS THE
TRUE ETERNAL LIGHT
METAPHYSICAL PROVERBS
NUMBERS
ON THINGS OF LEAST
SIGNIFICANCE
PROVERBS OF BEAUTY
AND GOODNESS
PROVERBS OF CONSCIOUSNESS
7. There are those who cast aside all restraints and are
willingly evil. There are those who live perpetually
restrained and become self-righteous. There are those
who are aware of the evil in their hearts, words, and
acts, yet are able to love themselves and others.
PROVERBS OF HAPPINESS
10. The inner and outer worlds are mirrors. How one
shapes one's inner world through will shapes one's
perception of the outer world. Thus an unhappy
person is likely to perceive a world of lust, greed, and
lies, whereas a happy one is likely to perceive a world
of people struggling in the grip of love.
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PROVERBS OF TRUST
1. Trust is a decision.
THERE IS A GARDEN
IN MY HEART
THERE IS NO GARDEN
GUARANTEED TO BLOOM
A moment is beatitude;
A year, eternal grace;
A life, a window wide upon
The transcendental face.
THIRTY-FIVE
TO BE CONSUMED BY SOMETHING
MORE THAN BEAUTY
TO DAYDREAM IS TO
STIR THE POT OF HOPE
TODAY’S AN OCEAN
WHICH YOU SAIL FOREVER
TRUTH IS A PASSION
UNCONTROLLED BY SENSE
WHAT WE DREAM OF
TURNS TO DUST
ZACHARY