Weekly Poems from Poems for Free: A Number Poem for Forty-Eight and More
Posted: Wednesday, January 20, 2010
by Nicholas Gordon
http://www.poemsforfree.com
FORTY-EIGHT
Forty-eight reserves the right to ramble,
Open to what gifts might come her way,
Remembering that every day's a gamble,
That absolutely nothing's here to stay,
Yearning for far more than she can say.
Even love eternal cannot last.
In time it passes on, like hours, like years,
Granting grace in golden goblets cast,
Hammered in a heat that blinds and sears,
That breaks the heart with happiness and tears.
Each day your smile becomes my morning star.
I look at you and then my feelings shine.
From you I learn far more than words or numbers:
You're the book that someday will be mine.
You're the one whose love my love of learning
Will one day trace in its ancestral line.
For all the ways you help me grow towards beauty,
I ask you please to be my Valentine.
I LOVE YOU & ETC.
I love you & etc.
As I have never loved.
You are the one, of all so far,
That I'm most certain of.
I'll do anything, etc.,
To keep your cool green eyes,
And make you smile that golden smile,
And still your lonely sighs.
You're the greatest & etc.
Guy I've ever met.
Right now you are my heart and soul,
Etcetera & etcet.
YOU ARE TO ME A VERY SPECIAL SUN
You are to me a very special sun
That shines upon a world few ever see,
A world I'm shy to show to everyone,
That hides its urgent truth from even me.
Without your light it is a world of darkness;
Its heaven and its hell lie fast asleep.
With you as sole and sympathetic witness,
The words come forth from out my vasty deep.
And so I cannot be myself without you;
No one is whole without some loving friend.
There is a quiet joy in me about you
That lets me say what I need not defend.
Long may we serve each other to give light
To all the loveliness that haunts the night.
LEE BEAUMONT DIED AT FIFTEEN
Lee Beaumont died at fifteen.
He played a mean guitar.
He was an excellent swimmer.
People said he would go far.
A conscientious student,
Lee would usually pull an A.
He had a lot of friends.
But now he's gone away.
I wonder what it means
To die young instead of old.
To miss the intervening years,
To lie so lovely cold.
I know to Lee himself
It's neither good nor bad,
But to those of us who loved him
It's unutterably sad.
PROVERBS FOR LEGISLATORS
1. Law is a necessary evil.
2. Pass as few laws as possible, consistent with the demands of justice and the maintenance of order.
3. Where custom is sufficient, there is no need for law.
4. Do not pass laws that cannot, or will not, be enforced, for such breed contempt for both the law and the State.
5. Penalties must be minimally sufficient to deter infractions, given adequate enforcement. Less renders the law ineffective; more inflicts unnecessary pain.
6. There is an inverse proportion between the severity necessary to deter infractions and the certainty of punishment.
7. Enshrine your principles in constitutions, codify your common sense in laws, and leave the rest to regulation.
8. Even more than on your wisdom, the legitimacy of the State depends on your integrity.
9. In public life, integrity requires not only an honest heart but an honest face.
10. Your primary object must always be not the satisfaction of your constituents but the continued legitimacy of the State, for upon that depends the welfare, even the survival, of us all.
FOR A YEAR NOW WE'VE BEEN LIVING TOGETHER
For a year now we've been living together
In something less than marriage, more than friends,
Reasonably happy with each other,
Satisfied to serve our separate ends.
There are no promises, nor should there be,
As we pursue our passions day by day,
Needing only love, which we agree
Need not be guaranteed in any way.
In such a case, there is a case for giving
Very little, just enough to keep
Each even with the common cost of living,
Relating what we sow to what we reap.
So does love die, for love loves not the measure
Allocating carefully its treasure.
Reason may with reason count the cost,
Yet love that is not generous is lost.
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Top-level comments on this article: (1 total)I love your poems about love and wish that I could believe in it.Thankyou, I look forward to your poems.
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