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THE TRIUMPH OF THE VICTOR
THE TRIUMPH OF THE VICTOR

The triumph of the victor means

The losses have begun.

To be well-nigh invincible

Is to be on the run.

Power is a current that

Goes swiftly out to sea.

One's will is wind on grass; one's only

Hope is to be free.

Safety lies in wisdom more than

Strength since strength must die,

While wisdom rides the waves beneath which

Sunken victors lie.

THE ROAD AHEAD IS LIKE THE ROAD BEHIND

The road ahead is like the road behind.

The dreams achieved revise the dreams to come.

Mind shapes world, and new-shaped world shapes mind,

As what you are steps back from what you've done.

The deeper you resides in its own space,

Sheltered like a yolk from wind and tide,

Filled with unimaginable grace

To wander through the paradise inside.

Ambitious girl! Become what dream you will,

And sail across each dark, forbidding sea.

Within, the fawn will graze sweet meadows still,

Untouched by all the phantoms you will be.

PERHAPS AN ANGEL TOLD YOU ONCE OF LOVE

Perhaps an angel told you once of love,

A spirit pure, not knowing fear or shame.

Until that whispered word, perhaps, you came

Less willing to the winds that some hearts move,

After which you had for them a name.

I AM THE MIRROR OF OUR LOVE

I am the mirror of our love,

And you its brazen fire.

To me our love is merely joy;

To you it is your breath.

I am the marker that must move;

You, the fixed desire.

You are what I most enjoy;

I am life or death.

And now you must be put to sleep,

And I remain awake

With years of love ahead of me,

And many pets to go.

But I'm the one who can't help weep

While you, just for my sake,

Come rest your chin upon my knee

And beg to share my woe.

SO LET THEM BE, WHO HAVE HAD SEX WITH CHILDREN

So let them be, who have had sex with children!

And turn Your rage on those who turned their eyes,

Intending to defend Your church with lies!

Nor were they ever fit for Your dominion!

These hypocrites are far worse than the poor

Polluted souls they moved from place to place,

Avid to avoid undue disgrace,

Trafficking in silence to be sure.

Remember them when You return! For they,

Instead of proper penance, yet remain

Cardinals, bishops, princes in Your name,

Knowing well what price they ought to pay!

HARBORS HOLD OUR CRAVINGS IN THEIR ARMS

Harbors hold our cravings in their arms

After days out on the open sea.

Passions, sheltered, unrestrain their charms,

Perhaps because at anchor we are free.

Years, like mist, reveal familiar beauties,

The freshness of the newly unforeseen,

Hidden in the diligence of duties

In obeisance to what has been.

Remember, then, the grace that comes with being

The harbor each to hold the other's heart,

Yearning for precisely what you're seeing,

Needing what you cannot have apart.

In celebration of your years together,

Neither circumstantial nor forever,

Take this day to tally up your trove,

Harboring your lust within your love.

THANK YOU FOR YOUR GOOD AND GENTLE CARE

Thank you for your good and gentle care,

Having made your classroom bright with song,

Apparent in my child's frequent smiles,

Nestled in his thoughts of right and wrong.

Kids, like teachers, know when love is there.

You are the connoisseur of many styles,

Opening through days difficult and long

Understandings supple, sweet, and fair.

Weekly Poems from Poems for Free: A Political Poem About Power and More

By: Nicholas Gordon

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