Daniel Isaac Gordon
Biography of Daniel Isaac Gordon
I started writing poetry in '95 shorty before being diagnosed with a brain tumor. I have been writing ever since.
Daniel Isaac Gordon's Works:
unfortunately, none : -(
Daniel Isaac Gordon Poems
The years go by with life and death, The pattern never broken, No attempt to detour fate, No words of promise spoken.
Achoo! ! !
What things we take for granted We see them every day; From smiles on happy faces To children hard at play.
Memories Of Tomorrow
All the things we do today Will soon be things done yesterday As all the burdens we now borrow Will be but grains of sand tomorrow.
Hearts pounding, Trumpets sounding, To begin the competition. Every man,
I Want You To Know
I want you to know that your face makes me smile I want you to know I'm in awe of your style I want you to know without falsehood or guile My life is worthwhile because of you.
We are ordinary people, With extraordinary lives, And are all somehow connected, One unto another.
Does this ink to you seem red? , Does this poem seem stained? , For these are the verses on which I bled, When my love was taken away.
I have grown weary of today I yearn for the new morrow To arrive on sunlit wings With its fortunes near in tow
These days I dwell in grief and pain My every word breeds more disdain With every thought my soul does strain Will I ever smile again?
How oft are the plans of both men and of mice 'neath the footsteps of Providence trodden, Some alternative outcome now made to suffice For a longing subdued, not forgotten.
Just as the ancient winds do blow the needles on the swaying pine The rhythm makes us flow The rhythm is divine.
Why do ye rush to Heaven, Thy God on high to greet? Why doth ye fly on skyward, Winged sandals on thy feet?
My life is a thrill Yet I find myself, still Desiring that you were near me, So far from your kiss
Here And Now
Love those you love whole-heartedly, Yes, love them unconditionally, Love them in the here and now, Tomorrow is not guaranteed.
Dig your grave out with a spoon
And pray the Reaper don't come soon
But when he comes. your days to ruin
Go give him your best shot.
I hope you get him in the face
And put that spoon right in its place
But when it's time to plead your case
Go show them what you got.