Poet  
  

 
 
Gordon Kane Poetry

 

Our Home

Your welcome is warm

for you are still here

this is good

We are as we are

you being as you are

this is good

Taking visitors with a grain of salt

we request you leave your aggressions at the gate

Leave your lies untold

impress us with your modesty

Share not in riches of coin

but in wealth of warmth and values

Lives are as we live, we want it so

life is as you live, we respect that

We wish not to impose our lives upon yours

we wish not for you to impose your life upon us

For to respect each others cultures

this is to stay

welcome within each others homes.

 

Us

I meet you, meet me, meet you

hello your character person I feel

Leaving in your memories cultures of two

Let us not judge, but learn from each

is this not wise in a real a win

How can we learn more to

if we are busy within bitter

The brief shortness of life

teaches me you are, so you to me

For to lose you is to us, a loss

 

Now

The most important time is the present

with consideration to the future

and recollection upon the past.

Time of essence is that

of between each second

is that period have a

time sequence of nothingness.

 

Our Nation

The youth of a nation

see through their ears

A national pride is our youth

A national treasure is our youth

A national security is our youths cares

The youthful pride in our nation

can be the national strength

tendering for our national safety

would be cultivating your youths years.

 

From Guns to Roses  (20.11.1989)

For those that heard the call

that need to follow the cause

From frosted stags on valley floors

to sunlight hinds wanting no more

As they said "you know the rules"

anywhere within the left eye

want more?

Feel the flights that did fall

to skylines of velvet growing tall

Orders of "take no prisoners"

to "bring them back alive"

Sir, don't jump with knife

you cant hurt me, where's my wife?

Of sinews of leather

to comrade that did die

Did you know of living in the sky

to bring home your feathers

was my deer for you

that price which was for you

never too high?

 

Isako Pointer

The sadness of self shame

hiding within, behind the

reality of non unequal ness

 

The Book of Gordon

Sound judgment is quite often

impaired by personal preference

If you get lost come straight home

Bitterness sours your soul

sickens and stops hearts

Hatred is a corruption,

the spread of hate

never stops without kindness

Revenge is a lost death

Bury your hate in fairness

drown your bitterness in goodness

direct your revenge to nowhere

The wealth of love tis not

that poor state of hate

A journey in life with hate

brings surprises of anger

that destroy that journeyer