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Peter M. Gordon

I Want to Be Married at Home Plate – A Poem by Peter M. Gordon

 I Want to Be Married at Home Plate

My bride in a frilly white dress spilling
over the white rectangle marking
the left hand batter’s box

She twists her spikes into sugary dirt
digging in at the back of the box peering
over her shoulder and through the veil at

Lefty, the minister, toeing the pitcher’s rubber
Day so dazzling we wear long brim caps
Bride slowly swings her bat back and forth

I race in from third in my morning coat
Execute a perfect hook slide around the catcher
shower brown clay all over her dress

She pulls me to stand by her side
We brush each other off, grab bats
take our stances, stare down Lefty

Who lobs in a softball: “do you
promise to cleave to one another,
forsaking all others?”

We knock it out of the park.
Start life together dirty
sliding home just under the tag.

 

This poem also appears in Peter M. Gordon’s, Let’s Play Two: Poems about Baseball available  at Amazon.

 

About the Poet:
Peter M. Gordon’s poems have appeared in magazines, anthologies and websites, including Slipstream, Journal of Florida Literature, 34th Parallel, Cultural Weekly, and the Sandhill Review. He recently released a chapbook, “Let’s Play Two: Poems about Baseball.” His first collection, Two Car Garage, was published by CHB Media. Peter’s a freelance journalist and sportswriter whose work appeared in over one dozen books and publications ranging from The New York Daily News to the West Orange Times-Observer. Peter lives in Orlando, Florida and teaches in Full Sail University’s Film Production MFA program. Let’s Play Two can be purchased at Amazon.

 

Poetry Breakfast accepts submissions of poetry and poetry related creative non-fiction year-round.  See our Submission Guidelines page for details on submitting your work.

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Good Bottle – A Poem by Peter M. Gordon

Good Bottle

It’s a good bottle of wine
Dry, with a hint of plum
infused aroma of dark Napa soil

I am drinking this housewarming gift
in my freshly painted kitchen
in the middle of the night

Lifting the glass
to the lamplight. Warm red
liquid rolls over my tongue

Swirling the dregs
while stars gleam
through the bay window

The wine is the night
flowing through my throat
to my farthest fingertips

A thrush sings
from the sycamore
in the backyard

sun’s glow below
horizon burnishes
eastern clouds

I drain the last drops
place the bottle in
a blue recycling tub

rinse the glass
where did
the night go

It was
a good bottle
of wine

 

 

 

About the Poet:
Peter M. Gordon’s poems have appeared in magazines, anthologies and websites, including Slipstream, Journal of Florida Literature, 34th Parallel, Cultural Weekly, and the Sandhill Review. He recently released a chapbook, “Let’s Play Two: Poems about Baseball.” His first collection, Two Car Garage, was published by CHB Media. Peter’s a freelance journalist and sportswriter whose work appeared in over one dozen books and publications ranging from The New York Daily News to the West Orange Times-Observer. Peter lives in Orlando, Florida and teaches in Full Sail University’s Film Production MFA program. Let’s Play Two can be purchased at Amazon.

 

Poetry Breakfast accepts submissions of poetry and poetry related creative non-fiction year-round.  See our Submission Guidelines page for details on submitting your work.

Start your morning with a nourishing poem.  Follow us on  Twitter, Facebook, and  Tumblr,  and enjoy a new poem every morning straight to your feed.

Reading Seamus Heaney While Watching Baseball – A Poem by Peter M. Gordon

Reading Seamus Heaney While Watching Baseball

Funeral in Derry shouldering my father’s casket. Fastball on the outside corner catches the cleanup hitter looking.
Grandfather cuts sod, downing a pint of milk amidst green, rolling fields. Batter tops ball toward third and sprints down one side of the sharp green diamond.
Head swiveling down to book, up to screen.
Heaney conjures gods who live around the corner. I dig fingers in deep peat, smell the sod while today’s gods dance in the outfield in pinstripes.
Thor’s hammer swoops through grey clouds.
Vikings anchor in Galway Bay. White ball flies through blue skies tracked by the outfielder who gloves it at the wall.
My sofa’s a ship flying over the Atlantic back to ancestral sod and peat-roofed huts.
I play catch with leprechauns.
Keep one ear turned to play-by-play.
“Reading Seamus Heaney While Watching Baseball” can be found in Peter M. Gordon’s newest collection of poems Let’s Play Two: Poems About Baseball.

 

About the Poet:
Peter M. Gordon’s poems have appeared in magazines, anthologies and websites, including Slipstream, Journal of Florida Literature, 34th Parallel, Cultural Weekly, and the Sandhill Review. He recently released a chapbook, “Let’s Play Two: Poems about Baseball.” His first collection, Two Car Garage, was published by CHB Media. Peter’s a freelance journalist and sportswriter whose work appeared in over one dozen books and publications ranging from The New York Daily News to the West Orange Times-Observer. Peter lives in Orlando, Florida and teaches in Full Sail University’s Film Production MFA program. Let’s Play Two can be purchased at Amazon.

 

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Poetry Breakfast accepts submissions of poetry and poetry related creative non-fiction year-round.  See our Submission Guidelines page for details on submitting your work.

Start your morning with a nourishing poem.  Follow us on  Twitter, Facebook, and  Tumblr,  and enjoy a new poem every morning straight to your feed.

Rays Fans – A Poem by Peter M. Gordon

Rays Fans

Every April we fall in love
with twenty-five men

knowing they will break
our hearts.

We whisper their true names
in late night stat sessions.

Carry talismans embossed
with team symbols.

Each win fine wine.

Only we fans, tempered
by years of losses,

low payrolls, miracle pennants,
fully understand

These men we watch
and worship.

These possessors
of our dreams.

 

“Rays Fans” can be found in Peter M. Gordon’s newest collection of poems Let’s Play Two: Poems About Baseball.

 

About the Poet:
Peter M. Gordon’s poems have appeared in magazines, anthologies and websites, including Slipstream, Journal of Florida Literature, 34th Parallel, Cultural Weekly, and the Sandhill Review. He recently released a chapbook, “Let’s Play Two: Poems about Baseball.” His first collection, Two Car Garage, was published by CHB Media. Peter’s a freelance journalist and sportswriter whose work appeared in over one dozen books and publications ranging from The New York Daily News to the West Orange Times-Observer. Peter lives in Orlando, Florida and teaches in Full Sail University’s Film Production MFA program. Let’s Play Two can be purchased at Amazon.

 

Photo by Kelsey Ann Vere.

 

Poetry Breakfast accepts submissions of poetry and poetry related creative non-fiction year-round.  See our Submission Guidelines page for details on submitting your work.

Start your morning with a nourishing poem.  Follow us on  Twitter, Facebook, and  Tumblr,  and enjoy a new poem every morning straight to your feed.

 

Thanksgiving – A Poem by Peter M. Gordon

Thanksgiving

Even when we only worked part-time jobs
fixed the thermostat at zero
dried our wash on a line out the window

we still saved spare change for a turkey
scrounged potatoes and onion from Key Food
poured two buck chuck in jelly glasses

grasped each other
every night
under threadbare blankets and

tended fierce belief
like a hot fire
lighting our path
toward a radiant future.
About the Poet:

Peter M. Gordon’s poems have appeared in several magazines, books and websites, including Slipstream, the Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings Journal of Florida Literature, 34th Parallel, Cultural Weekly, the Provo Canyon Review, and of course, Poetry Breakfast.  He’s a founder and past President of Orlando Area Poets, the largest chapter of the Florida State Poetry Association. Peter taught poetry workshops at the Florida Writer’s Association Conference and to several other groups in Central Florida. His poetry collection, Two Car Garage, is available from all online book sellers. Peter lives in Orlando, Florida and teaches in Full Sail University’s Film Production MFA program after spending 35 years in the entertainment industry, developing, producing, and curating content.

 

 

Poetry Breakfast accepts submissions of poetry and poetry related creative non-fiction year-round.  See our Submission Guidelines page for details on submitting your work.

Photo by Olichel Adamovich.

Mom – A Poem by Peter M. Gordon

Mom

She lies
wrecked
on memory’s
rocks and shoals

Life leaks
from every
storm torn
hole in her hull

Brain sinks
to muddy
bottom

Broken hip
anchors
her to bed

Brackish water
clings to her
hospital gown

Nothing left
for salvage

Captain,
Please pilot

her back
to the harbor

 

 

About the Poet:

Peter M. Gordon’s poems have appeared in several magazines, books and websites, including Slipstream, the Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings Journal of Florida Literature, 34th Parallel, Cultural Weekly, the Provo Canyon Review, and of course, Poetry Breakfast.  He’s a founder and past President of Orlando Area Poets, the largest chapter of the Florida State Poetry Association. Peter taught poetry workshops at the Florida Writer’s Association Conference and to several other groups in Central Florida. His poetry collection, Two Car Garage, is available from all online book sellers. Peter lives in Orlando, Florida and teaches in Full Sail University’s Film Production MFA program after spending 35 years in the entertainment industry, developing, producing, and curating content.

 

 

Poetry Breakfast accepts submissions of poetry and poetry related creative non-fiction year-round.  See our Submission Guidelines page for details on submitting your work.

Photo by Slawomir Kowalewski.

 

The Regulars by Peter M. Gordon

The Regulars
by Peter M. Gordon

They pile drinking money on the bar
Seamed faces under faded caps
Beer foam flecks their lips

Buy them a round of Bud
More dead soldiers join their comrades
Smoke exhales color the air

Listen
As they
Swap stories

Frigid hill in Korea
Scraping a hole out of hard ground
With a dull bayonet

Rushing a bridge over the Rhine
Tracers whined shells exploded
Running faster as their buddies fell

Over the top at Belleau Wood
Leveled muskets at Cold Harbor
Formed ranks on the green at Lexington

Sit on the same tired stools
Where bartenders start pouring
Soon as the door pushes open

Join the regulars
Nothing will hurt you
Not on their watch

Peter M. Gordon has worked as a theatre director, writer, teacher, television programmer, and producer. He always loved reading poetry, and began writing poetry a few years ago when an essay he was writing about his oldest son came otu as a poem. He lives in Orlando, Florida, where he’s a member of the First Monday Poetry Group. Peter’s poems most recently appeared in 34th Parallel Magazine and in “Poetry to Feed the Spirit.” Peter also writes a content development blog: www.myprogramidea.blogspot.com

Jim by Peter M. Gordon

Jim
by Peter M. Gordon

After midnight at our thirty-fifth reunion I
Walked away from the disco DJ and open bar
Into a flagstone-covered side courtyard

Ten gargoyles crouched on cornices
Leered while I hummed the
Melody Jim taught me

The four brick walls and threadbare
Oak looked the same as when
Jim wrapped harmonies

Around my thin reedy notes
Giving me permission to sing

Just after our twenty-fifth reunion
Hushed words flew between classmates

I e-mailed him to say I’d pray
He died anyway
Without a word or song from me

I lifted my voice one last time
From the depths of this stone well

Jim strolled out from his old entryway
Harmony bounced off stone sconces

We sang oldies until dawn painted
The sky rose and vermillion

Jim went ahead back inside
Like he always did
Waited for me to follow

 

Peter M. Gordon has worked as a theatre director, writer, teacher, television programmer, and producer. He always loved reading poetry, and began writing poetry a few years ago when an essay he was writing about his oldest son came otu as a poem. He lives in Orlando, Florida, where he’s a member of the First Monday Poetry Group. Peter’s poems most recently appeared in 34th Parallel Magazine and in “Poetry to Feed the Spirit.” Peter also writes a content development blog: http://www.myprogramidea.blogspot.com

Problem Set by Peter M. Gordon

Problem Set
by Peter M. Gordon

How does 165 pounds of carbon-based matter
Become aware of itself?
Compose opera, play baseball
Love, worship, fear and hate?
Search through ancient parchment fragments
Mounds of philosophy texts
Digital servers in the cloud
Crowded with wise podcasts
Sweep them with a cosmic broom
Into the Universal dustpan
Next to pinheads covered with
Countless dancing angels
Pile them in a celestial bonfire
Kindled with old doctoral theses
Watch the blazing conflagration
Disintegrate potential solutions
Exposing, finally
That naked, hairy
Last Question.

Peter M. Gordon has worked as a theatre director, writer, teacher, television programmer, and producer. He always loved reading poetry, and began writing poetry a few years ago when an essay he was writing about his oldest son came otu as a poem. He lives in Orlando, Florida, where he’s a member of the First Monday Poetry Group. Peter’s poems most recently appeared in 34th Parallel Magazine and in “Poetry to Feed the Spirit.” Peter also writes a content development blog: http://www.myprogramidea.blogspot.com

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