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Desperate And In Despair

Desperate and in despair
As my world around me begins to fall,
Will I find an answer there,
If I pray for it to befall?

My future stands within HIS grasp,
My accommodation will determined be,
On Tuesday next within a Court,
Through no fault of mine, it'll come to pass.

My flat tenancy vested was,
With Partners in a Legal Firm,
For whom I did the books,
Till their closure came to pass.

The Landlord seeks possession now,
The outcome will turn out how?
I know not what will come to pass,
But hope in my favour the Judgement will be.

Desperate and in despair,
I wait the outcome hopefully,
In trepidation I do wait,
To see how the Judge will seal my fate.

poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
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My Outgoing Ansaphone Message In Verse

This Quick-Witted Poet cannot take the phone,
He is writing another poem, all on his own,
So, please leave your name,
And, a short message too,
And when he has finished,
He will call you.

Please don't be offended,
Do not be displeased,
But please, leave your number for him,
To return your call with ease.

poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
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Therapy

Poetry is a Therapy,
It makes me use my Brain,
During periods of inactivity,
I’d otherwise go insane.

When lack of work overwhelms me,
And I have nought to do,
Rhymes, scans, lines and verses,
Overcome Depression too.

Wisely I use this Therapy,
Constantly I think and write,
Hourly I write in verses,
Whilst I do so, I’ll be alright.

Depression is now a “No-no”
Before it was often there,
The future has all to live for,
As G-D has me constantly in HIS care.

poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
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Poetry! ! Poetry! ! Poetry! !

Poetry! ! Poetry! ! Poetry! !
Why are we addicted to Poetry?
We Poets who write,
All day or all night,
That Poetry! ! Poetry! ! Poetry! !

There’s scarce a moment in time,
That thoughts don’t find words in rhyme,
To put into verse,
Whether better or worse,
In that Poetry! ! Poetry! ! Poetry! !

Why do we write all these Verses?
We must have better things to do,
But whatever we try,
And I don’t know why,
We write Poem upon Poem for you.

It’s funny how my style has changed,
It’s a Limerick today I’ve composed,
It wasn’t meant to be,
But it is ~ you can see,
Just Poetry! ! Poetry! ! Poetry! !

poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
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My Down Day

When Life dost seem to pass me by,
I look through my window, I look at the sky,
When my body aches and does not work,
There are jobs I must do which I canna shirk.
My pensive mind begins to think,
To take me from depression, from this brink.
For if on paper my thoughts I cast,
I know this depression will not last,
For Life's journey is full of DOWNS and UPS
And to live it fully, for ME is a MUST.

poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
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Chant For Dark Hours

Some men, some men
Cannot pass a
Book shop.
(Lady, make your mind up, and wait your life away.)

Some men, some men
Cannot pass a
Crap game.
(He said he'd come at moonrise, and here's another day!)

Some men, some men
Cannot pass a
Bar-room.
(Wait about, and hang about, and that's the way it goes.)

Some men, some men
Cannot pass a
Woman.
(Heaven never send me another one of those!)

Some men, some men
Cannot pass a
Golf course.
(Read a book, and sew a seam, and slumber if you can.)

Some men, some men
Cannot pass a
Haberdasher's.
(All your life you wait around for some damn man!)

poem by Dorothy Parker
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But Don't Despair

Despair, if you must –
But how's it going to pull you through?
Despair, when you trust
Naught since then there's naught to do.
Despair, should you thrust
Aside your pride, your self-esteem.
And so despair, if it's dust,
The only substance that you deem.
Despair, when a gust
Of slightly breeze can break your stance.
And do despair, when lust
Is your interpretation of romance.

But don't despair, if you can care
About the plight of any other being.
And you can focus on the help,
Support, and altruistic further actions
For the seeing. Be believing,
As despair will start receding
All around – simply since you found
A way to steer you clear
From this: the very cause of your despair!

So give to others; give them all a helping lift:
Despair, you'll find will disappear –
And that has got to be a well-deserved
And saintly gift!

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Lest We Forget The Holocaust

Yad Vashem and Beth Shalom
Are there to educate everyone
About How Six Million Jews were killed
And these Memories in all must be instilled,
Lest we forget and again allow,
Other Holocausts to take a bow.

The Happenings in Nazi Lands,
And others in more recent times,
Of Mass Murders by tyrants great,
Must never give others a similar fate.

The Holocaust Education Trust,
By us, all to be funded is a must,
So we can educate the World,
As this History must be told,
To Young and Old, in the future and now,
And they must all be told how
People allowed these events to occur,
By Tyrants who with others did concur.

poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
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What else can I?

A youthful girl is on her way.
She crosses my way every day.
Her way takes her to a boy
She is in love with, people say.
Why should I stand and wait
For her to pass my way every day?
My thatched roof slackens above;
My concrete floor cracking under,
With doors loosened and windows rusting,
Why should I stand and wait
For her to pass my way every day?
I want to see her pass my way
So that I can see her spirited gay.
What else can I look for at this stage?
20.03.2005

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Today Is The Start Of A New Week

Today is the start of a new week,
Will I find the answers I do seek?
Will the ill-luck of the past finally go?
Will the future brighten ~ even if slow?

Three years of good fortune have now passed,
I’d hoped it would forever last,
But that’s not the way HE has for us,
HE must test our Faith, ~ in HIM ~ our Trust.

When we lie at the bottom, in despair,
Will we learn to overcome and repair,
Look up to the Future, forget the Past,
Take hold of our Lives, Let the Die be cast?

Through the Black Clouds we must go,
Daily, Weekly, not fast, but slow,
Seeking for Comfort, have Faith in HIM,
That we’ll not drown, but forward will swim.

There’s blue on the Horizon to be found,
Let’s open the curtain of our despair,
Slowly we work to rebuild our Lives,
Knowing HE’s with us, and HE does care.

poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
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Why Do I Write Poetry?

Why do I write Poetry?
The answer is not plain to see,
As a Legal Cashier I earn my Living,
For me and my family.

Why do I write Poetry?
Thoughts come to me in rhyme and verse,
They have to be worked on continually
To make those lines seem terse.

Why do I write Poetry?
One day HE’ll answer me,
Hopefully while I’m on this Earth,
Before I reach Eternity.

Why do I write Poetry?
Why must my lines scan and rhyme?
Not only on this occasion,
But forever, and all the time.

Why do I write Poetry?
Why put them on your website?
To leave my Thoughts and Visions of Life,
To you all and posterity.

poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
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The Sword of Damocles

The Sword of Damocles doth swing,
Doth swing from me to you
It taketh my heart and love from here
And sets it in thine hand
Wilt thee grasp it tight and hold it dear
And make a troth with me
To be my friend and more besides
And forever hold me near?
Please answer me this request
And send a picture do,
And in return I'll tell you how
It'll be for me and you.

poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
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Her B.A. (Hons) In Graphic Design

Words escape my fuddled brain.
Tired I am tonight,
For it has been an exhausting day,
And I’m glad it turned out alright.

For today was my Daughter’s Graduation Day,
From Lord Rix she got her Degree,
A B.A. (Hons) in Graphic Design,
Has brought pride to her family.

Lisa was dressed in Cap and Gown,
For her turn she did wait long,
To shake Lord Rix by the hand,
And be seated amongst the throng.

The University of East London did she attend,
At the Docklands Campus was she,
For just a year did she study there,
To convert a Degree from her H.N.D.

poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
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Into A Happy Song

When in the morn
I cast my eyes
On garage roofs so forlorn
So dismal in the skies so grey
For the sun does not shine today.
But, wait a moment, have I seen
The sun begin to move the clouds
And raise my spirits once again
To see those scenes in a different light.
The greys have gone,
And colours come
To raise my voice
Into a happy song

poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
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On The Road To Gethsemane

on the road to Gethsemane...
i pass burned out buildings,
farm lands scorched by the bombing.
i pass the skeleton bodies
of young children who starved.
i pass the unmarked graves,
of young boys sent to war.
i pass the flag of the liars,
and the tents of mourning.
i pass vacant factories,
and houses left empty.
i pass through cocaine streets,
where all flesh is for sale.
i pass the unemployed masses,
and their desperate eyes.
i pass the baby born unwanted,
and the prison's stink.
i pass empty churches,
and hollow ringing bells.
i pass families broken,
and peoples enslaved.
i pass the moral guns of prejudice,
rank with immorality!
i pass the crippled, the sick,
and those desperately alone...
these tears of blood
are human tears,
this cross we all bear!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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My Despair Comes And Goes

My Despair comes and goes
It is not the ultimate despair,
The despair of those who have forever lost hope
The despair of those who have lost what they never will regain
The despair of those for whom there is no way out
No way to begin again
No hope in any way forever

My Despair comes and goes
It is a small Despair compared to many others
When I am in it of course
I believe it like theirs Hopeless forever hopeless

But then a new day begins,
Or a friendly voice says a friendly word
Or something good and positive happens
Or the weather changes
Or some hurt goes away
Some sign comes
And slowly slowly
I am not there anymore.

My Despair comes and goes
It is not the worst Despair
Not yet-

Yesterday I was in Despair
Today I am almost already not

I pray my writing this
Will help some despairing reader feel
They too will hope again.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Have Tried Without Success

I have tried without success
All messages to write,
But words that I do express
Do not come out right.
So help me to rebuild my life
With you at my side,
And let us see
Whether we can be
Good friends and more besides.

Please reply to this missive
And make a friend today,
And let us hope that we can
Be together for another day.

poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
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Before The After Comes To Pass

Before the after comes to pass,
I wish tomorrow I could ask...
What steps I should prepare to take,
To eliminate every mistake I make.

And before the after comes to pass,
I would take and hold tightly...
With a firm grasp,
A common sense I need not defend.

As the hour approaches before the after,
Comes to pass.
Let me discover a happiness to last,
Beyond that after crosses my path.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Magic And Loss

When you pass through the fire
you pass through humble
You pass through a maze of self doubt
When you pass through humble
the lights can blind you
Some people never figure that out
You pass through arrogance you pass through hurt
You pass through an ever present past
and it's best not to wait for luck to save you
Pass through the fire to the light
As you pass through the fire
your right hand waving
there are things you have to throw out
That caustic dread inside your head
will never help you out
You have to be very strong
'cause you'll start from zero
over and over again
And as the smoke clears
there's an all consuming fire
lying straight ahead
They say no one person can do it all
but you want to in your head
But you can't be Joyce
so what is left instead
You're stuck with yourself
and a rage that can hurt you
You have to start at the beginning again
And just this moment
This wonderful fire started up again
When you pass through humble
when you pass through sickly
When you pass through
I'm better than you all
When you pass through
anger and self deprecation
and have the strength to acknowledge it all
When the past makes you laugh
and you can savor the magic
that let you survive your own war
You find that that fire is passion
and there's a door up ahead not a wall
As you pass through fire as you pass through fire
trying to remember its name
When you pass through fire licking at your lips
you cannot remain the same
And if the building' burning
move towards that door
but don't put the flames out
There's a bit of magic in everything
and then some loss to even

song performed by by Lou Reed
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Without You

If I can last through another sunrise
In the past I knew what to do
But this was such a grim surprise
If I wait for the sun to shine
How can I pass the time
Without you, without you
If I can break the spell that is in me
Any fool would no where to go
I huess Id better send a mayday
If I find me a rainbows end
How will I find it then
Without you, without you
Without you
Wait til I see you next time
Maybe Ill lose my mind
Livin without you
If I can last, wait until the wind dies
Ive been all up and down like a clown
And this is such a thin disguise
If I wait for the sun to shine
How will I pass the time
Without you, without you
Without you
Wait til I see you next time
Maybe Ill lose my mind
Livin without you
Without you, without you
Without you, without you

song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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My 'Get Up And Go' Just 'Got Up And Went

My ‘Get Up and Go’
Just ‘Got Up and Went’
It wasn’t intentional,
It must have been Heaven sent.

I wanted to go shopping since early morn,
It did not happen, it was adjourned.
I stayed in to write several poems today,
So, I’m doing my shopping, late in the day.

I’ve not much to buy,
Just, a few bits,
Of food for the Weekend,
And my Shaver Heads.

Without them I’m lost,
I’ll grow a new beard,
I’ll not look so pretty,
Some may call me weird.

I do grow beards, when I choose to do,
They’re liked by some, but hated by few.
I must end this poem, continue on my way,
Write more tomorrow, or later today.

poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
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Desperate And In Despair

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My Outgoing Ansaphone Message In Verse

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My Down Day

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Today Is The Start Of A New Week

Why Do I Write Poetry?

The Sword of Damocles

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On The Road To Gethsemane

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