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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.

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Our Rabbi ~ Dayan Ivan Binstock

The Preacher stands now in the Shul,
Before the Aron Kodesh now,
To deliver his Sermon to all
The Congregants there ~ attentive too.

Each Shabbat Morn and Yom Tov too,
He speaks Words of Wisdom, Parables two,
Mystic Insights, Worldly News,
Expressing to all, his own views.

Dayan Ivan Binstock is his name,
Who in London is a man of fame,
His Learning and Erudition too,
Delivered through his Sermons to me and you.

Fortunate are we to have him here,
In the St. John’s Wood Shul, in London town,
May he continue onwards, for many a year,
Bringing Glory to The Almighty’s Crown.

I wait each week to hear his words,
Interested in what he has to say,
Aware of his predecessors who were here,
Also worldly in their own special way.

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Weather Forecasts

Grey October skies in London Town
When mist and fog abound
Look dull and grey to everyone,
And no one wants to go around.

With the air dank in the mist,
As dampness covers all around,
It may be dangerous to walk
On wet leaves covering the ground.

The mist and clouds take long to clear,
It may linger for some time,
It needs the sun to warm the air,
Which may not happen till lunchtime.

The Forecast is for weather bright,
“The Sun will shine today.”
Do we believe all we hear
In forecasts Day and Night?

The Weathermen do not know all,
A Forecast is only a view,
Based on Facts and on what has been,
With hopes that their view will become true.

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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.

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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.

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My Addled Brain

Those frenzied ramblings of the Mind,
Keep me from sleep, they’re so unkind.
My addled brain with thoughts explores,
Why does it wander more and more?
For sleep I must, to refresh my body,
Not just me, but everybody.
But the more I try my mind to clear,
Words race onwards through voice and ear,
Until no more the words do come,
And the writing of this poem is done.

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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.

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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

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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.

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Oh, Wonderous Sight, My Love Divine,

For my Darling Wife, Lili

Oh, wondrous sight, my love divine,
I linger for your touch.
How can you leave me so tonight
When we do mean so much?
To be with you was meant to be
Not soon, but, here and now.
I yearn to be close to you,
So call and tell me how.

These thoughts do ramble through my mind
They do not go away,
For mystery fair, you are always there
Forever and a day.

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Yesterday Was History

Yesterday was History,
Today begins the Present,
Tomorrow never comes,
So, live today with love and fun
And cherish and enjoy it,
For days may go and days may come
Without friends happy you'll not be
So, take the time to write to me,
My name is Jonathan, and I am here
To love and cherish thee.

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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.

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Myasthenia Gravis

In times of darkness I have found
When illness numbs my brain,
I open my mind to HIS thoughts
And I can see again.

When my Myasthenia rears its head,
And I de-stabilise,
It is HIS test of my Faith
That I do realise.

HE will stabilise me soon,
But only when HE's ready,
For rushing healing will not do,
And I must take things steady.

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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.

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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.

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Saffra

Saffra, you must remember,
As older each day you become,
That Life is not only for pleasure,
But work must be made to be fun.

Television, Games and Computers,
Reading, Writing, Music and Art,
Are part of your knowledge process,
And on each day must be a part.

Have Love for your Parents and Family,
Respect for your Teachers and Friends,
Be kind and considerate to others,
And keep your little temper at bay,
Then All will wish to befriend you,
Forever and ever each day.

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Birthday Wishes For An Art Historian

[This poem is forward dated ~ it is being framed as a gift for my step-daughter's Birthday] The poem was written on 28th June 2006.

Deborah, my thoughts are with you today,
Alas, I am distant from you,
But, on 5th July 2006,
I send my Birthday Wishes anew.

As an Art Historian and Portuguese Teacher too,
I cast my Mind for words to convey,
My wishes to you for the future ahead,
To make you smile, on this ~ your Birthday.

When you look upon this World,
Through the eyes of Artists past,
See the good that they did see,
Until ~ you breathe your last.

For this is a wondrous World,
In which we all do live,
And there is beauty and good therein,
But, behind problems and stress it is hid.

Another year older, more history made,
As your Life Cycle goes forward a year,
Pamper yourself, feast on culture and food,
And may the coming months be of good cheer.

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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.

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Hannie's 70th Birthday

His spirit hovered overhead,
He cast his eyes below,
On the Sunborn Yacht Hotel,
Where Family and Friends today did go.

For Aaron Silas wished to see,
That all assembled would enjoy,
The Party for Hannie's 70th Birthday,
Given for her, by their Boys.

On the Nineteenth of August 2007,
It was Hannie Silas's 70th Birthday,
And Friends and Family did gather there,
To help her celebrate her Day.

To remember all the Good Years,
And those that were so sad,
Which as a loving Family,
Of the Memories, we were all glad.

It was a different venue,
For a Party to be held,
On a Yacht Hotel moored on the Thames,
And the Conviviality excelled.

Hannie was born in Calcutta,
On a Boat to England, with Aaron, she sailed,
Alas, Aaron is no longer at her side,
But his Memory by all, was hailed.

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Creation Renewed

The dawn doth break across the sky
With colours all to see.
The sun doth shine on all the world,
The day doth start for me.

The streets alive with people come,
The bustle starts anew.
G-D's creation can be seen
By me and all of you.

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The Colours Of Autumn

When shades of brown do mingle
With green upon the tree,
The work of G-d's creation
Is there for all to see.

The greens, reds, yellows and browns of Autumn
Are colours upon the trees,
But the colourful leaves are a-changing
When dropping on areas previously clean.

HIS season of Autumn is beautiful
With colours magnificent to view,
The Artist's palette of colours
Each year is displayed anew.

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Her B.A. (Hons) In Graphic Design

Related quotes

Our Rabbi ~ Dayan Ivan Binstock

Weather Forecasts

I Have Tried Without Success

Therapy

My Addled Brain

My 'Get Up And Go' Just 'Got Up And Went

Into A Happy Song

Lest We Forget The Holocaust

Oh, Wonderous Sight, My Love Divine,

Yesterday Was History

My Down Day

Myasthenia Gravis

Desperate And In Despair

My Outgoing Ansaphone Message In Verse

Saffra

Birthday Wishes For An Art Historian

Why Do I Write Poetry?

Hannie's 70th Birthday

Creation Renewed

The Colours Of Autumn

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