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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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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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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.

poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
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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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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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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.

poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
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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.

poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
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My Sixteen Month Sabbatical

My sixteen month sabbatical,
“From what? ” ~ I hear you say.
From writing poetry ~ I tell you,
As another, I write today.

‘twas on 24th February 2009,
I wrote my 500th poem,
And on 24th June 2010,
Ever onwards I am going.

Why can’t I put my pen down
And lead a poem-free Life?
Why must the words flow once again
When rhyme and scan I write?

I struggle with my thoughts now,
No nonsense must I pen,
What is the theme of this one
I ask myself again?

My poems can be abstract,
They can be of my Faith,
Of views I’ve seen and Memories,
And of the time that I’ll not waste.

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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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.

poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
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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.

poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
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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.

poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
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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.

poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
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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.

poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
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No More Lies

Everything
Everything reminds me
Easily
You walking out so easily
No goodbyes
Not even a tear for me
Now you cry
Youd like to have my company
But Im not gonna call you again
Im not gonna pick up the phone
No Im not going through it again
Youre not gonna leave me alone
No more lies
I dont need this anymore
Ive heard it all
Now Im gonna close the door
Seems to me
Nothing comes that easily
Time to leave
Youll take it all and run from me
But Im not gonna call you again
Im not gonna pick up the phone
No Im not going through it again
Youre not gonna leave me alone
Im not gonna call you again
Im not gonna pick up the phone
No Im not going through it again
Youre not gonna leave me alone
But Im not gonna call you again
Im not gonna pick up the phone
No Im not going through it again
Youre not gonna leave me alone
Im not gonna call you again
Im not gonna pick up the phone
No Im not going through it again
Youre not gonna leave me alone
But Im not gonna call you again
Im not gonna pick up the phone
No Im not going through it again
Youre not gonna leave me alone

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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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Stop Reading My Poem!

Hey, you, stop reading my poem!
It's private, just for me!
It's not been written on a whim,
Like plain old poetry...
It's magical and lyrical
And so much more besides,
In fact, it's like a miracle
In which this poet prides...

Hey, you, these words are mine alone,
Be off with you, I say!
Go on, just leave me on my own,
Please kindly scoot away...
It's true, my poem's quite unique,
But it's still on the go!
The thing's not finished, please don't peek!
You nosey so-n-so...

Are you still here! ? No privacy!
No privacy at all...
I guess that's just not meant to be,
No matter how I stall...
I'm testing out my short, short lines,
Rehearsing rhymes at best,
Still writing stuff for highbrow minds,
So that they're feeling blessed...

I'll upload to the Internet
As soon as my job's done,
Till then, be patient, please don't fret,
That takes away the fun!
Just one more verse, I'm almost through,
Please leave, no need to fear...
Excuse me, I'm talking to you!
Yes, you, 'cos you're still here!

poem by Denis Martindale
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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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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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My Outgoing Ansaphone Message In Verse

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Therapy

Poetry! ! Poetry! ! Poetry! !

Desperate And In Despair

Oh, Wonderous Sight, My Love Divine,

I Have Tried Without Success

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

Creation Renewed

Myasthenia Gravis

My Sixteen Month Sabbatical

Into A Happy Song

Weather Forecasts

Saffra

Yesterday Was History

My Addled Brain

The Colours Of Autumn

No More Lies

The Sword of Damocles

Stop Reading My Poem!

Lest We Forget The Holocaust

Why Do I Write Poetry?

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