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.
Copyright © Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 25 June 2010
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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! !
© Yisroel Yonatan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 26 January 2006
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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.
© Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 9 April 2005
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A Not a Poem Poem
A Not a Poem Poem
I will not write a poem
For I am not a poet
I cannot makes things rhyme
I’ve tried for quite some time
So will I write a poem?
NO!
I can’t write poetry
I’ve tried to all my life
Once, I tried to write a poem
About a husband and his wife
It sounded really silly
So I crumbled it up into a ball
That’s why I decided
That I couldn’t write poetry at all
Am I gonna write a poem?
NO!
Well, I’ll try to write a poem
But it will be really bad
It will be absolutely lousy
It will be completely horrible
It won’t be up to snuff
People will say, “Who wrote this stuff? ”
Will my poem be good?
NO!
Can I write a poem?
NO!
Will I write a poem?
NO!
Well, what do you know! ? !
I wrote a poem!
And it’s a pretty good poem, too!
I guess I can write poetry if I try
The next time I’m asked to write a poem,
Will I say no?
NO!
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.
© Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 17 August 2004
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Why No Reviews?
With tired eyes I scan
Down lists of poems new,
Posted as New Releases,
Written for Me, by You.
Many poems are posted daily,
Hoping to be reviewed by all,
The pages get longer and longer,
Will I find any of mine at all?
It is now the 17th of January,
Hurrah! ! ~ I’ve found two of mine,
Written 2nd and 3rd January,
Will they be seen by my Reviewers as fine?
Why do I torture myself often?
Why must I expect New Reviews?
I’d write my poems as usual,
Whether or not, they’d be read by you.
I force my Mind to write verses,
HIS Thoughts are not directed to me,
Lethargically the words form as poetry,
But with HIS help, they form abundantly.
© Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 17 January 2006
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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.
© Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 8 December 2005
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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.
Copyright © Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 12 October 2003
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The Poem I Wrote Yesterday/ The Poem I Write Today
THE POEM I WROTE YESTERDAY/THE POEM I WRITE TODAY
The poem I wrote yesterday
The poem I write today
The poem I will write tomorrow
What do they all mean?
Life goes on
Even my life will go on for a time
Without them.
True they give me hope now
But hope is another kind of delusion-
Creature of hopes and dreams delusions and poems
I go on now writing another poem hoping that you somewhere
Will want to know and read and remember it.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Poem I Did Not Write Today
THE POEM I DID NOT WRITE TODAY
The poem I did not write today
Will never be written.
No one knows what it is
Or where it is
'How it can be? ' is another question
No one can answer.
The poem I did not write today
Never went away
It is always here with me and with you
It is the same simple poem
Written over and over again
In our everyday minds.
It is the poem of love of life
The poem of happiness
The poem of belief in God
And in the goodness in the world to come
It is the poem which believes too that poetry will help save the world.
It is the good poem
The happy poem
The poem I did not write today
Is the poem my life is writing now and always
And with you it says
‘What a miracle it is that we are here
reading and writing
and loving life as we do’.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Horizons In Life
I know that I must try to write,
To obtain my Peace of Mind,
But the words will not come out right,
And my thoughts are so unkind.
Today my problems seem too great,
They come yet faster still,
Why canna I get Peace of Mind?
Must problems my mind fill?
The future looks gloomy now,
The Horizon looks far off,
Depression goes away but slow,
When will my Depression Bubble pop?
We need to plan our future goals,
Move forward, live and play,
For Life is given for one and all.
To live fully, come what may.
It’s amazing how Depression lifts,
When one does a poem write,
For thoughts do concentrate the Mind
On making plans for a future bright.
© Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 20 January 2006
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A poem for you...
I write a poem for you today,
to get a place in your heart for ever
A poem that could tell you my love for you
I write my poem with emotion and affection
for you to understand my deep thoughts for you
A poem to love and a poem to understand its soul
A poem to enjoy and a poem to understand its happiness
A poem to think and a poem to understand its way of life
A poem to learn and a poem to understand its content
A poem to sing and a poem to understand its melody
A poem to cry and a poem to understand its sorrow
There are poems I have written but this is specially for you
The poem could tell you how important you are for me
There are words comes out freely from my mind to write poem
but there are no words to find my love for you
Those words can not missed as I miss your love today
Let me have all those words put in to my heart and
say I love to write a love poem for you
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
Copyright ©2004 Ravi Sathasivam
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Waiting And Wanting To Write Something Else
WAITING AND WANTING TO WRITE SOMETHING ELSE
Waiting and wanting to write something else
The spirit of poetry comes to me
It does not say a specific subject or theme
It has no meaning in mind for itself
But it sings in me
It calls to me
It says ‘now you have the music- let it flow’
And I write it down now
Not as if it is my poem or your poem or anyone’s poem
But only words which God is kind enough to give me
As God has given me so much else which I can be grateful for
A poem to You then
Who have so many poems
And need not my poem
Thank You God My Father.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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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.
Copyright (c) Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] â€" 5th July 2006
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This Patient's Prayer
L-rd, ‘please listen to my plea now,
Make the pain in me subside,
As YOU do heal my wounds, L-rd,
From the pain ~ where can I hide? ’
My Faith in You’s enduring,
I need not the pain, ~ YOU know,
Why can I not be pain free?
This healing’s awful slow.
The leg is getting better,
YOU are seeing to that,
I’m aware of YOUR daily presence,
As each day ~ to YOU ~ I chat.
I know I must have Nerve Pain,
Each Minute, Hour and Day,
Please L-rd, ‘Listen to my Prayer’
‘Make the Pain go away today’.
‘Can I not be pain free?
Must YOU remind me that YOU’RE near?
As slowly the tablets work,
And the pain does disappear? ’
Copyright © Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet} - 15 June 2008
poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
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Betwixt The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea
I'm betwixt the Devil and the deep blue sea,
Cause no one wants to employ me.
Why did I choose my chosen career?
Forty years ago, I was sincere.
Interested in figures I then was,
Numerical ones ~ of course.
Accounting I chose in aspects all,
Now it has become my downfall.
At Sixty-two chances are slim,
Of finding more work ~ what a pickle I'm in.
With Accounting Software geared for all,
For Bookkeeping Work ~ there is a shortfall.
Two hours work I had this week,
A new living I must seek,
Two hours will not keep the wolves from the door,
I'll cry in my boots, for an encore.
A hundred letters I've sent this week.
Perhaps one will give me what I seek,
If it'll not work ~ what will I do?
I know ~ I'll write another poem for you.
Copyright (c) Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 1 June 2006
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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.
Copyright © Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 21 October 2003
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I Will Have Written Only One
I WILL HAVE WRITTEN ONLY ONE
I wrote another poem today
The poem that I wrote yesterday
Tomorrow I will write a poem
Whose meaning will not be unknown.
Again and again I continue to write
The single poem of my only life
When all my poems and writing are done
I will have written only one.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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There Is No Poem For Me Today
THERE IS NO POEM FOR ME TODAY
There is no poem for me today
There is no poem of yesterday
The poems have gone
And far away
There is no poem
For another day.
There never will be another poem
Poems are gone
Poems are stone.
All the words I will ever write
Are not enough
For a Poem of Life.
The Poems are not
They will never be
I am not a Poem
Nor Poetry.
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Worst Poem Ever
Just some words that rhyme
What a waste of time
The writer has to be dense
Because this poem makes no sense
Want to hear the worst poem ever
It such junk well I never
Not very clever
This is the worst poem ever
I sure you could do better cause you are so clever
If you want me to write a poem my answer is NEVER
Cause this is the worst poem ever
Henry Brown 10 November 2010
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I'd Rather Write
I'd rather write a poem, Lord,
Than mow the lawn today,
As mowing grass I'd soon be bored
And choose to walk away...
That wall needs painting, yes, I know,
Another month won't hurt,
I'd rather write and watch words flow
Than paint and hide the dirt...
I'd rather write a poem, Lord,
Than tidy up that room,
A tidy room's a poor reward
Compared with words that bloom...
That pile of clothes I'll get round to,
No pressure, they can wait,
I'd rather write my point of view,
As my views are first rate...
I'd rather write a poem, Lord,
Than wash the car outside,
It's not a Rolls, it's just a Ford,
With scratches dust can hide...
That stack of dishes, won't complain,
No rush to stand, wipe, stir,
I'd rather write my thoughts again
Before they melt and blur...
I'd rather write a poem, Lord,
Than shop for milk and bread,
Black coffee's okay, rest assured,
I'll give up toast instead...
I'll see my girlfriend, next week, soon,
Tomorrow or tonight...
I'd rather write this afternoon,
Please, Lord, if that's all right...
Denis Martindale, copyright, March 2012.
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