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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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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.

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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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.

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Storm Clouds

Shapes of clouds in the sky
Are seen as pictures by the human eye.
But when the wind does gently blow
Those shapes into other pictures go.
Storm clouds do not pictures make,
But blacken the skies and makes us wake
To listen for thunder and see lightening too,
And hope that without more ado,
The storm will break, the sun appear,
The black clouds will disappear,
And once again the sky’ll go blue
To bring more pictures for me and you.

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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.

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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.

poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
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On Making A Friendship

The shadow that we hide behind
When arranging our first date,
Is not a place, to which we should go,
Or stay behind too late.
We rest awhile in that place,
I know that it is wrong,
For honesty between good friends
Would make our friendship strong.

But, as two strangers we are at first,
And to all must not disclose,
All of our hidden depths
And secrets to our foes.

When friendship eventually comes to us,
And it will hopefully be quite soon,
Our talk, filled with truth and honesty,
Would lead to a pleasing date,
During which we could contemplate,
A full and enjoyable relationship
With mutually agreeable companionship.

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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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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! !

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Dave ~ On Your Retirement

Dave has driven our Minibus
Twice weekly to the shops,
And assisted our Residents,
With many little jobs.

For almost fifteen years,
At Cherry Tree Court he's been,
And his pleasant disposition,
By All ~ could be seen.

But now he is Retiring,
This week will be his last Trip,
Taking the Residents shopping,
Helping them ~ lest they slip.

I am a relative Newcomer,
To Cherry Tree in March, I came,
I do not yet need the bus,
~ But, I'll miss him just the same.

His Cheery Disposition,
His Gentle Caring Ways,
May he have a Happy Retirement,
Until the End of His Days.

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The Sword of Damocles

Myasthenia Gravis

I Have Tried Without Success

My Outgoing Ansaphone Message In Verse

Yesterday Was History

Creation Renewed

My Addled Brain

Into A Happy Song

My Down Day

Saffra

The Colours Of Autumn

Why Do I Write Poetry?

Horizons In Life

Storm Clouds

My Sixteen Month Sabbatical

Birthday Wishes For An Art Historian

On Making A Friendship

Hannie's 70th Birthday

Poetry! ! Poetry! ! Poetry! !

Dave ~ On Your Retirement

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