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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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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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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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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.

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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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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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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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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The Weather's Wet!

The weather's wet, and skies are grey,
I wish I could just stay in bed,
But I must go to work today,

I'm safe beneath the warm duvet,
Not thinking ‘bout the day ahead,
The weather's wet, and skies are grey,

If only I could stay away,
I'd rather be at home instead,
But I must go to work today,

"Get up, get out, and earn your pay! "
A little voice screams in my head.
The weather's wet, and skies are grey,

A normal British summer's day,
With forecasts of more rain ahead,
But I must go to work today,

I wish there were another way,
In which to earn my daily bread,
The weather's wet, and skies are grey,
But I must go to work today.

poem by Graeme Williams
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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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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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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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Grey

Grey road stretched through grey rain.
Grey rain fell though grey mist.
Grey mist enveloped all,
all the eye could see,
all the land,
all the sky
and me.
Grey covered all,
all the way down to the sea.

Glimpsed through grey the swell of the ocean,
riding the waves a wind surfer surfing,
chopping, fighting the crests with swift motion
skirting the spray, sail unfurling.
Stopping, I stared at that sight in the mist,
oh how he came dancing over the sea,
right through the rain a state of sheer bliss,
the wondrous frolic rippling throughout me
making me tingle right down deep inside.
That misty image ripped all grey apart
a glorious vision of freedom untied,
returning tremendous joy to my heart
filling me up, bringing tears to my eyes,
emerging from grey a great love of life.

poem by Diana Rosser
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To

The Day was dying; his breath
Wavered away in a hectic gleam;
And I said, if Life's a dream, and Death
And Love and all are dreams -- I'll dream.

A mist came over the bay
Like as a dream would over an eye.
The mist was white and the dream was grey
And both contained a human cry,

The burthen whereof was "Love",
And it filled both mist and dream with pain,
And the hills below and the skies above
Were touched and uttered it back again.

The mist broke: down the rift
A kind ray shot from a holy star.
Then my dream did waver and break and lift --
Through it, O Love, shone thy face, afar.

So Boyhood sets: comes Youth,
A painful night of mists and dreams;
That broods till Love's exquisite truth,
The star of a morn-clear manhood, beams.

poem by Sidney Lanier
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Life's Seasons

When all the world was Mayday,
And all the skies were blue,
Young innocence made playday
Among the flowers and dew;
Then all of life was Mayday,
And clouds were none or few.

When all the world was Summer,
And morn shone overhead,
Love was the sweet newcomer
Who led youth forth to wed;
Then all of life was Summer,
And clouds were golden red.

III

When earth was all October,
And days were gray with mist,
On woodways, sad and sober,
Grave memory kept her tryst;
Then life was all October,
And clouds were twilight-kissed.

Now all the world's December,
And night is all alarm,
Above the last dim ember
Grief bends to keep him warm;
Now all of life's December,
And clouds are driven storm.

poem by Madison Julius Cawein
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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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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.

poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
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Winter Fantasy

We build cathedrals
When the illusion disappears
When we are cold in bed
Under covers that cover
Little
Or too much

We scratch our guitars
Hoping they'll be tickled
Yet tight cords hardly could
Cover
The mist, we walk to meet
When the illusion within us
Disappears
An October morning
Full of rust and leaves
Full of echoeing space

We write and never send
For to receive takes the illusion
Of sending
Away
When we write for no one to read
But to say what has to be said
Loudly, within the internal silence
Of the cathedrals we build
When love is still there
When love has no place
To find respite
From itself

On misty October mornings
Full of rusty leaves
Whirling on our balcony
Like the dance you like
To dance
Each time
Before you leave…

October 27,2008

poem by Vahe Kazandjian
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Rainbow

I live at one of those Grey Clouds
Not really know that I am lifeless

I heard people talking about rainbow,
They’d met each other, always in a happy occasion
I wish I met the rainbow myself
Then perhaps I would know,
What the people say is not true
That there is no thing such rainbow,
That could make people’s eyes glittering
In Blue color of the sky
In Green color of the valley
In Red color of the blood
In Yellow color of the sun

I am belongs to the Grey Clouds
I Love Grey, as it is all the color I have in life

Then one day, at the ticking time of my ordinary Grey-day
I see something really bright,
With the scent of a precious flower I’d lost in the mist
For a moment I’m overwhelmed
Then I took a step further…
Away from something so beautiful, that wasn’t Grey
But the figure reveal and I stranded there
I Never learn that there are many color one’s could posses

Day goes by,
The Grey Cloud is the latest place I’d like to be
It was the rainbow…
Holding me and warm me
With a lot of bunch of dream in my empty mind
Dream I never knew
Dream I never dare to explore
The forbidden dream for my Grey outfit
I’m content with joys,
The first time I ever feel grand to face my life
My heart reflecting the color of rainbow
Blue for the peace soul
Green for the new beginning
Red for the faith
Yellow for a bright hope

Not very long
The thunder strikes,
The lightning burned my rainbow
All was Grey again
The rainbow gone away
Prefer to have a quite-smooth journey with all its color

While the thunder sent me here
Back to the Grey Clouds

poem by Niken Kusuma Wardani
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Last Answers

I wrote a poem on the mist
And a woman asked me what I meant by it.
I had thought till then only of the beauty of the mist,
how pearl and gray of it mix and reel,
And change the drab shanties with lighted lamps at evening
into points of mystery quivering with color.

I answered:
The whole world was mist once long ago and some day
it will all go back to mist,
Our skulls and lungs are more water than bone and tissue
And all poets love dust and mist because all the last answers
Go running back to dust and mist.

poem by Carl Sandburg
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Stone, Mirror and Mist

Stone, mirror and mist;
All enrapture me.
I can’t resist
Time’s trinity.

As I try in the mirror
To change the stone,
Mist draws nearer
Till I can’t see on my own.

Then I turn my attention
To the mirror at hand;
Stone in mind, but not mention;
Mist shifting like sand.

I battle the mirror.
There can be only one.
When image is clearer
I’ll know I have won.

Only then will mist clear.
Stone will have no say.
A bygone will be fear
And I’ll be on my way.

poem by Gregory Huyette
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Into A Happy Song

The Colours Of Autumn

Storm Clouds

I Have Tried Without Success

Yesterday Was History

Creation Renewed

My Outgoing Ansaphone Message In Verse

The Weather's Wet!

Myasthenia Gravis

Her B.A. (Hons) In Graphic Design

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

Grey

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Life's Seasons

Oh, Wonderous Sight, My Love Divine,

Our Rabbi ~ Dayan Ivan Binstock

Winter Fantasy

Rainbow

Last Answers

Stone, Mirror and Mist

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