The Nurses speak in raised voices
At Five Forty in the morn,
While Patients try to sleep,
As the day dost dawn.
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I wish to walk before I am stable,
Please GOD ~ help me to slow down,
My mind dost tell me that I am able,
But if I fell I would break my crown.
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I awake in the early hours,
Stressed by the unknown,
In three days time I leave Rehab,
To go to my new home.
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Mum, it is nineteen years since you left us,
From Netanya by the sea,
Where you had spent your retirement
Making memories for friends and family.
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Remember not the Poet,
When he dost leave his Mortal Life,
Remember all the Poems he wrote,
And the wisdom he did write.
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Bushey Jewish Amputee has Poem in New Irish School Textbook
Jonathan Goldman, known Internationally as 'JGthepoet', was born in Nottingham on 16 December 1943, and moved to London in August 1950. He started writing poetry in the year 2000, when he was diagnosed with the rare, incurable skeletal muscle disease called Myasthenia Gravis. He is a Practising Jew, and has a devout Faith in the Almighty. With his Myasthenia normally controlled by a drug cocktail, he can lead a reasonable life, but has had to make certain changes to his lifestyle and hobbies, as he is not allowed any exercise or sports. With Myasthenia, the more he uses his muscles, the weaker they become.
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Yesterday we were ‘a-screwing’,
“Who were? ” ~ I hear you say,
Marianna, my carer and I,
A-screwing a flat-pack, last Thursday.
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I write about YOUR Creations,
I write what YOU tell me to write,
I write when YOU send me the words,
As YOU do Erev Shabbat tonight.
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I write the words HE tells me to,
They are not mine ~ you see,
For the LORD puts them into my head,
To communicate them to thee.
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Lord, send me the words to write
Before I close my eyes this night,
To praise THEE in scan and rhyme,
As in verse I do ~ time after time.
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