Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet

Rookie - 413 Points (16 December 1943 / Nottingham)

Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet Poems

1. Poet's Block 10/10/2005
2. I Do Not Believe In Email Chats 10/10/2005
3. The Final Word 12/11/2005
4. Desperate And In Despair 12/12/2005
5. Inspiration Lost 12/12/2005
6. He Guideth Me 12/13/2005
7. The Inevitable 12/13/2005
8. Tuesday The Thirteenth 12/13/2005
9. Poetic Artistry 12/14/2005
10. 'Rumilover' 12/14/2005
11. Poetic Subject Matters 12/17/2005
12. The Lessons Of My Parents 12/18/2005
13. Eureka 12/18/2005
14. Termites 12/18/2005
15. Lamp-Posts 12/18/2005
16. Our Life 12/18/2005
17. Delays Cost Time 12/20/2005
18. I May Do Something Wrong 11/28/2005
19. Lost In Space 12/4/2005
20. Your World 12/5/2005
21. We Need Him 12/5/2005
22. Light On The Horizon 3/1/2006
23. Our Expectations 3/6/2006
24. The Money Tree 3/6/2006
25. Shingles Personified 2/26/2006
26. Stress And Worry ~ Screams And Shouts 2/27/2006
27. 'Overworking Is Harmful' 10/10/2005
28. Emails Are Not My Forte 10/10/2005
29. New Poems 12/21/2005
30. Inaction 12/21/2005
31. New Poetic Releases 12/22/2005
32. Ethnic Cleansing 12/22/2005
33. Problems 12/23/2005
34. Writing For Posterity 10/10/2005
35. Writing Poetry To Order 10/10/2005
36. 'Age Is But A Number ' 10/10/2005
37. Another Day 10/10/2005
38. Forty - Four Years Ago Today 10/10/2005
39. Advice To Reviewers 12/7/2005
40. The Poem Is Fine 12/8/2005

Comments about Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet

  • Trucker Jeff (7/12/2006 6:30:00 PM)

    Hey Jonathan...Good poem. Its an earmark of life. I drive a semi. Should I hop the pond and load you up? I'd be happy to. Good luck and God's blessings on your knew home. Live well and prosper

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Best Poem of Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet

Onomatopoeia

The clouds do darken, the rain does drop
I wonder when its going to stop.
The pitter-patter of rain does fall
Against my windows, against my wall.
The wind does blow, the rain does lash
Against my house's pebbledash.
The sounds of never-ending rain
Gurgling down pipes into the drain.
Cars make splashes on wet streets,
Drops on puddles make them meet
In rivulets of rain, rushing onwards
Till the rain and wind abate,
And the sun comes out to dissipate
The water back to heaven
To fall as rain again at seven.

(Copyright (c) Jonathan Goldman ...

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Lost In Space

At two in the morning,
As I prepare for bed,
The words for a new poem,
Form swiftly in my head.

But at nine in the morning,
When I wish to write them down,
Lost in Space are they,
They will not come tumbling down.

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