Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet

Rookie - 413 Points (16 December 1943 / Nottingham)

Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet Poems

441. Poetry I Write 5/6/2014
442. My Right Leg 5/6/2014
443. I Wish To Prove Them Wrong 5/6/2014
444. Stress 5/6/2014
445. Night Starvation 5/6/2014
446. My Constant Prayer 5/6/2014
447. Frustration Of The Mind 5/6/2014
448. Nearer To My Right Leg 5/6/2014
449. Leaving Fifoot Ward 5/6/2014
450. Leaving Sage 5/6/2014
451. Pesach 5774 At Sage 5/6/2014
452. Elisheva And Gavriel 5/16/2006
453. Poet At Work 5/6/2014
454. Early Morn In Fifoot Ward 5/6/2014
455. Can I Sleep Again Tonight? 5/6/2014
456. Rehab One 5/6/2014
457. I Shall Have To Think Again 5/6/2014
458. Bed And Room Change 5/6/2014
459. Poems Posted On The Internet 5/7/2014
460. Seventy Years On Two Legs 5/12/2014
461. Raised Voices In Fifoot Ward 5/6/2014
462. Rehab Impatiency 5/6/2014
463. Stressed By The Unknown 5/6/2014
464. Brain ~ Please Remember 5/19/2014
465. Two Hundred And Fifty Seven Days 5/19/2014
466. Rentascoota 5/19/2014
467. A-Thinking 5/20/2014
468. A Memory Recalled 6/1/2014
469. Disabled With Mobility Problems 7/15/2014
470. Jgthepoet 7/17/2014
471. Your Words Or Mine? 7/17/2014
472. Rentascoota, Pattersonsmedical & The Masonic Samaritan Fund 7/20/2014
473. I Am Being Watched 7/20/2014
474. Why Have You Awoken Me? 7/23/2014
475. Nineteen Years Since Your Passing 1/28/2015
476. Remember Not The Poet 2/17/2015
477. Bushey Jewish Amputee Has Poem In New Irish School Textbook 5/21/2015
478. A - Screwing 5/30/2015
479. I Write 5/30/2015
480. They Are Not Mine 5/31/2015

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 ...

Read the full of Onomatopoeia

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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