Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet Poems

'Woe is me, Alas, Alack, '
There is no turning or going back,
For in the Present,
In the Here and Now,
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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.
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I wonder what the chances are
That I’ll write another poem tonight?
Will the words come to my Mind?
Will the Rhymes and Scans be right?
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Yawning my head off, sitting in my chair,
Glad I made the effort, glad I was there.
Where did I go to make me so tired?
To be with my stepdaughter, was her desire.
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To get a result, takes effort,
To make it soon, takes time,
To be certain of a result, use a method,
And use that method, time after time.
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Dedicated to the skills of our Neurologists


Come Myasthenics of the World unite,
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A new day has dawned,
What will happen to me?
Will my eyes marvel
At all that I see?
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etry is an Art,
When written from the heart,
Of the feelings we have, come what may,
Which we wish to impart
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I sip my coffee in the Morn,
I search for words to write,
But search upon search brings no result,
As my brain puts up a fight.
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I contemplate how in the future poems will
Be created in Groups and Societies until
Epics are written, and Odes they are spoke,
From evening to daybreak, from when they awoke.
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