Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet

Rookie - 413 Points (16 December 1943 / Nottingham)

Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet Poems

561. The Passover Seder 10/10/2005
562. Birthday Wishes For An Art Historian 6/28/2006
563. 'I Have Tried Without Success' 10/10/2005
564. Constant Prayers 2/28/2006
565. Erotic Ramblings Of The Mind 10/10/2005
566. Times Of Stress 12/1/2005
567. 'If I Should Die Tomorrow' 10/30/2005
568. Barmitzvah Wishes Nephew David 8/7/2006
569. Back Pain 5/17/2006
570. Blank Verse 5/4/2006
571. Physiotherapy 5/6/2014
572. Your Milestone Birthday 11/2/2005
573. 'Storm Clouds' 10/10/2005
574. 'Today Is The Start Of A New Week' 4/24/2006
575. This Busy Life 11/25/2005
576. Dr Modi ~ On Your Retirement 6/24/2010
577. Unshakeable Faith 6/6/2006
578. Memory 12/25/2005
579. Friendship Is Important 12/9/2005
580. Space Race 12/4/2005
581. My Future Life 5/4/2006
582. Humorous Insanity 11/3/2005
583. The Black Cloud Called Depression 4/24/2006
584. Horizons In Life 1/21/2006
585. Erotic Feelings 3/30/2006
586. 'Can We Meet For Coffee? Can We Meet For Tea? ' 10/10/2005
587. Friendship 10/10/2005
588. Twenty Lines 10/19/2005
589. Life Is Like A Maze 5/5/2006
590. Birthday Wishes For My Step-Daughter 10/10/2005
591. Birthday Wishes For A Grieving Wife 10/10/2005
592. Grandparents 3/18/2006
593. How Will It Be For Us? 10/10/2005
594. Poetry! ! Poetry! ! Poetry! ! 1/26/2006
595. My 'Get Up And Go' Just 'Got Up And Went' 12/8/2005
596. Onomatopoeia 10/10/2005

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


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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