Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet

Rookie - 413 Points (16 December 1943 / Nottingham)

Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet Poems

201. I Thank Him For My Pain 4/16/2006
202. Hoping To Become Friends 10/10/2005
203. 'Like The Blink Of An Eye' 10/20/2005
204. 'I Was Not Good At School' 10/16/2005
205. Fading Embers 10/23/2005
206. To Right A Wrong 10/26/2005
207. 'The Muse Is Dead' 10/29/2005
208. Without Thought Of Gain 10/10/2005
209. My Down Day 10/10/2005
210. My Outgoing Ansaphone Message In Verse 10/10/2005
211. Writing Poetry In The Rain 10/10/2005
212. Glad To Live 10/10/2005
213. Thank You For Your Reviews 12/25/2005
214. Christmas Ufo 12/26/2005
215. Driving 12/27/2005
216. No Heating 12/27/2005
217. Past The Witching Hour 12/27/2005
218. Boiler Pump Failure 12/28/2005
219. Problems! ! 1/3/2006
220. Life's Mishaps 1/3/2006
221. Our Sojourn On Earth Ii 4/22/2006
222. Early Memories Recalled 4/30/2006
223. A Poetry Agent Wanted 5/6/2006
224. Overjoyed And Overwhelmed 5/7/2006
225. My Body Lingers 5/8/2006
226. Poetry Is My Aphrodisiac 5/9/2006
227. Sixty - Two 5/9/2006
228. Should I Care? 5/9/2006
229. An Act Of Nature 5/4/2006
230. Frustration 5/21/2006
231. 'Betwixt The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea' 6/1/2006
232. Driving In The Sunshine 6/7/2006
233. Mgvb Jam 6/10/2006
234. Chutneyman 6/13/2006
235. Varicose Ulcers 6/14/2006
236. Why Me? 6/14/2006
237. Cussin' In Private 6/18/2006
238. Small Relief 6/19/2006
239. I Surrender [my Pen] 6/19/2006
240. Yet Another Milestone [my 350th Poem] 6/19/2006

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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