Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet

Rookie - 413 Points (16 December 1943 / Nottingham)

Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet Poems

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