My Poetry Is A Compensation

Poem By Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet

There’s scarce a day that passes,
When poems I do not write,
It’s pointless putting on my glasses,
When to write, I have near perfect sight.

Why do I have this urge,
To pen my thoughts to you?
Why must these thoughts rhyme and scan,
Without much ado?

Why has HE given me this new skill?
I did not have it before.
I could not write a single poem,
Before I did take ill.

It seems it is a Compensation,
And for that I must give Praise,
To HIM who gives us Good and Bad,
So my Faith will endure for the Rest of My Days.

© Yisroel Yonatan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 27 September 2005

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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.

Poetry! ! Poetry! ! Poetry! !

Poetry! ! Poetry! ! Poetry! !
Why are we addicted to Poetry?
We Poets who write,
All day or all night,

I Will Obey Him Whilst I Can

I wander down my Path in Life,
Glad that HE has made me so,
Content to live it as HE wishes,
Knowledgeable of HIS Will Sublime.

In Praise Of Fellow Poets

I have met many poets on these sites,
English speaking from around the World,
Who place their poems on these Urls,
Day-by-day, and night-by-night.


Memory has a funny way
Of playing tricks on you,
Whatever you think you know,
Are you certain of it too?

My 'Get Up And Go' Just 'Got Up And Went'

My ‘Get Up and Go’
Just ‘Got Up and Went’
It wasn’t intentional,
It must have been Heaven sent.