The Gift Of Poetry [by Jgthepoet]

Poem By Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet

HIS tumultuous Thoughts HE sends to me,
To write them down,
To communicate to thee.
The source of my words are HIS alone,
The timing of HIS sendings
To me are not known.
Why I have been chosen
To receive HIS words,
Is the secret known to HIM alone.
I give my thanks to HIM each day,
For the gift of poetry bestowed on me,
To communicate HIS words to me and thee.

© Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 26 April 2004

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I wonder when its going to stop.
The pitter-patter of rain does fall
Against my windows, against my wall.

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Poetry! ! Poetry! ! Poetry! !
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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.


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Of playing tricks on you,
Whatever you think you know,
Are you certain of it too?

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My ‘Get Up and Go’
Just ‘Got Up and Went’
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