Poetry in Paradise
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Poetry report for February 16th 2014.
A beautiful sunny hot Queensland day was on display as we all made our way to the Southport library for our recital afternoon, twenty-one poets made the journey on Sunday. Apologies for the day came from Jean, Vincent, Kath,y and Eoin. We had a good afternoon and the air conditioner was working overtime. Paul Montague and Paul K both returned surprisingly on the same day after a very long absence and were most welcomed. The optional theme was “Princess” and the optional first line was “A sting in the tail….”.
Bob gave us a great Aussie version of Cinderella complete with shearers, sweaty armpits, Dimboola parties, dag’s and chesty bond singlet’s, very funny. His second poem was a powerful cathartic recital for Bob titled “Don’t call me racist” and he went into many issues facing us in this modern multicultural melting pot that is our Australia.
Joan wrote on the theme and gave us some interesting background history on Australia’s Princess Mary, very well written and enjoyed by all. Joan’s second poem was a great narration of one special day in 1983 when she was working as a teacher in the NT and Princess Di and Prince Charles visited her classroom. Little William was nine months old and stayed in Alice Springs on the day, both royals spoke openly to the children and even allowed them to ask questions. One child asked Prince Charles about his barbecues and received an amused reply. Joan’s Mum met the Queen in 1952 and Joan got to meet her Son - circle of life.
Judi’s first recital reminded us of all the great Princesses throughout time such as Pocahontas Rapunzel Jasmine and many more, a nice poem and prompted many memories. Judi’s second poem was titled Valentines Day and she spoke fondly of love; chocolates, flowers and being with that special loved one. A day celebrated since 496 A.D to mark the death at the hands of Claudius 11 in 270A.D of a priest named Valentine who handed his love a note saying “From your Valentine’ before he was given the chop or maybe fed to the lions.
Gloria filled us all in on the goings on of the WI the “Women’s Institute” with their competitions like knitting, jam baking, and sponge cake making. Her poem told the tale of her winning the “Best Cake” of the day with her sponge, she told us how she made multiple attempts to create a masterpiece but it just wouldn’t happen, so the shop bought one was the winner and even though she told the truth they believed she baked it herself, what a talented lady!!
Allen recited a poem with a great twist at the end about an immigrant that got a job in a timber farm and he was required to fall six tree’s day, he worked for several days but could only manage four in a day, the boss said he would have to let him go and said as one last thing he would show him how it was done. When he started the chain saw the immigrant asked how did you do that??? His second poem was a warning not to value “friends” on face-book to highly as he had recently attended the funeral of an old friend that had over 400 “FB friends” but Allen was the only one at the funeral other than the priest and the mans mum!! Live in the real world and value your real friends.
Joyce was fired up with this month's theme and muttered “Princess” under her breath as she shrugged her shoulders, she followed this with a really good poem about a young lad and a frog and how the transformation went well and true love was in their hearts as they received the delivery of their cute new little tadpole!!!!!! Joyce’s second poem was the narration of events at her BBQ when an argument broke out over tail and tale and how sometimes the tale of getting tail gets a bit blurred and they confirmed there is a sting in tail of both tales and tails.
Mac was also firing on all eight cylinders and cracked a great poetic joke about two models and how a royal flush always beats two pair no matter how good they both are. His second poem was another one written by that foreign man Anon, it was about the “joys” of aging and Mac confirmed, like the author, that he is good shape for the shape he is in.
The Banjo recited a very nice sentimental poem that took him twenty years to finish; he started writing it after the death of his mate “Mozzie” a true blue Blue Healer that after meeting for the first time they rarely ever parted. His second poem was about the unfortunate death of poor ol’ granddad at the hands of the newly located thunder box and granddads habitual ritualistic fatalistic behavior.
Ted joined in with a great little poem about the shunting of my interview with ABC Coast FM and stated he was forwarding it to Peter Scott!! His second poem reminded us that every mother gives birth to a princess and many a man worships one, warning that a few girls do grow up with PPSD pretty princess syndrome disorder not unlike Marilyn. His second poem had a sting in the tail as he spoke of scorpions, hornets, love and warned of the pain in the teeth of a shark the bite of a dog and that nothing hurts as much as a broken heart.
Margaret wrote a nice poem titled “A Fanciful Dream”, a lovely tale of a commoner dreaming of winning lotto and then winning the love of a beautiful princess. Her second poem was a tale titled “The Picnic” and it involved a warning of the sting in the tail of angry ants, to watch out when we humans are out picnicking, look before you sit was some great advice to heed.
Manya, “A Rose is a Rose” was the title of her first poem and it contained a deeper meaning of love in a modern world and the search for purity in an increasingly genetically modified Garden of Eden. Her second poem was written in June 1997 two years before the predicted end of the world, the poem contained messages of acid rain, hurtling blindly into the future and rain forests being turned into chop sticks, much to her delight we are still here but sadly we haven’t really learnt much about protecting our environment.
Alex recited from memory again and did a great job of it, well done mate. His first poem was titled “The Drifter” and divulged his plea to “The Beak” to give him a break and ended with the courthouse being struck by lightning. His second poem was his thoughts shared from when he stared into his coffee and it spoke to him. His third poem was a sentimental revisit to a country cafe he frequented as a young man courting his future wife.
Tom recited a funny poem about the town of Babblebrook, miles from nowhere and even further away from somewhere, sharing the strange goings on of the visiting circus and the sneaky hungry lioness with a peculiar diet that escaped. His second poem was by Bernard Rigley and involved a slow thinking constable and even slower thinking superintendent.
Graham recited another by Anon titled “The Smile” and contained a positive message of hope to improve the world by passing a smile onto everyone you see. His second poem was written in 1992 “The Road of Life”, he recited from memory again and it was a very good poem about friend’s memories and life. His second poem was written by Will Ogilvy titled “The Riding of the Rebel” it was a fantastic Australian bush poem in the tradition of the Man from Snowy River and equally as well written, Graham did a fantastic job reciting the whole poem from memory and did it with great flare and we witnessed another real bush performance.
David wrote on the Princess theme with his first poem and it involved pubs tiaras and lots of happy people. His second poem was a continuation of the children’s poem about his toe that he wrote for his Granddaughter; she added two new great verses, which he recited for us.
Pammy recited a ‘ladies’ poem, also by Anon, that was a parody of the Lords Prayer, now I lay me down to sleep I pray I meet a man that’s not a creep. Went over well and got a few good laughs.
Roger retorted promptly to Pammy’s poem and got the Man's point of view in nicely and included the princess theme as well. His second poem was written while cruising west along the Murray River two years ago. Roger was still writing the poem at the start of the meeting, it was funny tongue in cheek digs at all the poets in paradise, written by a self-proclaimed over stated self opinionated genius.
Trish did a lovely poem about the haste of modern life and how things go so quickly these days, one day happy one day sad; remembering how she and David have achieved so much and been to many wonderful places and experienced many beautiful moments in their lives. Pondering on the dramatic changes in her life in the past few years and the loss of many a friend.
Paul M made a welcomed return to the fold and has committed to memory Murray Hartin’s powerful rural inspired poem “Rain from Nowhere” this poem strikes a cord with many people as it was written from a real life experience and it is an experience unfortunately many of those on the land face regularly and with out much support from the Federal Government. Murray Hartin wrote it to support the Salvations Army’s campaign a few years ago to create awareness of the high suicide rate amongst rural Australians. His second poem was along the princes theme as it was a lovely tribute to his daughter when she innocently asked Daddy for a little sister and she received a cute little bundle named Dominica; his third poem was about his daughters rowing team.
Paul K also retuned on the day and recited a great poem about life and his dealings with a leaf blower and how he wishes there was a way to ‘blow’ things from your life as easily.
Thank you everyone for a great afternoon and we shall see a few poets at Earle Haven Retirement Village Lawrence Drive Nerang at 2pm on Wednesday the 12 of March 2014. Next month we celebrate ten years of Poetry in Paradise.
Jeff, Irene, Joan, Bob, Eoin, and all the Poets in Paradise.
January: 19th – Roads.
June: 15th – Sunshine.
Optional First Lines
January: I was just being me …………………………………
"The Mudgeeraba Budgerigar"
Here's a Rhyme at Christmas Time - Mac Skinner
Here's a rhyme at Christmas time. It's Spend. Spend. Spend.
Buy gifts for all the family, and don't forget your friends.
Splash out big on turkey, ham and classic wines.
A couple of cartons of Carlton would go down just fine.
Put up your decorations. Strings of flashing lights
That keep the neighbourhood awake, well into the night.
Hang up lumps of holly, and lots of mistletoe,
And don't forget it's Christmas. It's Santa. Ho,Ho,Ho.
Open up your purse strings. Throw your cash around
All the traders say there's bargains to be found
So buy up big on trinkets that no-one really needs
And bask in the glory of having done your good deeds.
Then spare a thought for those less fortunate than you
They look at Christmas from a different point of view.
For them there's no wild spending, no reckless shopping spree
There's no flashing lights on their Christmas tree.
Their tree might the big fig tree in the middle of the park
Where they aim to sleep tonight after it gets dark
And hope that Santa finds them, and leaves a little gift
Just to be remembered would make their spirits lift.
So when you do your shopping, buy some extra treats
And deliver them to the homeless, sleeping on the streets
That is the true spirit of Christmas, and if we pause a while
You will find it is not so difficult to turn a tear into a smile.
(c) Mac Skinner 2013
Banjo's Camp Fire 2012 - Jeff Goudy
The guests came from miles around with one single heartfelt desire
they all wanted to share the warmth of Banjo's Bush camp fire
Dawn came back out at dusk and welcomed all to the fold
Banjo stoked the campfire. she was all as good as gold
Aussie damper was cooking as we watched the billy boil
the sparks were flying high as Banjo continued with his toil
Tea an coffee were on offer as were lamingtons and dips
salami and cabana were all nibbled thinking of impact on the hips
Irene got in from the Philippines arriving just in time
she turned up in my ute for she is the love of mine
Joan came down from Tennant Creek with tales both tall and true
Proud of where she came from and proud of her Father too
Alex came over from Mt Nathan found the note that he was after
Alpaca's came from some bonogin road up that a way hillside rafter
Roger from South Africa was there and keen to share his verse
generously he fried up his authentic home country made damper an Boerwors
Judi our lovely resident celebrant was there to share and celebrate
sharing her ode to Banjo and we all thought it was great
Sandra seemed to have misplaced her poem for it was not there right on hand
after she ventured all the way over from the long white clouded land
Balmain got a look in too hey with Carlene and O'l Bob
The wine warmed the cockles hey and the saxaroo did it's job
Cathy came so far away I forget how far she drove and flew
folded chair and savouries shared both ole verse and the new
The food was quickly eaten all jaws we did employ
the damper was delicious smothered in ol'cockies joy
The poetry began to flow tales tall and all so true
from aliens to bastards some poems that we all knew
The night was bloody great the campfire chats are our tradition
those that couldn't make it out you don't know what you were missin
Everyone that was there was special we all agreed that we are a truly decent mob
we all hugged and we thanked Banjo for a truly wonderful inspired job.
(c) Jeff Goudy 22/09/2102
Laughter – What Is it?
Laughter’s therapeutic – I wonder why it’s so.
They say it’s the endorphins that make our faces glow.
And then there’s blood that’s pumping when laughing makes us shake,
When letting out that ‘ha ha ha’ our bodies come awake.
Whatever is the cause of it there’s something we agree –
To laugh is to communicate, connect ‘tween you and me.
Uplifting and enjoying, it keeps us healthy too.
For ‘Laughter’s the Best Medicine’ – a saying trite but true.
What makes me laugh? There’s many things –
I’ll chuckle at a word;
A misspelt mispronounced pure gem that makes a thought absurd,
Like ‘relevant’ for ‘relative’ or ‘candlestine affair’,
Or spoonerisms, ‘Prandsome Hince’ for ‘Rindercella’ fair.
I’ll laugh at funny movies – Will Smith or Seinfeld’s crew,
At Dibley’s Vicar, Geraldine, who gets in such a stew.
Then Adam Hillls on ‘Spicks and Specks’ invites such comedy
With clever guests to play his quiz and show off musically.
Who would have thought at Toastmasters I’d find a laughing place.
But humour rears its happy head – puts smiles on every face.
While at my active writing club the ladies tell their story,
And laughter’s an important part when gory turns to glory.
But best of all’s the poets club, for members there are fun.
There’s Bob and Tim and Alec too, Jeff, Joyce and everyone.
Vince has his comic microscope and Gloria her tales.
With Marta’s short amusing poems we laugh when she regales.
They say a child laughs many times as they’re absorbed in play,
While adults oft forget to laugh – too serious each day.
So if you’ve lost the urge to laugh; to chuckle and have fun,
Just come to our great poets’ club – we’ve laughs for everyone.
It’s guaranteed if you’ve a heart that’s got the urge to lift,
We’ll put a smile upon your face. It’s the ‘Poets in Paradise’ gift.
(c) Joan Small 2013