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Poetry in Paradise 2015

The Gold Coast's ONLY non critiquing or judgmental
poetry meeting/group

Established 11 years

The Poetry in Paradise Group
Photo December 2014 Poetry In Paradise Joan Small

Below - Some of the Poets

Poets in Paradise June 2013

Poetry in Paradise June 2013

Poetry in Paradise Poetry Books

Jeff has taken over the production of the Poetry in Paradise books and put out his first edition in September. It looks great, and the poetry inside is of the usual high standard. Keep writing, all, and save your best poems for the next edition.

Below: Some Guests at Jean Watson's birthday party. Jeff the Poet at back.

Jean Watson's party

Campfire Poetry

Dave 'The Banjo' Poetry in Paradise Campfire

Poetry report November 2015

Jeff was away celebrating Irene’s birthday, he had previously arranged for Bob and I (David) to make sure everything was set up and in place for our normal monthly meeting.

This we did to the best of our ability, as we are both appreciative of the effort Jeff puts into the smooth running and reporting of his original creation P.I.P. that we all enjoy and participate in, on a regular basis.

Next month’s meeting is on 20th December 2015 when the new book of Poet’s contributions will be printed and available to all those who have paid their $2.50 and to anyone else who wants to purchase further copies. Poetic works for this publication are required to be in Jeff’s possession ( by the 11th of December. (Don’t forget).

The subject for next month is “FRIENDS, FAMILY, LOVE” with the optional first line “With fingers worn and weary”

Now to what went on Sunday 15th Movember.
(callipygous - pertaining to or having finely developed buttocks)

David kicked off by reading Jeff’s poem “I have nightmares in the daytime” all about his job as a nurse, and then he read his own poem entitled “Callipygous” the theme for the day. David had discovered the word did not exist in the dictionary but found a word “Kallipugos” that meant beautiful buttocks in ancient Greece his last verse saying we all love them.

Bob got going on the same theme about getting into trouble with his misses for following the local posterior of derriere and wobbles that he found beautilicious. As entertaining and funny as only Bob can be. Good start to the day.

Bob then read (at start of second go after break) Jeff’s Poem on Callipygous that for Jeff meant beautiful lines of Chevy and Camaro and clouds and waves with shape so perfect it made him think of A beautiful sexy missus, his Irene. The reason he was not with us.
Thirdly and at the end of the day Bob read his usual funny wind up about the evils of drink and something to do with an uncontrollable wheel chair.

Eoin came next and admitted he was the originator of the subject matter for the day, but had forgotten about it so on arrival just sat down and wrote a poem, bingo- just like that. It covered faint skin so smooth, he often saw on a summer’s day in the light breeze, and also referred to getting into trouble with the missus, clever- for one written in such short time. Eoin’s second poem was about the changing moon and sun that has a bearing on the earth’s calendar.

Judi, a long standing member of the group recited a Poem she wrote five years ago when attending PIP. It referred to a cluster of Poets all clever folk lots of fun and some serious, some from memory and some written, but most remembered was then as is now, no judgement only appreciation. Her second poem was titled “I have never heard anything like it” and referred to bizarre excuses for a dog eating homework and something about a soiled shirt. Good stuff. Hope your Rock and Roll hip is better soon.

Banjo read from Paterson’s poetry about how Gilbert died after a ride into the dusk. He was his usual enigmatic and entertaining narration that we all so love and never tire of listening to. Banjo got to read a second poem Saltbush Bill just as he got an emergency call to go and sort out two brown snakes causing a problem for a frightened mother and her one year old baby. Yep that’s true; believe it or not he’s a snake catcher of some repute.

Alan was the next to go and explained the callipygous subject excited him so much he was not able to write about it. So he poetised about his early years at school where practical/technical found its place above higher learning and became a tradesman. Then his wife got a job and he became the cook and cleaner but struck some problems with a doona, not behaving and had to learn from the maid on folding sheets. For his second Poem he wrote about Henry Ford and cool air patents by the Coen bros known as Norm and High and Max. Alan’s third recital was about Blackie the dog and the all black scores in watching the world cup of rugby, in all very rewarding for a dog bet.

John produced some pictures of a Greek goddesses suitably unclothed and baring their Callipygous curves to which he referred in his poem as being similar to the curves of a beer bottle, when stroked in a pub. John’s second was about a soulmate in Darwin that turned out to be his shadow that vanished. Also had a photo of his shadow to show us all it was true.

Ted recited a theme from 17/11/2013 meet relating to vanity fair full alleys of rows that were full of quacks and tall dark strangers (Ted).My notes on his second poem refers to Lightning strikes, fish and nuts, spring in Tasmania, birds singing and a quote, awake, awake, mate to perpetuate. Thanks tall dark Ted.

Trish's Cup day poem, about which horse to back to try your luck, but the safest bet was to back them all. Next she spoke about Violet Szabo a young beautiful woman,( displayed her photo) who was part of the inventor team of code managers during the First World War and was captured and shot at age 23. Part of a stunning code message she left after her death was:-
My life is yours
My love is yours
Death is only a pause

Manya who recently lost her son- very bravely wrote and recited in memorial
A poem entitled “A Mothers Prayer” very moving and respected by all. Stunning and at a very tough time for her, thanks for sharing your love for your son, with us Manya.
Manya’s second reading referred to a friend Simon and she voiced how “Life is fragile, such love” pondering on his disease and why it happened to him.

Kathy expertly wrote about the human derriere, of Venus and buttocks revered in art, also raised the fact that some were saggy baggy through glutinous greed and that nips and tucks are good. Kathy then recited a second poem about her mobile phone headed “Here I stand in silent wonder about my simple slide away screen, but then was told it was out of date and the consequences of a more modern model were hilariously explained.

Roger advised Jeff had screwed up over Mulger Bill and then became Roger Van Richetesfeldt who rode a bike, quoted in a German accent how good a peddling machine but got into all sorts of trouble trying to ride one, finished by saying he’d rather drive a car than ride a bike. Hilarious. Roger’s second poem was about endless love, a limerick talking about Venice and a game of Tennis.

Mac who had managed to attend though not in the best of health told us he had made a supreme effort and written a poem of 64 years of buttocks that Joyce would relate to. We all clapped him for his brave effort just to be there.

Joyce firstly about a woman in Callipygous garb sashayed down the road past a building site. That caused lack of attention to the job by numerous tradies, who caused havoc by doing silly things, like covering a parked car in concrete it was very good, totally amusing. Secondly how a horse called Banjo had won the cup? He was a pure mountain bred that never gave up and would run until he dropped, ridden by a Jockey called Ginger shot out of the pack like a bolt from the blue and won by a whisker. For her third of the day, Joyce wrote about nightmares in daytime, very good in Melbourne cup month. I have a note that Joyce also did one about summer as well.

Joyce reading Mac’s Bush poem- about drunken rusty Regan being absent with no hope.

Jean recited her poem about the crazy world of hoons on a motorway and the things they do. The surprise (for her) was when she was pulled up by a cop, for only doing 80 when the maximum was 110 and had her licence suspended. Second Poem was about after midnight in Muggins street, it wasn’t me I’ve only had one drink. Ironical but fun, hopefully not real. Jean’s third poem was that she had met a stranger (man) that bent her to his will and she had had a ball. (Fictional of course)

Tom joined us after returning from far distant travels with his usual flowing style described Callipygous as Glutinous Maximus and then went on to tell us about his search through Longreach, Winton and country places by the score, which have signs that say “Mind the Cassowary” “Don’t run them over today”. This was for Tom a mystery as he had never ever seen a Cassowary, didn’t know what they looked like. But then at South Mission Beach saw his first Cassowary (Big Bird) but it was out of reach.
Tom’s second fantasy was about the dangers of hair removal, don’t listen to my screams I’m trying all solutions one of which was some sort of sprout that supposedly caused the hair to shoot out. Tom’s third poem was about a pub that served the nectar of the gods, and about cabs and keys and other things that happen when you’ve had a few.

All in All a great and fun day enjoyed by all, the time just flew and before we knew, it was time to go. Thank you all for your effort towards Callipygous (Kallipugos) both Bob and I thought the effort, and result was great, and enjoyed every minute, Jeff you missed a cracker, but then as you say Irene is a quite the definition of callipygous, really quite a stacker. Do it mate!

Bob and David

Thank you from Irene Jeffrey and Joan the web master.

2014 Themes & Optional First Lines

18/01/2015 1 A New Year
15/02/2015 2 Electronics
15/03/2015 3 Graduation
19/04/2015 4 Australia
17/05/2015 5 Hydroponics
21/06/2015 6 Commonwealth
19/07/2015 7 Music
16/08/2015 8 Gratitude
20/09/2015 9 Computer
18/10/2015 10 Callipygous
15/11/2015 11 Shine
20/12/2015 12 Friends, Family, Love

Optional First Lines

18/01/2015 1 “It is New years day and I rise to state that here on the …..
15/02/2015 2 “Some people are so keen on sport…. ”
15/03/2015 3 “As I lie at rest on a patch of clover…..”
19/04/2015 4 “Endless lanes sunken in the clay……”
17/05/2015 5 “I wandered lonely as a cloud…..”
21/06/2015 6 “ Here I sit in silent Wonder….”
19/07/2015 7 “I piled all the dishes into the sink ….”
16/08/2015 8 “The roads we take on the highway of life….”
20/09/2015 9 “I thought I’d get a new computer…”
18/10/2015 10 “Hold me close and tell me what the world is like……”
15/11/2015 11 “Out of the night that covers me…..”
20/12/2015 12 “With fingers worn and Weary……..”

Bob Dever
"The Mudgeeraba Budgerigar"

Merry Christmas

It’s not too long now, Christmas is almost here
And soon after that, we’ll see in the New Year
This is the season for some cheer and goodwill
Time for resolutions we hope to fulfill

We should resolve to be kind to one and all
Offer some courtesies, either big or small
Life is for living, we surely all know that
So let’s get out there and be ready to bat

Poetry in Paradise is here for us
And our togetherness is such a big plus
Thanks very much Jeffrey for all you have done
In helping to unite each of us as One

Here we can recite and there’s no critiquing
We are applauded when we’ve finished speaking
Then we leave the lectern feeling all aglow
And so together as Poets, we will grow

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year too
To all the poetry members, I thank you
Wishing you all the best and season’s greetings
And here’s to continuing next year’s meetings

(c) Judi Connor Nov 2009


GCCC Library
Cnr Lawson & Garden Streets Southport
Third Sunday every month
1pm - 3.45 pm

Next Poetry Day

1pm to 3:45 pm

Friends, Family, Love

Optional First Line:

“With fingers worn and Weary……..”

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Korean Boys read poetry
Above: Young Boys reading 'Triantiwontigongolope' - CJ Dennis, encouraged by Jeff The Banjo recites at Robina Library
Above: Dave 'The Banjo' Farrer dramatising Banjo Paterson's poetry

Poetry in Paradise

At Poetry in Paradise
I meet my monthly mates
we chat and laugh and spin a yarn
and the atmosphere is, well, great.

Some stick to subjects that are set
Others do what they do well
One never knows what comes to mind
When we ask: “What story can I tell?”

Paper, once blank, begins to fill
As we jot our ideas down
Our pencils take on a life of their own
Our brows, at last, lose their frown

We ponder all the quirks of life
and tell tales, tall and true
of personal things and make believe
Aaah, some of Bob’s are close to blue!

We’re a higgledy-piggledy mob of folk
Who come from all stations in life
But here we’re all equal, we do not judge
If you slip up, you’re never in strife

There’s them who are traditionalists
Writing with rigid metre and rhyme
Hey, it matters not what we recite
We all have a bloody good time

There are purist poems tightly formed
radical free forms and haiku
Limericks, ditties … even songs
There’s no limit to what we can do!

Our names go up on Jeff’s whiteboard
So we’re queued in an orderly line
We listen distractedly until … oops,
Is it me? Is it now my time?

There’s hardly a subject left untouched
On listening, over the years
Sometimes we smile, or we set free a laugh,
While often, we’ve been bought to tears.

On the third Sundee of every month
You’re invited to come through these doors
One thing’s for sure, I guarantee this
At Poetry in Paradise, you’ll never be bored.

© eoin macdhugail august 2013


Hi Jeff,
     I just had to say that I was stunned by some of the poetry today. I thought Bob's "Sign of the Times" was absolutely fantastic.

I initially felt sorry for Joan having to follow such a great piece. But Joan's poem was brilliant too and I was blown away.

On top of that your rendition of the poem on depression in the outback had me hiding the tears. (softie). I wanted to tell you afterwards how good I thought your delivery was but I suppose I might have cracked up, which I know is not acceptable for a bloke in Oz.

There were many more moments there that were memorable and the whole day passed in a blink of the eye which of course had a tear in it.    

Congratulations on the 9 years. I wish I had been with you all earlier. You must be very proud of your achievement.

... Tom Jones

Hi Jeff
I gotta say I really enjoyed today
For something I've never done before
By the end I was craving more

I'll  be back... :)

The Poetic Virgin

I heard about a poetry group
I thought that I may go
Then I wondered who would be there
And now I just don’t know.

Would they all be professionals?
Even though the ad said they are not.

Will they be wearing poetry uniforms?
That’s something I haven’t got.

Will they all be women?
Will they be young or grey?
Are there any men there?
And would they all be gay?

What if my poems are crap
And they all laugh at me?
The ad did say no judging
And the subject theme was free.

Decisions decisions
Are such hard things to make?
Do I be adventurous?
Such a chance should I take?

Bring your friends along it said
Yes come along one and all
You can be a supporter
Or sip your coffee and be enthralled.

Life is such a dilemma
I just don’t know what to do
Just what does a poet look like?

Are they just like me and you?

I guess I’ll just have to front up,
Stick out my chin and stand up tall
ll my questions will be answered
When I walk into that hall.

I’m sure they're all just human
And most will be more nervous than me.
If I’m not brave enough to read something
Then I’ll just smile and drink all of the coffee.

So come along one and all.
Yes! Lets all decide to go.
We’ll see what a poet looks like
Then next time we’ll all know.

(c) Copyright Poetry in Paradise 2004 Trade mark no. 1028534. Jeffrey.N.Goudy Jeff at the Podium
he made for Poetry in Paradise

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