Poetry in ParadiseEstablished 9 years
The Gold Coast's ONLY non critiquing or judgmental
The Poetry in Paradise Group
Below - Some of the Poets
Book of Poems
'Poems from Poetry in Paradise' is a record of poetry read/recited at each meeting. The cost to members is $2.50. Please pre-order if you want extra copies, or if you did not attend the previous P.I.P meeting and present at least one poem. Next editiion will be September 2013.
From Jeff November 2013
The day started with beautiful weather and I arrived at the library early for a change!! We had several requests to cancel the afternoon due to certain people not being able to make it but we went ahead and somehow managed to battle on and we made it through the day without 'The Banjo', Kathy, Vincent, Eoin, Alex, Sandra, Marta & David, Robyn, Gloria, Cathy and Rod. We still managed twenty poets on the day and two new poets that both recited pretty high quality poems. It is still trial and error with the new microphone but most agree the sound delivery is far improved over the stand microphone. I’ll keep trying to find a way of clasping that it on that suits the majority. The optional theme was “The Future” and the first line was “My community is…………………..”
Bob’s first poem was titled “My Community”, Glenwood Park sounds like the place to live after hearing Bob’s descriptive poem about the genuine community spirit in his street, a move he and Carlene were at first reluctant to make. One they now are so happy they decided to take the chance as they have genuine “block off the street parties” and every lights up their house. His second poem was a sentiment shared by many as he explained in verse that he never expected to live this long. Bob closed the day with an excellent “Rap” poem with a Granddad rapping to and fro with his Grandson, very funny mate.
Joan’s first poem was a lovely parody of “My Way” titled “No Regrets” it was rewrite of the song lyric turning it into a very positive message that everyone agreed was a good one. Joan’s second poem was titled “Laughter what is it?” Joan shared with us all the times in her life when laughter was indeed the best medicine, from her time with Toastmaster’s to movies songs and shows like Spicks and Specks ending up with the laughs we have all shared at P.I.P.
Judy is always first to arrive after me and always helps to set up the room with much appreciation. Judi recited her poem on the theme “My Community” turning it into a positive story of all that is good on the Gold Coast, in her life and how much she is loved and loves. Her second poem “The Future” reminded us of all that is precious to us and that we must take very opportunity we get to live life to the fullest. Be brave be truthful and at every chance you get, to be nice.
Daniel came along for the second time and this time he recited two really excellent poems, the first was “Kipling’s bet” and was different version of what may have happened on the road to Mandalay. Daniel’s second poem was titled “The Stick” hew was inspired with the words when watching his own son’s playing by the edge of a creek using the sticks a swords lasers and guns, it reminded him of his own youth and playing games like “Cowboy’s and Indians”. Both poets were very well received and Daniel assures he will be back next month to join in again.
Allen's poem was inspired by the A.B Patterson poem “The Bill of Ages” as wrote on the whole world as a community as with the WWW we can now see in an instant what happens in every corner of the globe, he wrote of the hero’s in life the everyday people that manage to touch the whole world with what at first appears to be a small gesture. He spoke of people such as Rosa Parks standing up to “Jim Crows law” in 1955 and being arrested for not giving up her seat on a bus on her way home work, to a white Man. Shabana Basij-Rasikh the 22 yo lady daring to promote and give education to females in Afghanistan when she could be killed just for daring to want to learn. His second poem was a very funny tale of an angry wife searching for a missing husband while out shopping, only to find out when she calls his mobile that he was proudly, in the pub!!
David has become one of our new regulars and he is writing some really good poetry as well, his first poem was “Sob Sob Sob” and told the plight of the “Bilbly” from 1000 years ago to 2013; how the poor little fellas are close to extinction without help. His second poem was titled “Now and Then” and he reminded us how our parents generation survived with much less ‘stuff’ then we have and the next generation should learn to get along with less and stop always asking for more and for faster faster.
Mac wrote on the theme sharing that his community is where he lives amongst 230 units and by the side of a golf course, his community is paradise and his princess is always by his side the irrepressible Joyce; closing with stating life is good and he never has to live on his knee’s. His second poem was titled “Future” and he pondered on whether it is going to be better than the past as to date it has all been pretty good.
Joyce started the afternoon with a four line pearler asking whether I met new poets and viewed them as potential friends or potential patients. Her second poem was funnier than the first and as she introduced us to Morg and Ong a cave couple five thousand years ago comically pondering on their future. Joyce’s second poem was about a restaurant that I hope I never have to go to where the male waiters have a piece of string hanging out of their pant zipper,( I’m not sure about the females) the string is for……………….
Trish recited her poem about ‘Life Love & Me’ sharing some of her highs and lows across five different continents and many lustrous, careers, a wonderful wife, a fantastic cook, an excellent golfer, a brilliant photographer and everything from a beautiful Princess to a daft cow; we all agreed on every description except the last as Trish is truly one of the beautiful people within our group.
Margeret and Ray join every month and as Ray does brilliant sketched portraits of the poets, Margeret recites her wonderful poetry. Her first poem was a very bright and clear descriptive poem narrating a pebbles journey through life in on and under the creek bed of a beautiful clear flowing creek. Margeret’s second poem ‘The Secret of Life’ had us bobbing up and down on a journey across the oceans of our lives.
Roger and Pretty Pam the Pom joined us after another adventure on the sea. Roger recited a poem about when he was younger and he worked as a cabin boy on mighty sailing ship, he saw a red light and he thought he might but then there was a fight and it went bright then they lost the light the rum was right and they reefed themselves that night. His second poem I thought at first was a self titled piece, ‘Flathead’ but I was wrong it turned out to be a really nice poem about a once a year fishing contest and how ‘Ol Jeremiah’ hung around and nibbled but was smart enough not to bite and he lives on to this very day undisturbed by anglers and their tasty danglers!!
Ted shared his thoughts on the future and told of his visit to ‘Vanity Fair Circus’ as he spoke with great excitement of the fortune tellers the gypsies the festivities chess games and all the things possible in the days to come and mystery there in.
Tom sat alone leaning on a rock on Mars last week when he penned the strange but true story he told of black fogs (or was it frogs) Martian spiders, cold sweats and hours spent staring at new moons. His second poem was an experience we have endured and for some reason will probably endure again, the dreaded “School Reunion” walking round thinking who are all these old people and what happened to my real class mates?? Why are there always paper plates and where do they find such stale sausage rolls and such tiny prawns. His reunion ended well with a beautiful lady inviting him by name to skip off to the pub for quiet one, turns out she was the ugly duckling at school.
Judy had a crazy week like the rest of us feelings God’s wrath with daily thunderstorms and then seeing on TV the mother of all storms in the Philippines; her week ended with the news of the labor party becoming Rudderless. Her second poem was a staving husbands plea to his Mum to let him move back home after his wife started to go to work and no longer cooked any dinner for the poor man; how much he misses her wonderful cooking and she might not recognize him for his now so thin.
Graham put in another great effort with reciting his poetry and did himself proud. Due to cataracts he cant read to well so I recited one of his very funny poems about a golfing incident and over helpful but very nice nurse attempts at delivering first aid.
Hillary joined us as a new poet after moving down from Brisbane a few months ago. Her first poem was the tale of a world below the pontoon outside her waterfront home, a lady with a crab pot, an old Chinese man with his mullet net and a young man learning to cast for the first time and somehow launching a chair. Her second poem was a very descriptive recollection of wild birds flying into feed at her bird feeder and the noisy commotion and chaos that come with them shattering the silence then once again suddenly returning it to her back yard.
Jean made a much-welcomed return to our group after an absence of more than a year with the relocation of her life to God’s country NSW. Her poem on the community was the introduction to us of her new home and new lifestyle and by the smile on her face and the joy in her words she has made the right move!!! Her second poem was about the future and was a very positive uplifting poem as she told of her exploits in the Bush Walking club and her very proud nomination of best actress in South East Queensland. Well done Jean and good to see you back.
Kathy sent her proxy along and he looked a lot like that fella called Roger, he recited ‘Vila Perfecta’ another sailing poem but one with a much happier ending, supposedly based on a true story about a bunch of oldies in the Whitsunday’s, but as it mentions Roger is a sailor beyond compare we are not too sure on the facts.
Manya recited a poem she wrote in 1965 during the time of the Vietnam War and it was a very powerful message on the stupidity and cruelty of such senseless human behavior. Manya’s second poem was a beautiful piece titled ‘Gentle Blue Eyes’ and was a dedication to love.
Thank you everyone for a great afternoon. Next month is the 15/12/13 same time same place different face different pace. Irene and I hope to see everyone for the last recital of 2013. Enjoy the start of summer and sadly it is only five weeks to Christmas, my how time does fly!!! Don’t forget to send your poems to Joan to be in the December edition of our collection of original works.
Take care always, Jeffrey Irene Bob Eoin and Joan the “Webmaster”.
REMINDER: Last Poetry Club Meeting for 2013 December 15th
Australia Day 26th January 2014
Poetry in Paradise has been invited to provide poetry from 10am to 3 pm or 4pm at the Australia Day Celebrations put on by the GCCC at Evandale Parklands, if it is sunny and busy, probably on the hour or half hour. The challenge is being put out to learn one or two poems so you can recite them from membory.
January 20th – Tradition
February 17th – What is love?
Optional First Lines
January 20th – The nectar of the Gods was…
February 17th – Mates, you know they…
March 17th – I’ll never forget…
April 21st – On my to-do list is…
May 19th – The end of the rainbow is…
June 16th – What makes me laugh is…
July -21st – It’s over before…
August – 18th- At Poetry in Paradise…
September 15th – A friend is someone that…
October-20th – Money can’t buy happiness…
November 17th – My Community is…
"The Mudgeeraba Budgerigar"
Banjo's Campfire 2012
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