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Poetry in Paradise 2014

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

Established 10 years

The Poetry in Paradise Group
December 2013 Poetry in Paradise 2013

Below - Some of the Poets

Poets in Paradise June 2013

Poetry in Paradise June 2013


Poetry in Paradise Happy Birthday Congratulations to Jeff the Poet for Nine Years of Poetry in Paradise. He has been our enthusiastic and totally committed 'illustrious leader' for all of this time, despite personal and work challenges and leading a very busy life. Jeff deserves a medal for how he has nurtured the club and helped it to grow into such a wonderful haven for poets and poetry. ... Joan Small (webmaster and poet)

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.

Mudgeeraba State School Poetry

Thank you to Bob Kathy and Banjo for a great afternoon of entertainment and education. We all learnt a lot from an enthusiastic group of inspired little poets. Some amazing poems were written and every child stood at the microphone and recited their poems!! Several parents made it along and many siblings as well. Probably 50 people at the peak!!! Hopefully the teacher Kelly can inspire some parents to bring the children to our group one Sunday and they can have the first 30 minutes to recite their poems to us all, fingers crossed!! Thanks for doing the whole group proud, Jeff

 



Campfire Poetry



Dave 'The Banjo' Poetry in Paradise Campfire


Poetry in Paradise Report for September 2014

Several poets enjoyed a birthday in September including myself. I had time off after the last meeting and went away with my beautiful fiancé. On return we moved house and with other commitments for the first time in ten years my report is weeks late, oh well like Ned said, “Such is life”. A short version this month and October will hopefully be back to normal.

Our meeting started with apologies from a few poets unable to attend and Jean sent a note giving us permission to soldier on without her, if we could. We had a few new poets as well, firstly Dr Strum alias Bob Strum a recent arrival to the GC, he drove all the way from Robina twice, just to recite with us and was welcomed with resounding applause. Secondly was the lovely Marina & Bram a couple of true character’s that perform around the GC at nursing homes etc and even made it on to Australia Got Talent, they are both coming back with new poems this month. Angel shared 2 poems and also stated she would return this month. Nick came along just to listen and was thoroughly entertained.

The optional theme for the month was “Suspense” and the optional first line was “The Angelic child……………..”. Bob started the day off well in his usual Aussie way and has us laughing along with him, his second poem was equally entertaining and he closed the day with some limericks about “us” poets.

Joan shared her personal journey with an Angelic child and recited her poem about her son “Tadpole” and his struggle with being born 2lb 12oz and how is now a wonderful Man, Father and Son. Her second poem was tilted “Treasures through Time” and was well received, she closed her recital with a poem she was taught at 7 years of age that intriduced her elocution.

Gloria shared her tale of ‘Breakfast at Bens’ and took us an emotional roller coaster ride with a happy ending. Her second poem was about “RE” at school and the rebirth of a colorful Budgie care of a wonderful Mum.

Judi wrote two excellent and fresh poems on both themes and enjoyed sharing them with us and we all enjoyed her recital. Judi reassured us that we all know an Angelic child and that life is full o suspense and that is the spice that keeps it interesting.

Graham educated us all with a memory-improving lesson and most people did pretty well. He then recited a very funny poem about marriage and his second poem was a great recital of “IF” by Rudyard Kipling, his third poem was about Old Bill’s struggle with the jar when trying to get his new young wife in the family way.

Trish shared her witty poem “Friends long gone”, about a dear old friend that came to stay and then would not go away and more than wore out his welcome. Her second poem was her own poem a rework of “If”; Trish was inspired to recite it after listening to Grahams recital. Her third poem was “Rainbow in my hand”, and it old of how close she came to getting the elusive pot of gold.

Banjo recited his heartfelt poem about the day he ‘came off’ his trusty iron steed, and how God willing he is still here to share it with us. His second poem was a great rendition of an AB Patterson classic, “Andy the Roustabout”. His third poem was written by Isobel Marion Dorothea Mackellar and he did her memory proud with his performance of “My Country”

Alan continued the second half of the poem written by the Australian Journalist Phillip Adams “I love this bloody country”. Alan’s second poem was up to his usual high standard with comedy and twists and everyone enjoyed his tale of footy ruckus and noisy supporters and the fan hitting the shhh….”

Margaret recited another chapter in her lovely mystical poem from her ‘story’ while Ray sketched beside her; it included kings maids and courtiers and was tilted “The Scroll”.

Eoin let it rip with one of his great political attacks on the current monkeys in Canberra and spoke their heartless ‘out of touch with the man in the street politics’ and how the two major parties are basically eating out of the same trough and bathing in similar swill. His second poem was by that ever so famous author “Anon”, titled the “Crabby Old Man” and tells the story of what a nurse sees in the bed and what the man sees in the nurse.

Joyce told us about her “Week from hell” and shared her tale of woe with useless Doctors, back pains, internet faults, TV’s on the blink, buggered remotes, cat wee, cranky husbands, drunken cars hitting garage doors and topped wit off with a positive spin when she won ten bucks on lotto!! Her second poem was about a naughty little boy that went bad but was then saved by an Angel and forgiven.

Mac also wrote on the themes and shared two great poems, his first was a nice one about children and his second was funny one about the suspense involved in playing golf!!

Bob/ Dr Strum recited some of his own poetry, four well-written poems with deep meanings and the first was “I dreamt of being a car”, the second “The power of love”, the third “Musing in the womb” and the fourth was “Notes from a Parish Review”.

Marina can sing in front of thousands of people but just like the rest of us she got the ‘nerves’ when reciting her own poem to an audience; she soldiered on did a great job as she told the first poem she ever memorized and it was about selling lemonade and the cat’s interference with the solution sold.

Bram was inspired by his wifes performance and recited a little poem was well.

Angel recited the Lewis Carol poem “Jabberwocky”, and did it justice with a sound performance, her second poem was one she penned herself about her prayers to a friend in the hospitals ICU.

Nick stayed to the end and enjoyed the whole afternoon of poetry and fun.

See you all on the 19th of October, optional theme is “Lightening strikes” and optional first line is “I had a favourite pet it was……………..”. bye for now from Jeff and Irene

Take care and be nice, Jeffrey and Irene and the Poets in Paradise.

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2014 Themes

January: 19th – Roads.
February: 16th – Princess.
March: 16th – Farm Life.
April: 27th – Rhabdonmantist.
(Note: Do not look up 'Rhabdonmantist')
May: 18th – Three score and ten.

June: 15th – Sunshine.
July: 20th – What now?
August: 17th – The Race.
September: 21st – Suspense.
October: 19th – Lightning Strikes.
November: 16th – Robots.
December: 21st – What is love?

Optional First Lines

January: I was just being me …………………………………
February: A sting in the tail………………………………………
March: I never should have………………………………………
April: My hinkumbooby was…………………………………….
(Note: Do not look up what a 'hinkumbooby' is!)
May: Laughter is the best medicine, it will………………
June: Softly she trod o’er the damp grass………………
July: The best/worst thing I ever caught was…………
August: Can I last that long I just…………………………………
September: The angelic child……………………………………………
October: Around the corner you will find………………………

November: I had a favourite pet, it was ...................
Speaking of unusual toys, last year I received ...........

Bob Dever
"The Mudgeeraba Budgerigar"

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?
Joan Small
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

 

 

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

Next Poetry Day

Next Poetry Meeting
October 19th
(3rd Sunday) 2014
1pm to 3:45 pm

Theme:October: 19th – Lightning Strikes.
Optional First Line:
October: Around the corner you will find……

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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


Testimonials

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
Wi
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