Poetry report poem October 2015
The monthly theme was rough, some people thought it tough
Others thought it was just too hard to try
I wrote a poem for Manya’s Mum, it sounded a little glum
both Manya and myself shared a little cry
Bob was ready for
a good time, as he wrote about the shine
He was really cursing looking for some word
He had a little wine, whined about finding rhyme
Then complained that life is just too absurd
He wrote about his dying mate, who was about to meet his fate
As he was crawling slowly down the stairs
His wife had sealed his doom twas lookin pretty gloom
He soon found out much she really cares
There was an elderly couple at the table looking pretty able
As they shared one lonely dinner on a plate
It was not a dementia adventure as they only had one denture
And she thought his after bite was great
Joan was talking
about a shine one of a truly different kind
Ross was there to guide her in the bush
They went out to Rubyvale and probably shared and ale
Joan could live there and doesn’t need a push
Joan spoke of a preacher whose truthfulness did reach her
While she sat and listened inside his church
He used his journey as an example his troubles had been ample
Never once did his faith leave him in the lurch
Graham really did
deliver with the Man from Snowy River
He spoke it like it was he riding in between
He took us to that mountain place with a smile upon his face
Then he went and tried to cut it green
Jean is one who
never fails and she travelled from New South Wales
To let us know what a great party you all missed
Her friends numbered eighty and the birthday cake was weighty
Jasmine and Steve making sure that she was kissed
The police caught a burglar Jean helped him down the gurgler
She felt sneaky just like an undercover spy
Jean helped to plant the seed that sent him on his crooked deed
And it started from her simple great big lie
Young Harry Dales life was over in the Ballad of the Drover
Banjo called with a
tear inside his voice
Rover and the young lad sank not too far from the muddy bank
While someone loved him and regrets his choice
Great poems you can recycle just like Mulga Bill and his Bi cycle
The story goin round near Dead Mans Creek
With a dash too much of pride braggin theres nuthin he couldn’t
ride
He was left red faced from creek to cheek
Bob had four poems
in his recital and I could list every title
Like ecstasy he shared inside another’s soul
An ode a verse and a perfect sonnet Bob was really on it
He knows his poetry with words he can control
Sue said do not
worry for sometimes it’s too late to say sorry
You have to have faith within yourself
Sue knows what feels right like holding your babies every night
Love is the best thing for your health
Manya spoke of the
love for her mother and for one other
Opening her heart with a tear filled eye
Then she really got jacked when her system it got hacked
She was left really wondering “oh why”?
Judi was quite rational,
for her poetry has gone international
Quoting her words from heavenly hymns
She wrote about life and how not to get caught up in any strife
To love and not take flight on fancy whims
John only had the
one poem having written it on his own
Waking from a coma just like a dream
All the Aussie animals he could see and he wanted to be free
With eyes closed the bush could be seen
Joyce’s poem was
full of grandeur written by a true FN Qldr
The infamous cheeky ol’skinner Mr Mac
Joyce recited his poem for his knees had him laid up at home
He was bludging and reckons he’ll soon be back
Joyce said she
doesn’t shine but she did once in her prime
It was playing the game that they call tennis
Then when she got older she got balls and a little bolder
With a golf club she became a flamin menace
She asked Mac do not forget me with your arms please protect me
Never back down nor act out like a whuus
Always be there to love and to place no other up above
Hold me close just like you’re an octopus
Tracey wrote on the
beauty of the sorrow in the promise of tomorrow
Inspired by a friend who looked so sad
He had lost his wife and his heart was now down and in strife
She reminded him of the love that they had
Ted had a cheeky
look as he self promoted his new book
Then he pondered on the lies we tell the youth
The little boy was crying to find Granddad he was trying
He was dead and they wouldn’t tell the truth
If your troubles are ninety plus nine, well you can still shine
If you shoulder in with all your might
When you’re scared and in the dark your fears you must park
Remember God is always on the side of right
Alan told the tale
of human dramas with no mention of any lamas
How little things can take you back where you were born
A flat in a country town the sign in an old post office closing
down
Hemingways “Baby shoes size two never worn”.
Kathy came back to
the group havin a break from her travelling loop
She recited “Watt Luck” another poem by Mac
It contained no gloom as it was inspired by a doctor’s room
We were all pleased to have our Kathy back
Her second poem she did deliver kind words about her lovely river
A peaceful spot that at times is just so still
Smooth stones and wattle flowers she has idled there many hours
Her grandson loves it there and always will
Lyn liked the
shine of the moon above the warmth inside love
The glow she used to get upon her shoes
The shinny diamond on her finger the memories do linger
Then in love sometimes you still can lose
Hold me close was the theme and she is living in a dream
The days ahead are filled with sunny weather
For she never thought she’d find a man so loving and so kind
Two wonderful years now they have been together
Roger was last to
recite and he told us of his forty hour flight
never again does he wants to see ol Cornwall
Though she looks good in her PJ’s he misses pammy and her ways
He was so glad to be back here with us all
Roger stood up proud
and bold as he told of men that dig for gold
And the terrible fate that fell Tom McKay
He saw the Min Min light across the desert on a lonely night
While the dingo’s howled where his body lay.
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