Off season Poetry appreciation.

[mightyrooster]

[QUOTE=Paddo Colt 61;n966006][QUOTE=mightyrooster;

Paddo, I did not mean to be tense or impatient with your shadow The Member. I thought it was obvious that I was referring to your assumption that clearly the & theres those line didnt apply to you. How can you be so sure it doesn't? Maybe I intend for that line to be ambiguous. Its known for Chookpen members to have meltdowns on the game day threads after a loss isn't' it? And we are all guilty of a little whinge every now and then.

With my English grades, you're not aware that I expected a lot of myself and was a very dedicated student. Its possible English was my worst subject because I got above average marks on the others is it not? I was confident in subjects which are fairly black and white such as Science, Maths and Economics. I didn't say I failed English, I was just average at it. A lot of it came down to a lack of confidence and wanting to give the correct answer rather than trying to interpret the text and having enough confidence in my argument to back it up with evidence.


I hope that you never sweat anything that I say to you I'm joshin' most of the time but sarcasm can be hard to resist and I done bad in that regard. I'm perfectly sure that you were/are all those thing you say, it's plain to anyone who reads your posts - your decency.

And you're right, most kids lack confidence, most adults too and, like I said, no one told you it wasn't all about correct answers, it's having a conversation - have you told the kids?

I don't know that it was "meltdown" intensity.

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Thanks Paddo. Not plain to see for everyone on here sadly but thank you. My oldest is a maths ‘genius’ studying computer science at uni. He was a bit like me with English, and decided to put all his energy into the subjects he was very good at -STEM - to maximise his ATAR. My daughter is more creative and is very good in visual arts subjects. Only a few months to go for her now. I’m very proud of both of them.

[mightyrooster]

Because I love the ocean. I thought I would share a poem about it here I do hope it meets with Zacs and even PCs approval

The Ocean


BY NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE
The Ocean has its silent caves,

Deep, quiet, and alone;

Though there be fury on the waves,

Beneath them there is none.


The awful spirits of the deep

Hold their communion there;

And there are those for whom we weep,

The young, the bright, the fair.


Calmly the wearied seamen rest

Beneath their own blue sea.

The ocean solitudes are blest,

For there is purity.


The earth has guilt, the earth has care,

Unquiet are its graves;

But peaceful sleep is ever there,

Beneath the dark blue waves.

Nice.

[Paddo Colt 61]

A kind of elegy for Fishermen with not a lot of poetic merit it needs to be said. But thank you for taking the trouble AW it might mark a new dawn for this long suffering tread.

A surfer are we Andy or is the love of the ocean confined to topless beaches or shamelessly lounging around in the n-u-u-de ever the attention seeker?

[Andrew Walker]

A kind of elegy for Fishermen with not a lot of poetic merit it needs to be said. But thank you for taking the trouble AW it might mark a new dawn for this long suffering tread.

A surfer are we Andy or is the love of the ocean confined to topless beaches or shamelessly lounging around in the n-u-u-de ever the attention seeker?

Used to surf every day when living on the Gold Coast but single parenting a young child put paid to that some years back. Spend a lot of time at the beach though and as my Daughter gets older and my life changes I’m getting more time to get out in the surf. Do not fret PC I have plenty more poems and my very own limericks still to share. I enjoy the wild mood swings the latter creates in this thread. Here is a poem about surfing

Ode To Surfing

By Jacques R

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Oh surfing you bring me joy
You are better than a shiny new toy!
You make me feel as free as a bird,
Like I’m floating on a soft, fluffy cloud.
You give me energy and make me feel alive,
A rush of adrenaline invades my soul!

The soft swooshing sound of the surf,
Crystal blue water spraying on my cheeks, salt on my tongue,
The warm rays of the golden sun on my back and
A cool breeze rushing through my hair!

Surfing, you take my stress away and
I’m in the moment every day.
The waves are crashing, surfers are laughing,
Seagulls are screeching and lifesavers are shouting.
But I hear nothing - I am in my own heaven.
Surfing you are all I need!

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[Paddo Colt 61]

[QUOTE=zac: from japan

our mind is like
a puppet show:
when a devil
pushes itself forward,
an angel will bide its time.

That is certainly my experience especially when stoned and raking over past behaviour. The poem is spare but meaningful, reflecting the simplicity of Japanese philosophy and culture and not unlike the Haiku form.

Here's my favourite Haiku with an Aussie context -

I opened a window
To let two big blowflies out
And three more flew in.

[zac]

Because I love the ocean. I thought I would share a poem about it here I do hope it meets with Zacs and even PCs approval

The Ocean


BY NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE
The Ocean has its silent caves,

Deep, quiet, and alone;

Though there be fury on the waves,

Beneath them there is none.


The awful spirits of the deep

Hold their communion there;

And there are those for whom we weep,

The young, the bright, the fair.


Calmly the wearied seamen rest

Beneath their own blue sea.

The ocean solitudes are blest,

For there is purity.


The earth has guilt, the earth has care,

Unquiet are its graves;

But peaceful sleep is ever there,

Beneath the dark blue waves.

hehe. done good

[zac]

our mind is like
a puppet show:
when a devil
pushes itself forward,
an angel will bide its time.

That is certainly my experience especially when stoned and raking over past behaviour. The poem is spare but meaningful, reflecting the simplicity of Japanese philosophy and culture and not unlike the Haiku form.

Here's my favourite Haiku with an Aussie context -

I opened a window
To let two big blowflies out
And three more flew in.

it's a good poem for thinking of the past - i think it's saying when the devils come out don't believe that they'll be there permanently.

[Paddo Colt 61]

[QUOTE=Andrew Walker;

Used to surf every day when living on the Gold Coast but single parenting a young child put paid to that some years back. Spend a lot of time at the beach though and as my Daughter gets older and my life changes I'm getting more time to get out in the surf. Do not fret PC I have plenty more poems and my very own limericks still to share. I enjoy the wild mood swings the latter creates in this thread. Here is a poem about surfing

Ode To Surfing

[By Jacques
Oh surfing you bring me joy,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

On a first reading I'd say that Jacques has a ways to go yet but you aspiring poets should be encouraged and I am delighted to hear that you have more in store for us.
Just a gentle reminder that the thread is really not about creating mood swings, not ones of that type anyway. I'm aiming for a little more dignity in the posts since we have reached a new dawn after faltering there for a while. Don't get me wrong, at your best your word choices flow like honey - the Ode to MR brought tears to my eyes - but there is a wise saying when it comes to poetry lovers' contributions - less is more.

[Paddo Colt 61]

[QUOTE=zac;
it's a good poem for thinking of the past - i think it's saying when the devils come out don't believe that they'll be there permanently.

True enough Zac but is not the phrase "will bide its time" central to the meaning? He's not hurrying to the rescue so you're gonna need to deal the devils for a bit before that happens. That's my experience and I suspect most people's.

Why don't we hear from surfer/philosopher/poet Walker on this one? There's, admittedly, not a lot of mood swinging opportunities on offer but surely there are years of contemplation astride the Malibu that might be tapped.

[Andrew Walker]

[QUOTE=Paddo Colt 61;n966299][QUOTE=Andrew Walker;

Used to surf every day when living on the Gold Coast but single parenting a young child put paid to that some years back. Spend a lot of time at the beach though and as my Daughter gets older and my life changes I'm getting more time to get out in the surf. Do not fret PC I have plenty more poems and my very own limericks still to share. I enjoy the wild mood swings the latter creates in this thread. Here is a poem about surfing

Ode To Surfing

[By Jacques
Oh surfing you bring me joy,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

On a first reading I'd say that Jacques has a ways to go yet but you aspiring poets should be encouraged and I am delighted to hear that you have more in store for us.
Just a gentle reminder that the thread is really not about creating mood swings, not ones of that type anyway. I'm aiming for a little more dignity in the posts since we have reached a new dawn after faltering there for a while. Don't get me wrong, at your best your word choices flow like honey - the Ode to MR brought tears to my eyes - but there is a wise saying when it comes to poetry lovers' contributions - less is more.

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The surfing poem was written by a thirteen year old boy So yes young Jacques does have a fair way to go.

You must remember PC that I told you in your wonderful thread about the last of the Paddington push in the 60s I grew up very much on the streets rough and tumble where the language was course Most of My limericks are a reflection of this To put it in very simple terms for you to understand. You can take the boy out of Paddington but you cannot take the Paddington out of the boy. I do have a wonderful one for your good Rupert rag loving friend Jaxxy but for now it will keep.

[Paddo Colt 61]

[QUOTE=Andrew Walker; Paddo Colt

The surfing poem was written by a thirteen year old boy So yes young Jacques does have a fair way to go.

You must remember PC that I told you in your wonderful thread about the last of the Paddington push in the 60s I grew up very much on the streets rough and tumble where the language was course Most of My limericks are a reflection of this To put it in very simple terms for you to understand. You can take the boy out of Paddington but you cannot take the Paddington out of the boy. I do have a wonderful one for your good Rupert rag loving friend Jaxxy but for now it will keep.

Thanks for makin' me feel bad about the kid but a bad poem is a bad poem and I'm a hard marker, ask MR.

So your poems are really serious AW? I seeee.....and they reflect a street life growing up? Well I must say that I'd not previously seen that connection but I'll certainly have clearer view going forward. You young talents need encouraging. Thank you for sharing.

And the Paddo thing, interesting.

[Andrew Walker]

[QUOTE=Paddo Colt 61;n966306][QUOTE=Andrew Walker; Paddo Colt

The surfing poem was written by a thirteen year old boy So yes young Jacques does have a fair way to go.

You must remember PC that I told you in your wonderful thread about the last of the Paddington push in the 60s I grew up very much on the streets rough and tumble where the language was course Most of My limericks are a reflection of this To put it in very simple terms for you to understand. You can take the boy out of Paddington but you cannot take the Paddington out of the boy. I do have a wonderful one for your good Rupert rag loving friend Jaxxy but for now it will keep.

Thanks for makin' me feel bad about the kid but a bad poem is a bad poem and I'm a hard marker, ask MR.

So your poems are really serious AW? I seeee.....and they reflect a street life growing up? Well I must say that I'd not previously seen that connection but I'll certainly have clearer view going forward. You young talents need encouraging. Thank you for sharing.

And the Paddo thing, interesting.

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No you have misunderstood PC The limericks are not serious as such However the humour
subject matters or should I say the vulgarity of some are a product of the environment I lived in as a kid and teen. Hence the analogy used which is one part I’m sure you clearly do understand. I sincerely hope this clears up any misunderstanding from your end

[Andrew Walker]

There was a man whose name was Jack
who was useless in the sack
he was a lard
who could not get hard
and no girl he got ever came back

[zac]

True enough Zac but is not the phrase "will bide its time" central to the meaning? He's not hurrying to the rescue so you're gonna need to deal the devils for a bit before that happens. That's my experience and I suspect most people's.

nothing wrong with a bit of artificial stimulation but i don't think this poem is embracing getting stoned as a way of dealing with the demons. you're thinking cypress hill

[Andrew Walker]

There was a man named PC
who thought he was an oracle on poetry
he sat there with a smirk
as he critiqued others work
But deep inside he thought I want that to be me