Jolly Poems for the Month of July

Following poems are on subject that is “Hobby”.

 

Gary Stevens

 

Wandering and Wondering in the Garden

 

 

Excuse me, I beg your pardondaisydaisy

I would like to tell you

That is a beautiful garden

 

Thank you, that is kind

Spending time in the garden

Is good for the mind

 

Pushing your fingers in the mud

Helps circulate your blood

Different names for the flowers

Keeps your busy for hours

 

You’ll always see’em women’s names

Poppy, Bluebell, Iris, Tulip and Daisy

No men’s names

It’s driving me crazy

 

 

 

Aaron Pilgrim

My Hobby Job

 

Some artists think of painting as a jobhobby job

I like to think it’s my hobby

And not just a way of making a few bob

If you work in something you enjoy

You never have to work; and boy

That is a good thing indeed!

 

So take up a hobby

You never know

It might become your job

 

 

 

Charlie Brown

I Like Reading

I like readingbookworm

Be it poetry,

Non-fiction, fiction

Or reading papers

Generally

 

Take in most

Of the information

But some have to read, read

Over and over again,

Never used to be my thing

But now

I can’t think without it!

 

 

 

Sasha Dee

Hobby Horse

When I was littlehobby horse

Li’l as a toddler

My father bought me

A Hobby Horse

 

It was brown with white mane

And red rein

I liked touch its curls

And hold its bridle

 

It rocked to and froe

And sitting astride

On it I laughed with joy

And rocking it fast

All clapping around me

And I kicking it with force

 

Suddenly the horse and I

Slipped together and

The wood of the horse

Hit me on the head

I cried and cried

And never ride

 

And even after grown up

And had opportunity to ride on the horse

I kept away from the horse riding lessons.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

June 2015 Poems “A Cats Twenty Two”

Catch-22 is a satirical novel by the American author Joseph Heller. He began writing it in 1953; the novel was first published in 1961.

So the CoolTan Arts show takes the inspiration of sataricalness and uses the slightly changed name Cats-22 and launch an exhibition in their gallery that looks at the cats and cats looking at

Tom & Gerry              Catoon-cat-01

Sasha Dee

 

Tom was a tomcat and. His real name was Thomas

He was territorial and always

Had his tail swinging and purred that sounded like a whimper

 

And Gerry was a lap dog and her real name was Geraldine

She was a fluffy decorative poodle dog

And occasionally barked that sounded like a sob                   Gerry-dog

 

They should be living happily as their one time actress owner

Pampered over, love and best food that money could buy.

 

But for Gerry the life was very difficult

(Whenever the Lady of the House

Went out partying as she was a party girl

And was in high demand from likely friends)

 

Tom was up to his game and in his elements

He would slowly purr that would go on increasing

In volume like a broken record stuck on the needle

And Gerry would become restless and get sucked

Into the corner of the plush cushioned settee and

Keep trembling with near nervous break down

 

Then Tom would jump down from its soft basket

And mew that would sound like a cry of a buzzer

 

And Gerry would be restless come out of the corner

And run hither and thither trying to jumping down

But would not make as Tom would wander down

Like a marching roman soldier with his spiky spear

Poor Gerry would be sweating her tongue lolling out

Dripping saliva and wetting the soft cushion

And eventually leaping down and running down

And hiding in the wardrobe that would have left open

 

And every time the lady of the house found her in the state

She realized the naughty behaviour of Tom

So she fixed a collar around Gerry that would react

To the sound of purring and mewing of Tom

Into a loud roar of a tiger then it become the turn

Of Tom to shake with nervousness and whimper

Go back quietly to its basket and sleep with “z”

With its tail all curled around making him into a ball!

 

 

A Cat on the Fiddle and Its Progress

Sasha Dee           on-the-fiddle-marjorie-mclean

 

A cat

Sat and sat

Sat, sat, sat and sat

Until he went into the catnap

In his snooze

He was hallucinated

And saw

Himself

As the part of that famous painting

Of Van Gough’s bedroom

And lying on that chair

Catching forty winks

 

It had a few “z”

And his head sucked in his neck

And paws drawn in making

Himself just like a

Woolly ball

 

And felt the night fall fell

All around him and he saw

Cats on wings flying around

Naked like the wicked statue of

Eros with his bow and arrow

Shooting him from all directions

And some catty cat feline

Stark naked caressing him

With her feather of wings

And like a fairy flying around

And stroking its tail and snuffling

With heavy breathing

 

The cat found that was dangerous

And he was going to be all tied up

He wanted to break all bonds

And be free as a bird

 

And a colonel cat with the thick

And long whiskers

Came to his aid as if

A real cat’s whiskers

And brought him down to the earth

 

And he saw a huge figure like a lion

A catbluuuuuuuuu shining like a demon

It was so frightening that

The Cat fell down into a flowerpot

And got all its hair stood likes spikes

That was a hair rising experience for the little cat

 

Then he saw himself multiplied in many frames

A catalogue of Andy Warhol of himself

Like those Heinze Means Beanz tins or

The King Elvis Presley or Merlyn Monroe

 

That made him very dizzy

And he saw the red eyes of cat-woman

And yelled from the root of his stomach

And woke up from his hallucination

 

He realized that it was because of

His nightly raid on the dustbin and wastage area where

He found an half vomited LSD tablet

And that he chewed up!

 

Huff, Puff and Stuff

 

Huff, puff and stuff

The scary cat Dog

Scared of a cat,

Thou shall not pass

I’m the master of

What you think you are.

Man’s best friend

Can’t fend for himself

While masters away,

Whereas I sit proud

While you cower beside

Like jelly, not setting

Like Jelly on a Plate

Charlie Browne

Mans Best Friend

Dogs dinner,

Dog and bone,

Dogs knackers,

Dogs body,

I could go on

Dear friend,

Dear Cat but

Know you’re envious

The cat that got the cream

The cat that sat on the mat

But ultimately

You’re only a cat, and I,

I’m man’s best friend Charlie Browne

A Cats Tail

Great To be a cat

Lying around

In the Midday sun,

Nothin’ a doing

Chasing some string

Around the empty house.

A creek here

A creek there

Scrambling about,

Should really investigate

It’s their domain

It’s their patch.

Then out of the corner

of the “CATS EYES”

A blur of grey

A tiny shadow of a figure

Had the audacity

So watch this space.

Quick as a flash

Like a praying Mantis

The cat pounces,

Then back to the string

With a tail hanging out

The side of the cat’s mouth

 

Charlie Browne

 

 

Cooltown Cats

 

It’s Coolhome for a space cat,

Yes, that’s the place where it’s at-

I love my furry four legged friends

It’s lovely to watch how he bends

They come from way up there,

And landed here as part of a dare,

It was a wicked thing I must say,

When I tried to drown poor pussy I did,

I lifted the barrel, and opened the lid,

It went under-giving a mighty squeal,

A sound so loud it was not real.

The cat keeper caught me in the act,

And so it did die, that’s a fact-

But they were space cats,

Programmed to kill inter stellar rats,

And not let themselves die from too much wet,

Anyway this is as bad as it can get.

The Cat keeper scolded me badly.

And all I could do was assert “Sadly,

I’m programmed to kill even the coolest cats-

They in turn are programmed to kill the smartest rats

So you are programmed to kill me”

“That’s the idea!” quoth he; “Let’s see”-

En Guard- defend yourself now, say I

Now it’s your turn to die

This adventure included cats, rats and bats

And at the bottom of the pecking order were the gnats

So if I refrain from even killing a space cat,

We can all stay alive and get fat

And get our life in order and off pat

 

Brian Ring

 

Cooltown Cats: Part 2

 

And we’ll all purr, meow, preen, and pet on this mat,

The space cat with one almighty sigh declared

“It is time now for me to die.”

In fact all I did was to beam up to the ship.

And swallow a highly technically advanced silver chipwell

He was a space-cat from another world

He had come here only to leave his slog unfurled,

And declare that we were part of the new

Feline Space Declaration,

And sign up for the new concatenation

 

Brian Ring

 

Katedogery

 

There they found what they thought

Was a cat in the garden

Took another look,

And saw it was a lion cub,

And produced a stick as a club

To shoo it off into the wild,

But they need not have bothered,

For he was as tame as a pussy cat,

His mother must have given him up for good.

And so he was desperate if only,

For a simple meal of bread, milk and meat,

There was no explanation

For what he was doing there.

Or where he came from

But he was of a nervous disposition,

And for some reason he had lost

Some of his basic instinct.

He was a wild cat. But it took another

Tame one actually, a real cat to tame him.

The allegedly wild cat, that was cowardly

As a chicken, dastardly as

a wolf, and yet the same cunning as an ape-

The mystery of his provenience was

None resolved by the Astro-Zoological expert and inspection-

He was from space and had landed in

The backyard having been thrown about by the steersman

Of an unidentified flying object as superfluous

To requirements and only good for being fetishism

Brian Ring

 

Mad Hatter’s June Month 2015

CoolTan Arts had a Mad Hatter’s Month of June. This means it was open day at CoolTan Arts.  There were many art classes open to all who were coming into the premises.

CoolTan Arts has a very posh premises with all the mod cons facilities of the modern times.

In the Gallery a Catch22 art exhibition was opened with many artists participating and displaying their art work on the subject of Cats.  Also poets joined and presented their poems on Cats.

An Interactive theatre group came in and presented their  play called “Taking the Pip”.   This has been reviewed by a guest Reviewer Shenan Chandler.

We are giving her a Guest Review spot at the beginning of this post for the month.  Tell us how you like it. Sasha Dee, Editor.

“Taking the Pip”

REVIEW OF A PERFORMANCE

BY PINDROP THEATRE

By

Shenan Chandler

13 June 2015

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Pindrop Theatre staged a performance called “Taking the Pip” at CoolTan’s Madhatters Day Tea Party Celebration. It was an interesting show based on the experience of its Cast members in the style of Forum Theatre.

The main story is about a young woman named Sam who has a mental health crisis and following that experience tries to apply for PIP (Personal Independent Payment) which is a relatively new disability benefit designed to phase out the Disability Living Allowance.

The play highlights her struggles to get the relevant support to not only complete the assessment form but to get someone to attend with her at the assessment session, conducted by Maximus. This has been the first time she has experienced mental distress that has led to formal intervention and is still emotionally coming to terms with the impact of her breakdown.

Pindrop theatre aims to address mental health discrimination and stigma by engaging the audience in an active fashion by the use of Forum theatre techniques. Audience members were invited to contribute alternative actions or behaviours of cast members that could lead to a more empowering outcome for the main character(s).

CoolTan supporters did not disappoint – there were some very powerful re-enactments of scenes which really made a difference and highlighted issues of accountability. The overall philosophy of the theatre company is to use performing arts to promote social inclusion and I feel that this was met in this show.

Two E-Books about the Street Scenes

Two books have been come out about the street scenes in London. These by Datta Gumaste who never walks out without his camera for last five decades in London and everywhere.

 

 

He recently collected some of his photographic adventures in two books in E-Book format. E-Books are easy to browse through and appreciate nowadays.

His first book is called “Legs and Feet.” The photographs are taken on the street scenes of the people going about their business or just relaxing in cafes or waiting for their friends or buses etc. These are photographs of the people from hips downwards focusing on legs and feet. Thus the photographer making the body parts seen without being attracted to the faces or upper parts.

 

The book can be interesting for the artists to concentrate on legs and feet often difficult to draw or paint.

The second book is called Street Scenes in London. When we walk on the streets on the London we usually are not aware how rich are the streets of London with so many activities. It takes a camera to make us realize that streets we had been walking look so different when a person shows us the same street from in the pictures. The camera sees what we miss to look and be aware of it.

To read or look into these books click on the following link

http://issuu.com/datta8

Sasha Dee

A New Beginning

The “afunnyfarm” Blog has a new beginning after a long hibernation time and a lot of technical problems.

But without a further ado we begin straight on with our most popular column of the Poets of the Month

Here are some poems from our past famous poets

Poets of the Merry Month of May 2015

Life Follows Art
Howard Luke

A Black beetle crawls
Up a willow bark
Of a dog in unison
With a quiz show host
Sits down for dinner
Life is comic book reality
Tv confuses me.
I pull back, back further
Within and am left without
Program schedules run my
Life
Pictures, visual images
Crowd my mind projecting
On the retina to the optic nerve
Soap opera dialogue tumbles
In company or alone
Life follows art

Tree of Life
Howard Luke
An Esoteric discussion climbing the Tree of Life
Reaching for each sphere
Like an ancient mystical Jew
A Lesson in magic and self transformation
Follows me home for a smoke

On the pipe of peace
The American magician Gothically dressed
Except for the soul boy leather jacket
Speaks in paragraphs taken from a gremial
Gives me the award and a spell for later

Whilst listening to the Chieftains
At dawn we walk in the forest
A laboratory for Druids
A prelude to the Maudsley

 

MYTHS AND DEATH
Brian Ring
‘Twas at the front where I sought glory in the field,
And swanked ad lib. about the number of Huns I’d dispatched.
Immune from death myself I watched my comrades one by one,
Bite the bullet in face of rifle, bayonet and gun,
As one man after another bought a pre-mature demise.
I myself may have died and replaced the ‘soul’ of my mates.
And so ended up in dead man’s shoes.
Or they may have become me (I wonder).

First bloke to go is Joe.’
‘Oh no! I won’t go!’ Screamed Joe.
‘Wassa matter? Quizzed the sergeant,
You got trench fever, battle shyness or moral concussion?’
‘ No sarg, I got no worries, sweet Fannie Adam, Orders is orders,
Sides this ‘ere’s to end all war not over some bloomin, borders.

And so the machine of instant death grinds on.
And some of our finest comrades have gone.
And my mate Joe knows he won’t go in no blaze of glory,
But all for a silly bit of mire labelled ‘no-man’s-lander’

MADNESS –ARMAGEDDON
Brian Ring
The ‘weatherman’ wanted the end of civilisation as we know it-
To replace it with a far finer one.
Terrorists and tyrants alike want to destroy towns,
In order to replace them with celestial mansions in gardens
And culture palaces for their peoples.
1969—and the Baader-Meinhof strike all through the Federal Republic,
And few people wanted even a bloodless revolution.
Just who exactly were these so-called ‘weathermen’?
They certainly didn’t intend to forecast the weather let alone change it.
They were so larger than life that they must have regarded themselves
As goddesses or the God of history.
What they have left behind is smoke which cannot subsist without fire.
But they did want to radically overhaul our urban so-called civilisation
With all its trite bourgeois ramifications
The ideal is quite straightforward consisting as it does of the
Radical overhaul of society
by a self-perpetuating set of self-appointed Guardians of mankind.
There masters from and to the people will administer
Justice from the hallowed halls from them on high

 

 

Captain Courageous
Sasha Dee
“We must demand that every fit young man come forward to enlist and that every young man who chooses to remain at home be shunned by his community.”
Rudyard Kippling

Harvey Cheyenne at last
Inherits the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – he becomes a Man.
That is the story that is the glory
Of Captain Courageous

A great work Rudyard
You are always good in your
Storytelling and literature
They awarded you with a
“Nobel Prize for your achievements”
You were recognised
In spite of your hackneyed ideology
Of “White man’s burden
And “east is east and west is west”
And many more other idiosyncrasies
But there must be a miss
In your proud heart bits
When you sent your son
Your adamant spoilt heady head
Ill in physic, ill willing
Ill met by the war of the trenches which
The Generals played it as a game
And countries madly went mad.
“If any question why we died
Tell them, because our fathers lied”
A great epitaph for your dead Jack
But didn’t you worship the wrong jack
Until your death and never learned from
Your own story “Captain Courageous” ”Physician of mental health issues”
You never healed yourself
Sadly you did not keep your head
When all about you lost theirs, and
You let your dreams master of you
You never became a Man even
After a lot of spilt blood and tears

“Even before John was 16, Kippling was writing about getting him into the army. John’s own letters to his parents during the last few weeks of his life add to the poignancy of the tragedy.”

 

Lord of the Flies
Sasha Dee
Lord of the Flies
The severed decomposed
Pig head on a steak!
Lord of flies, am I really lost?
Would I ever be found?
Lord of the flies!
Is this really the face of God
That laboured to create the
Seven skies and seven seas
Seven planets and
Seven-layered universe?
Is this Jehovah
That gets angry
At the short-comings of man
Whom he created
In his own image?
Is this the face
That demands attention
Worship and obedience;
Must be frightened of
And one must live forever
Under the shadow of fear?

Is child the father of man
Or a son of the Satan?
Are the children the reflection
Of the parents and the society;
Or a nasty image of their own making?

If man is made in the image of God
What God was he or is?
Is he really the God Jehovah
Of the Old Testament
Or the Allah of Koran
Or the Father of Christ
Whom he had forsaken
Or Vishnu of the Hindus
Kinder and protector of humans
Or the angry firebrand
Dancer Shankar of destruction
To create a new world again
How much truth there is
In the “Gospel Truth?
Do human questions
Have human answers?