Picklepoetry in Rosebud, Victoria, Australia | Publisher
Picklepoetry
Locality: Rosebud, Victoria, Australia
Phone: +61 450 080 587
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24.01.2022 Thanks for having me Rye Primary School and Mr Tyler and kids!
22.01.2022 Day 365 of 365!!! Done And Dusted. By Jai Thoolen. Well, today there are a year's worth... Of poems on my shelf. Through times of asking why on Earth I did this to myself. I made it now, I'm all but done. There's nothing more to write. I'm pretty sure that's quite a run, But, now I'll sleep at night. (Right?) The problem with a thing-a-day I've noticed this year past, It's fun to do a thing this way But eats the year too fast. Now quality might see a rise And quantity decline. I'd really like to thank you guys For keeping me in line. I really do appreciate The comments, shares and likes. (And even now it's not too late If ever the mood strikes.) And if you read each single day You must be sick of me? But, que sera I always say, And what will be will be. You know by now I call things out, And I'm mysterious, At times I can just joke about, Or can be serious. There were writes I hoped were clever And some was silly stuff. Now, can that be it forever? I'm sure you've had enough. I hope you all enjoyed the ride? You're all part of my gang. Here, I'll use my lit'ral side... And end this with a BANG!!
20.01.2022 Who says there's no money in poetry? I made a three figure sum for 2 minute's work yesterday by winning first prize at the Beaumaris Library poetry afternoon, h...osted by Brian Nankervis, with my poems Witches Wotch and A Spew Foonerisms. Fellow Poets' Corner poet (and my lift for the day) Ian Cameron Wood got third as well. Must've been in the lucky car... (although it wasn't lucky to have to change a tyre before we left my house to make it on time. ) See more
13.01.2022 A very moving service at our local Emerald RSL for Rememberance Day today. An honour and a privilege to sing and play a new composition entitled 'Heroes' based ...on Jai Thoolens poem of the same name.There were incredible stories of suffering, healing and serendipitous meetings of people who fought together, and even against each other. Emerald RSL has a deservedly great reputation for putting together such a uniquely beautiful ceremony. Heartfelt thanks to all the organisers Lest We Forget. See more
13.01.2022 Day 353 of 365. The You You Are Now. Is it worth looking back?... But then how would you know? If you don't turn around, Can the past be on show? Have you seen it before? Did you really observe? Has your past had the chance, That a past would deserve? Did you fly through the years, Never noticing stuff, While your past did its best, And it did just enough? It has made you this way. The exact you of now, And without looking back, You might never know how... Jai Thoolen 20/12/19
10.01.2022 Day 322 of 365. Me And You. The diff'rence between me and you... As far as I can tell... Is you're not me (I think you knew) And i'm not you as well. So, I'll be me and you be you, It's how it's worked so far. Keep doing what we always do And being who we are. Jai Thoolen 19/11/19
07.01.2022 Preliminary drawings of Picklepoetry's new book, Wedgie Rides The Eagle. Very excited to be available up at The Eagle at Arthurs Seat very soon! Introducing Euch and Lyptus the koalas.
05.01.2022 Day 221 of 365. One House. One house was built there on its own.... That single house was all alone. Until somebody built one more. Then each house had a house next door. Two houses stood there side by side Where more new people would reside. Another person built one too. A row of houses, all brand-new. Three houses stood there in a row. The neighbourhood would grow and grow. When one more builder built as well A line of four in which to dwell. Four houses stood there in a line. All standing tall and looking fine. Then one would build one more abode. But, on the wrong side of the road. Five houses stood there in the town. Where four looked up and one looked down. Then, for the sake of symmetry, Somebody built another three. Eight houses stood all nice and neat. With four on each side of the street. At one end someone built a shop, And then a town hall at the top. So, you can move there if you please. There are not many towns like these. But only go there if you build. ‘Cause all the houses there are filled. Jai Thoolen 9/8/19 I feel like there’s more to this one but this’ll do for now. It’s a kid’s book waiting to happen (If you go, bring builder, Steven He can keep the township even. If you build your side, he builds his, You'll keep the town the way it is) Etc
03.01.2022 Day 367 of ??? As Mates. The swirling tips like licking lips... A localised apocalypse All consuming Death is looming And people try to come to grips A devastating wall of flame That's searching for more life to claim A deadly dance So little chance It's hell by any other name A vessel of annihilation Instigating desperation No matter fates We'll fight as mates And Stand together as a nation Jai Thoolen 2/1/20 (Pic from Daily Mail)
01.01.2022 Day 364 of 365. The Old $10 Note. Now, the young folk might not know it,... (Nor the old ten dollar note) Henry Lawson was a poet. You should read the stuff he wrote. He lived a hundred years ago And saw a diff’rent time. He watched this country grow, ya know, And he caught it all in rhyme. He was of a diff’rent era. One I wish I could’ve seen. When the drover and the shearer Were all part of the routine. And he wrote of the Selections Or the miners’ common woes. See, he gives us those connections To our Aussie past, I s’pose. He is much my inspiration, When I write what I write now. (I don’t try for emulation But I like him anyhow.) And he wrote stuff for the papers. In ‘The Bulletin’ up north. Him and Banjo wrote some capers Where they did some back-and-forth. When you get the punters scoffin’ With the stuff they read or heard, Then the paper sold more often (and they got paid by the word.) Look, I know my stuff is diff’rent, But he’s what I’d like to be. Like, maybe Lawson, ten percent, And the rest I’ll still be me Jai Thoolen 30/12/19
