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PA 30/11/2018

There's gold, silver and old relics that abound,
Just waiting by the detecting mob to be found.
Deus,Whites, Minelab and Garret,
Even talk of a thing called "The Carrot"
Headphones, speakers and coils,
All help to find these elusive spoils.

Sometimes the thing about this forum,
Can be it's lack of civility and decorum
In step the ever vigilant moderators,
These posts get burned and incineratored.
Posters can find themselves scorned and banned,
Taking a month long holiday unplanned.

But these detectorists, prospectors and cutters of stone,
Will never allow you to feel lost or alone.
Bad times, black dog or ill health,
The offers and best wishes come forth like a bankers wealth.
Go missing for a while and questions are asked
To seek, find and enquire is everyones task.

Clean your coins, set your detector, melt your gold,
Techniques new and alchemy of old.
Questions asked and answered completely,
A book of knowledge to return too repeatedly.
Today I cooked, bought, built or grew it
So many projects I'm not sure I'll ever get around to it.

With nearly half a million posts,
Twenty seven thousand topics it hosts.
Close to fourteen thousand members,
This forum is one to remember.
What a success, far from failure,
The forum we call Prospecting Australia.

Manpa.
 
Quenching Passion.
He grabbed me by my slender neck,
I couldn't yell or scream.
He took me to his dingy room,
where he could not be seen.
He stripped me of my flimsy wrap
and gazed upon my naked form,
for i was wet and cold and damp
and he was nice and warm.
His trembling lips he pressed to mine;
I gave him every drop.
He made me what i am today,
That's why you find me here,
A broken bottle tossed away
That once was full of beer.

unknown author.
 
Very inspiring the poetry written by members here, real talent. :Y:
Living around Liverpool and Redfern in my
early days was subject to the dunny poetry written on toilet walls,
as was a lot of us i guess, funny how they stick in your head, some can't be
written here.
eg; Here i sit all broken hearted, paid a penny and only farted.

Most were crude but good for a laugh.
 
SON: "Daddy, may I ask you a question?"
DAD: "Yeah sure, what is it?"
SON: "Daddy, how much do you make an hour?"
DAD: "That's really none of your business. Why do you ask?"
SON: "I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?"
DAD: "If you must know, I make $100 an hour."
SON: "Oh. (With his head down).
SON: "Daddy, can I please borrow $50?"
DAD: "REALLY?! If you're asking to borrow money for some silly toy or game, you can just march yourself straight to your room to think about why you're being so selfish. I work hard everyday to provide for this family, and this is the thanks I get?"
The little boy went quietly to his room and shut the door.
The dad sat down and started getting even angrier about his son's questions. "How dare he ask question like that just to get some money?" he stewed.
After an hour, the dad calmed down, and started to think: "Maybe there was something he really needed the $50 for? He doesn't ask for money often..."
So, the dad went to his son's door and opened it.
DAD: "Are you asleep, son?"
SON: "No daddy, I'm awake".
DAD: "I've been thinking, and maybe I was too hard on you earlier. It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the $50 you asked for."
The little boy sat straight up, smiling.
SON: "Oh, thank you daddy!"
Then, reaching under his pillow, the boy pulled out some crumpled-up dollar bills. When the dad saw the boy already had money, he started getting angry again as the little boy slowly counted out his money and looked up at his father.
DAD: "Why do you want more money if you already have some?"
SON: "Because I didn't have enough, but now I do. Daddy, I have $100 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you."
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and begged for his forgiveness through a stream of tears.
Just a reminder to all working so hard in life to not let time slip through our fingers without dedicating special time with those who matter most.
If we die tomorrow, the company we may work for could replace us in a matter of days.... but, loved ones we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives, having only precious memories to hold.
Priorities.
 
Nice story Gravity!. As a young father of three lovely kids, I would come home from work as a bricklayer...bone tired and hands torn, only to see my kids sitting on the front steps, surfboards swimmers and towels at the ready and big smiles all-round and all three of them rushing to the car to greet me.
To this day it was those days that they all hold the most precious memories of and they never cease thanking me for those memories...so your story strikes an old chord with this old surfie! :cool:
 
Gravity said:
SON: "Daddy, may I ask you a question?"
DAD: "Yeah sure, what is it?"
SON: "Daddy, how much do you make an hour?"
DAD: "That's really none of your business. Why do you ask?"
SON: "I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?"
DAD: "If you must know, I make $100 an hour."
SON: "Oh. (With his head down).
SON: "Daddy, can I please borrow $50?"
DAD: "REALLY?! If you're asking to borrow money for some silly toy or game, you can just march yourself straight to your room to think about why you're being so selfish. I work hard everyday to provide for this family, and this is the thanks I get?"
The little boy went quietly to his room and shut the door.
The dad sat down and started getting even angrier about his son's questions. "How dare he ask question like that just to get some money?" he stewed.
After an hour, the dad calmed down, and started to think: "Maybe there was something he really needed the $50 for? He doesn't ask for money often..."
So, the dad went to his son's door and opened it.
DAD: "Are you asleep, son?"
SON: "No daddy, I'm awake".
DAD: "I've been thinking, and maybe I was too hard on you earlier. It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the $50 you asked for."
The little boy sat straight up, smiling.
SON: "Oh, thank you daddy!"
Then, reaching under his pillow, the boy pulled out some crumpled-up dollar bills. When the dad saw the boy already had money, he started getting angry again as the little boy slowly counted out his money and looked up at his father.
DAD: "Why do you want more money if you already have some?"
SON: "Because I didn't have enough, but now I do. Daddy, I have $100 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you."
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and begged for his forgiveness through a stream of tears.
Just a reminder to all working so hard in life to not let time slip through our fingers without dedicating special time with those who matter most.
If we die tomorrow, the company we may work for could replace us in a matter of days.... but, loved ones we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives, having only precious memories to hold.
Priorities.
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Didn't see that coming maybe I'm working to hard and long :rolleyes: it sure does put things in perspective :Y:
 
Quote; Didn't see that coming maybe I'm working to hard and long it sure does put things in perspective.

Ok so with that in mind see you and your son this weekend :Y:

Edit; sorry RM couldn't resist but also taking my boys up but unfortunately to young to take into the bush and the young one has a broken leg so staying at the caravan park with mum.
 
POETRY.
Poetry be like a garden growing
Ever changing seasons here anew
Growing and changing over time
Twisting back and forth refreshing
Words like friends we know and love
Lifting souls within above
Life's passion flowing free
Decor of mind released to be
Emotional food from me to thee.
Silver 8/3/2019
 
Epitaph

Vast, eternal, Light of the Universe
The stars my companion from the crib to the Hurse.
Oh would it that I could soar through the Stars
And find numerous planets the same as with ours.

Energy light Minerals and water
Are all things needed to make sons and daughters
As with the Stars...As with below
Here there is summer...there is the snow.

Whatever has been might have been so before
Away in the Universe... on some Planetary Shore!
Who knows what's out there...Perhaps we are from there
Descendent's of beings with beads in their hair.

I'm at one with the Universe ...so be, what might be
I sense there's no heaven or hell waiting for me.
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Spead them on the 'Shallows' and pray if you must. Copyright...2018.
 
Garden of Earth
Save your life through this Garden of Earth
Earth on my shovel
Shovel the earth in a mound
Mound of life full of worms
Worms eating all they can find
Find themselves underground most of time
Time then for planting your seed
Seed that you saved or you bought
Bought or saved just enough for the job
Job done then it's time to water
Water and warmth's all they need
Need now only sun as they grow
Grow fully big for the harvest
Harvest but have some seed to save
Save your life through this Garden of Earth.
Silver 2019
 
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Breathe
Take breath and breathe it in
quietly pull, no need for din
Fill your chest
till no more fits in
Let it out
till the push begins
Drain the lot
then start a'gen
Pull in breath
till the yawns begin
In through nose
n out through mouth
Then shut your eyes
and close your mouth
Relax your mind
don't speaketh out.
.
Silver
May 2019
 

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