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Ian Andrew

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OT The Annual Christmas Poem Returns
« on: December 16, 2016, 02:36:02 PM »

I was reading the Greg Norman thread, read the post from Steve Lang and the follow up by Rick Shefchik and stopped to consider it ... and strangely this came out of my head ....

Truly disruptive would be a new set of golf rules, eh?

Imagine 


Imagine there's no USGA
 It's easy if you try
 No reason to penalize
 Around us only sky
 Imagine all the players
 conceding putts today ...
 
 Imagine there’s no bad lies
 It isn't hard to do
 Nothing to penalize or disqualify for
 And no scorecard, too
 Imagine all the golfers
 Living life near par... You...
 
 You may say I'm a dreamer
 But I'm not the only one
 I hope someday you'll join me
 And the world will play for fun
 
 Imagine no rule books
 I wonder if you can
 No need to keep score
 Just the brotherhood of man
 Imagine all the golfers
 Ignoring all the rules... You...
 
 You may say I'm a dreamer
 But I'm not the only one
 I hope someday you'll join me
 And the world will play for fun
 


Merry Christmas in advance to everyone.
« Last Edit: December 16, 2016, 02:38:26 PM by Ian Andrew »
With every golf development bubble, the end was unexpected and brutal....

Peter Pallotta

Re: OT The Annual Christmas Poem Returns
« Reply #1 on: December 16, 2016, 02:59:25 PM »
Ah, the Christmas Poem.
Thank you, Ian - and all peace & good thing to you and yours.
I was tinkering with a poem about the land, the earth, the prima materia of every golf course for all of time. 

Thank you, friend, for letting us know

the earth at rest: secure, and at peace
with her rhythm, breathing slow and deep
in millennials the valleys, the glaciers, the fields 
and trees, and oceans.
here the full patterned rightness:
the damp hidden birthplaces,
the time, the wombs, the fossilized 
layers like thick woven blankets,
the desert places renewed
over a millennium of renewals beneath
a dark endless sky. the games and rhythms of life
here, the veils of hurried fractured sound, and touch: an earth-life,
shared in the love that moves the stars by an earth that
knows to rest: her breath as measured and serene
as the everlasting.

thank you, friend, for letting us know.
 



« Last Edit: December 16, 2016, 06:24:41 PM by Peter Pallotta »

Colin Macqueen

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Re: OT The Annual Christmas Poem Returns
« Reply #2 on: December 16, 2016, 04:44:35 PM »
In honour of Christmas, golf and a few Canadians!


Hallelujah!


Now, I've heard that it is Yuletide
That Ian called and we can't hide
But you don't really care for golf poems do you?
You hit again, the fourth, the fifth
The shoulders fall, the head will lift
The baffie swing now decomposed eludes you.
Hallelujah!
Hallelujah!
Hallelujah!
Hallelujah!


Your drive was long but now's aloof
Your chipping's gone, you feel a goof
But hybrids sweet.... past Christmas gifts she gave ya!
A wayward putt, you stand and stare
Your stroke is broke you have no flair
And past it slips this game of golf precludes you.
Hallelujah!
Hallelujah!
Hallelujah!
Hallelujah!


But listen now alls not in vain
Past glories from this wondrous game
Are simply hid and really waiting for you.
Like Christmas gifts accept the grace
That golf bestows upon this place
And never for a moment let it fool ya!
Hallelujah!
Hallelujah!
Hallelujah!
Hallelujah!




Happy Christmas to you all,  Cheers Colin
"Golf, thou art a gentle sprite, I owe thee much"
The Hielander

Ian Andrew

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Re: OT The Annual Christmas Poem Returns
« Reply #3 on: December 16, 2016, 05:40:02 PM »

Colin,



hahahahha!
... rings true ... ya

With every golf development bubble, the end was unexpected and brutal....

Peter Pallotta

Re: OT The Annual Christmas Poem Returns
« Reply #4 on: December 16, 2016, 06:08:35 PM »
Very well done indeed, Colin!


Especially good was how you actually kept some of Mr. Cohen's lyrics and used them with wonderful ingenuity in:



You hit again, the fourth, the fifth
The shoulders fall, the head will lift
The baffie swing now decomposed eludes you.


Terrific!


A peaceful and enriching holiday season to you.


Peter

Norbert P

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Re: OT The Annual Christmas Poem Returns
« Reply #5 on: December 16, 2016, 06:46:48 PM »



 
   Ian, where's the secret, hidden subliminal line ?










   Ah, I found it.  . . .


    http://golfcanada.ca/rules-of-golf/                    ( Novus ordo seclorum )


       Merry Christmas



"Golf is only meant to be a small part of one’s life, centering around health, relaxation and having fun with friends/family." R"C"M

Tom_Doak

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Re: OT The Annual Christmas Poem Returns
« Reply #6 on: December 16, 2016, 07:51:14 PM »
Ian:


A fine poem, but a difficult memory for me, as it was 35 years ago this week I was working in design studio at Cornell the night we all heard on the radio that John Lennon had been shot and killed in NYC that night.  The older my classmates in grad school, the more devastated they were.


As to the game without Rules, I think it would be just fine -- except if one was playing for money in John Kavanaugh's regular foursome, apparently.


Merry Christmas to all !

John Kirk

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Re: OT The Annual Christmas Poem Returns
« Reply #7 on: December 17, 2016, 01:41:12 AM »
Colin,

Wow that is a strong effort.  I "hear" the John Cale version when I read along.

Ronald Montesano

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Re: OT The Annual Christmas Poem Returns
« Reply #8 on: December 17, 2016, 08:11:46 AM »

These have nothing to do with holidays, and everything to do with this game.

Haiku


gravity a nudge
compels orb at rest to move
world holds breath, exhales




five rings welcome back
joust whose time was thought to pass
lion eagle moose




heeding sage advice
malkin takes to stage once more
jury unconvinced




Happy holidays, all.
Coming in 2024
~Elmira Country Club
~Soaring Eagles
~Bonavista
~Indian Hills
~Maybe some more!!

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