+Wazat Posted June 1, 2008 Share Posted June 1, 2008 I started this off in another thread and it just got stuck there. I thought I might as well start it elsewhere. So here is a new thread, For you to get something out of your head, Just any old thing, As long as it keeps us laughing, Be it about your latest FTF, or even that dreaded DNF, Tell us all about the search for that little hidden box, or even the removal of blackjacks from your socks. Note: No reply is allowed without poetic content.... Have fun Quote Link to comment
+DamhuisClan Posted June 4, 2008 Share Posted June 4, 2008 There once was a man from Kent, Who did not know what geocaching meant. .... Quote Link to comment
+DamhuisClan Posted June 4, 2008 Share Posted June 4, 2008 There once was a man from Kent who did not know what geocaching meant. He went looking for a cache, but instead found a stash. Quote Link to comment
+anlufu Posted June 5, 2008 Share Posted June 5, 2008 There once was a man from Kent who did not know what geocaching meant. He went looking for a cache, but instead found a stash. And straight to jail he was sent. Quote Link to comment
+DamhuisClan Posted June 5, 2008 Share Posted June 5, 2008 There was this man from Twane, Who hasn't had a FTF in Polokwane, However there may be a change to this event When this cacher company has him in this direction sent. (who is this?) Quote Link to comment
+the pooks Posted June 5, 2008 Share Posted June 5, 2008 In the Western Cape there are caches aplenty I think five hundred and twenty There are FTF hounds And scenery that abounds And now I have lost track of this poem and if nobody stops me I will waffle on.... and on... and on Quote Link to comment
+the pooks Posted June 5, 2008 Share Posted June 5, 2008 Now that Discombob has crossed the border I wonder if a challenge is not in order A man with imagination And a preoccupation Of things esoteric and of tall order Quote Link to comment
+the pooks Posted June 5, 2008 Share Posted June 5, 2008 Now that Discombob has crossed the border I wonder if a challenge is not in order A man with imagination And a preoccupation Of things esoteric and of tall order Oh curses that last line is not fine It matches another line We will have to think Of another chink To make it rhyme in manners sublime Quote Link to comment
+Wazat Posted June 5, 2008 Author Share Posted June 5, 2008 Just the other day I received a note My cache had gone away Didn't like that quote. So I hopped into my car The famous Corsa 4x4 ready to travel far to see if it was no more When I got to the spot I looked for the cache In it's hiding place it was not All that was left was a pile of trash. This led to some resent but this place was once nice and clean What we need is a CITO event and this place will be a dream. Quote Link to comment
+DamhuisClan Posted June 5, 2008 Share Posted June 5, 2008 There was a guy who tried the find a hunter's treasure, and after a few attempts had quite some displeasure. He search up high, He searched down low, He didnt's make a friends call, and all he found was Bobbie's .... (Who is the cacher, and where is the cache?) Quote Link to comment
+the pooks Posted June 5, 2008 Share Posted June 5, 2008 The poets are starting to wake up Ever so slowly they will shake up I see many folks are looking But who's going to add to the cooking! Quote Link to comment
+Fish Eagle Posted June 6, 2008 Share Posted June 6, 2008 But who's going to add to the cooking! Not I, Not I Here's the reason why - I always end up with one line that doesn't scan and I want to cry So I won't even try..... Quote Link to comment
+anlufu Posted June 6, 2008 Share Posted June 6, 2008 At last this thread is becoming witty, And Wazat is now sitting pretty. I have to wrack my brains some more As poetry is quite a chore. For all FTF hunters far and wide - this weekend I shall place another hide. "Toy Story 2" - a clue I shall make - Could be somewhere near the Island Lake. Quote Link to comment
+Wazat Posted June 6, 2008 Author Share Posted June 6, 2008 I am not sitting pretty, I have lots of work to do, Not much time to do poetry unlike some people like you. I would like to go out and Geocache, But right now I don't have the time, I gotta earn some cash Or I won't have a single dime. Quote Link to comment
+the pooks Posted June 9, 2008 Share Posted June 9, 2008 Today is Monday No poetry on its way? Anyone we can sway? It'll make my day. Quote Link to comment
+Wazat Posted June 9, 2008 Author Share Posted June 9, 2008 Alas this day comes to an end For a little poetry you my arm did bend So before this day rides off in it's hearse Here are a few lines of verse The cachers who went out today to find boxes that others did lay probably did not have much work to do Unlike poor me and you But when the weekend comes we will get off our bums we all hop in our caching van and find as many as we can Quote Link to comment
Ding bat Posted June 11, 2008 Share Posted June 11, 2008 There once was a man from Kent, Who did not know what geocaching meant. he took a look inside a book ...... Quote Link to comment
+the pooks Posted June 11, 2008 Share Posted June 11, 2008 There once was a man from Kent, Who did not know what geocaching meant. he took a look inside a book ...... Now he's caching so fast that he went. (from a limerick along similar lines that can not be repeated here) Quote Link to comment
+Wazat Posted June 17, 2008 Author Share Posted June 17, 2008 Now this weekend that went by Down to PE i did fly With no caching in this area planned I was awaiting my lift with phone in hand Opened up Geocache Navigator Cause my lift would only be there later And did a quick cache search While next to the red machine i was perched To my surprise There was a cache closer than i had realised For at less than a meter There was a micro on a parking meter ( This is based on my find at PE airport while awaiting my lift who was delayed by a flat tyre. I could hardly believe my luck It was a recently placed cache that was not up on my Garmin as I had not loaded the caches for this area from the list of new caches. When I fired up Geocache Navigator on my Phone it showed that the cache was less than a meter away. I was in actual fact standing right next to it and just squatted to retrieve it from it's hiding place. Didn't even move from the spot. Chances of that happening? Must be really slim. I can imagine if that happened as it was published. That would have been the sweetest FTF ever. Speaking of I managed to steal two FTF's down there right out under the EC cacher's noses... LOL.) Quote Link to comment
+Wazat Posted June 18, 2008 Author Share Posted June 18, 2008 Just the other day, Took off a few days and went away, Went a friend to see Spent some days at the sea. Went down to St Francis Bay Two caches down that way Went for a walk down a beach, Along which there was a cache in reach. Found it quick, I was rather slick, Found that box Lying under some rocks. Quickly signed the log book, Hid it back in it's stoney nook, Then went on my way, To enjoy my holiday. Quote Link to comment
+iNokia Posted June 18, 2008 Share Posted June 18, 2008 Not to good with the ryming Or maybe it was my timing. Was it a bird or was it a plane? No the log was complete with a green crayon, the shame. Quote Link to comment
+Wazat Posted June 18, 2008 Author Share Posted June 18, 2008 I was feeling sad, Holiday was at an end for this lad My bag was packed and ready to go So was my pen, oh no. With a a few minutes to spare, I said, lets go do a cache over there One last try before I fly. I had no pen to sign, What to do this time, Because i was so lax, My log i did sign in wax. Quote Link to comment
+Red Chilli Posted June 20, 2008 Share Posted June 20, 2008 There was a man from Kalkuta who hid his cache in the gutter but one day while logging, he slipped and landed in the butter. Quote Link to comment
+Wazat Posted June 20, 2008 Author Share Posted June 20, 2008 A few weeks ago, A cache was placed in a place i like to go. So today when my work did end, A little time i to caching would lend. So the little car took that road, To a FTF that bode. It was in the mountains, near a stream, Wonder it it would be a dream. So i drove as far as i could, The rest was going to be a walk through a wood. Darkness and a thunderstorm was coming in quick, To find the cache i better be slick. And as i descended the steep path, I started to do the math. When i find the cache it will be the time the sun has set, And with the brewing storm the path will be wet. I upped my pace and on i pushed. By the time i reached the cache i was pretty bushed. I found the box, Hidden neatly on the rocks. Signed the log and packed it away, I could no longer stay. I headed back, Could barely see the track. And when the lightning and thunder did sound, Along the path i did bound. Soon it was dark, Where did I park? For a hour or so, slowly i did go, Guided only by my GPS glow. It took me ages, Slipped at some stages. Finally i did reach my car, Bloody hell that was far. And learn from my advice, Next time you go caching in the dark, Please think twice, And mark a waypoint where the car is parked. Quote Link to comment
+Red Chilli Posted June 21, 2008 Share Posted June 21, 2008 (edited) Hi Wazat I like it, some of us are poets and dont even no it. Edited June 21, 2008 by Red Chilli Quote Link to comment
+anlufu Posted June 23, 2008 Share Posted June 23, 2008 Oh Wazat, I just had to smile, The thought of you walking mile after mile. And with darkness proving to be a pain You still got caught out in the rain. The things we do to quench out thirst to make sure that our finds are the first. Quote Link to comment
+the pooks Posted June 24, 2008 Share Posted June 24, 2008 Only those with a sense of humour Still manage to add to this clamour This forum is dead Nothing's been said Now do I earn a medal for valour Quote Link to comment
+Wazat Posted June 24, 2008 Author Share Posted June 24, 2008 My sojourn the other day in the wet, Had me visiting the humans vet, You have a serious case of flu he said Spend the rest of the week in bed. So now i must cuddle up nice and warm Or the flu will not go away he did warn So due to my early evening first to find I now have an earlier bedtime. Gives me time to work on that TD The one that people are waiting to see Will it be hard to seek Will have to think of that while i sleep. Quote Link to comment
+the pooks Posted June 24, 2008 Share Posted June 24, 2008 Poor Wazat infested by flu A truly sad day for you A guava a day Might keep the human vet at bay So that you can be ready for a clue! Quote Link to comment
+Urban Hunters Posted June 25, 2008 Share Posted June 25, 2008 We’ll try to do our bit But for poetry we’re very unfit Wazat’s troubles had me inspired So I closed my eyes and fired… Still in the land of the Ozzies We’re forever tortured by mozzies But bravely I took the geobike To do the deed we so much like In the woods the road suddenly ended Which left no choice but for rules to be bended Bundu-bashing to the treasure I fought off fat spiders to my displeasure With cache in hand I started to survey the land… Where the geobike could be Was not very easy to see… At very long last the bike was in hand One thing I clearly understand – What makes me want to fight: It was all in broad daylight! One important lesson was learned In order not to get burned - In future coords should be taken Otherwise you might be badly mistaken!! Quote Link to comment
+Wazat Posted July 18, 2008 Author Share Posted July 18, 2008 (edited) In berg I found myself the other day. A big crash in Oliviers hoek pass did block my way. There was a cache I found nearby. Did it on the fly. Now this was very interesting The container was a common thing. But this cacher was sleek. For a cache this container was actually quite unique. But the joy of the First to Find. Soon left my mind. For the top of the container was stuck. I couldn't get to the book. So with only a R10 note on which to put my name. I wrote it down to state my claim. Rolled it up and put it in the hole. Hooray I had achieved my goal. After waiting for the crash to clear. It was going to be too long I hear. I headed back to the cache. To give it one last bash. And at the owners advice. I tapped the container once or twice. Off popped the top and inside I could look. And finally sign the log book. So all the cachers looking for Killburn's Wall. So sorry but I beat you all. But for a caching treat. This is one cache you must meet. Edited July 19, 2008 by Wazat Quote Link to comment
+the pooks Posted October 17, 2008 Share Posted October 17, 2008 This is the quietest forum imagineable It seems as if everyone is agreeable In the States they have major fights In the UK they go on about their rights And here we are all so pleasable Quote Link to comment
+Wazat Posted October 18, 2008 Author Share Posted October 18, 2008 (edited) Oooops alas this little thread i started, Almost became the dearly departed, And thanks to the pooks It has made a return it looks. Now this brings to mind The latest cache I did find. Nearby a church I did have to park, So I did, in the pitch dark. Had to go look for a clue, In a very diminished view. The light from my cellphone was not very bright, On this dark and stormy night. So with no idea of what was the year, I moved on to clue number two, which was near. And by the glow of my headlight, I searched for more clues in the night. Upon an old war monument, I found a date on which many to Heaven were sent. With clues in place, To the next point I did race. But the rains had made the road into mud, Racing on these would not be good. So taking it slow, Towards the cache i did go. The final was where i had thought. It was a place I once before had sought. With the cache in my hand at last, I thought let me mark my first to find fast. But my joy was soon to shreds torn, When I discovered the FTF went to a guy called Springhorn. Ntombi Battlefields Edited October 19, 2008 by Wazat Quote Link to comment
+MouseZA Posted October 19, 2008 Share Posted October 19, 2008 A FTF is always the best, A DNF can leave you depressed, A muggle en-route will slow you down, And leave you sat waiting... around! But when the coast is eventually clear, You rush right in and sign TFTC TNLT SL !!!! (Not enough coffee I have had, as you can see this poem is quite sad !!) Quote Link to comment
+the pooks Posted September 9, 2009 Share Posted September 9, 2009 Spring has sprung The grass has ris I wonder where the birdies is Some peoples say the bird is on the wing But that’s absurd the wing is on the bird Anon Quote Link to comment
+SaltercreaseRangers Posted September 9, 2009 Share Posted September 9, 2009 Recycling Shakespeare @ GC15XEZ : This porcelaine throne, this septic spot, This dearth of majesty, this seat of cars & coaches, This other midden, never Paradise, This fortress built of micros for themselves Breeding infection and the scourge of film cans, This insane breed of cacheurs, their little world, This precious GZ set in a tarmacadam sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a 5/5, Against the envy of more worthy cacheurs, This accursed cache, this micro, this film can, this pointless find. Quote Link to comment
+Wazat Posted September 9, 2009 Author Share Posted September 9, 2009 Oh my goodness this thread came back to life Just as I was about to hit the bed, Now this is asking my mind to be as sharp as a knife. Now what poetry could I find in my head. Today I did drive to a spot on the road To seek that new I con on my GPS I did load. I arrived at ground zero Hoping to be a FTF hero. But alas this place was busy as can be But where I parked the hiding spot I could see, Waiting for the muggles to go by This one would require a bit of sly So hopping from the car I headed for the rocks, In search of a little square box I found it where I thought it would have been, This my FTF number thirteen. Thanks Noddy for and excellent cache, Now to give the others a bash. Quote Link to comment
+Discombob Posted September 9, 2009 Share Posted September 9, 2009 There once was a young geocacher, Who went searching with his dog, Gnasher, On the hunt he did trip got a branch stuck in his zip And turned from a cacher to a flasher! Quote Link to comment
+the pooks Posted September 10, 2009 Share Posted September 10, 2009 Trust the Bob to write something dubious He being a man less than studious if you work in the UK where there's a will there's a way and poems are written less than serious Quote Link to comment
+Discombob Posted September 11, 2009 Share Posted September 11, 2009 those who know the limerick ryhme Know the exact structure and time but the reason you see why my poem was naughty Is that Edwear lear says thats sublime! Quote Link to comment
+Wazat Posted October 21, 2009 Author Share Posted October 21, 2009 Alas my car chose to stand still, And so with it my caching thrill, Hopefully it will be fixed soon enough, Cause caching without transport is tough. Some say take a hike, Others say use your bike, But when caches in my area are few, What am I supposed to do? Now if only caches in my area would grow, Some that the local newbies would sow, Then once again I could go for a First to Find, And not have to sit around on my behind. Quote Link to comment
babsland Posted October 6, 2012 Share Posted October 6, 2012 The Search I chose this trackable with a passion to write, Many words to say, they keep me awake at night. These struggles and sufferings, with no end in sight, This game I play to relieve life's plight. I travel to places beyond my dreams, Some joyful and peaceful, so unreal it seems. Thrill and excitement, inside me they grow, In anticipation of what I'll find when I reach ground zero. Like contentment in life, I search and I search, In hope to find resolution and take hold from its perch. At times I succeed, and other times I fail, But I won't give up, awaiting that holy grail. Life's journey provides no GPS, Relying on choices, well, often creates a mess. But longitude and latitude; they provide a way, With only a muggle to thwart triumph that day. Seeking true essence, I search high and low, With a yearning to thrive, learn and grow. With little expectation I pursue and I hunt, Yet all that I do seems to boomerang a stunt. All this searching I do, on occasion for just a hug, Although I take great pleasure in this really cool travel bug. These things I find provide connection to one more, A need and desire inspiring me to soar. At times life seems so lonely and bleak, Feeling lost and desolate, fragile and weak. Recalling a memory I gain a peek, It's a childhood game called hide and seek. Unraveling life's challenges leaves me in a fog, Thought I found some meaning when using the grog. Now I find much solace in a swamp and a bog, And yelling "I Found it" and signing a log. From clue to clue and cache to cache, I find joy and certainty as I seek each stash. I follow the coordinates and just in case, I bring my own pen if it's a micro I face. Whether a smilie or a frown, it really doesn't matter, As I reach each target I feel exuberant and gladder. My spirit surmounts with all the dashing and snatching, I give thanks to all gamers and this thing called, geocaching. babsland 10-6-12 Quote Link to comment
+Hesamati Posted October 8, 2012 Share Posted October 8, 2012 (edited) Met apologie aan Jan FE Celliers Dis die blond, dis die blou: dis die veld, dis die lug; en 'n cache onder 'n brug - dis al Edited October 8, 2012 by Hesamati Quote Link to comment
+BruceTP Posted October 8, 2012 Share Posted October 8, 2012 I attended a Mega last week In South Africa, that smiley to seek! People came from afar By plane and by car And their logs can be found on Groundspeak. Quote Link to comment
+Wazat Posted October 10, 2012 Author Share Posted October 10, 2012 Thanks to my friend Bruce, Time to let the poets loose, Here we go again, time to make lines sound the same. I too attended the Mega event, It was money well spent, I got the hat and the coins, Even managed a few first to finds. There were teams that went out, to find caches all about, We had some fun caches to be seen, even used a Mercedes as a ladder for one of our team. We did the nine icon walk, Along the way much we did talk, a joyous bunch of cachers, cleaning up the mess of trashers. Then in the midst of many a muggle, Under the watch of the monument of Afrikaaner struggle, 188 cachers did sing, we made a big ring. Drowning out the sounds of the people around, the voices of all the cachers was sound, People of PTA, a very confused Sipho, Themba and Bob, were treated to a sudden flash mob. Thank ytou Mega Team, You helped South African cachers realise a dream, Our very first Mega event, Brilliantly it came and went.... Quote Link to comment
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