Lyrebird Poems - Poems about Lyrebird

...Lion Island sleeps like a cub between Angophora branches. Scratching among leaf litter, a Superb Lyrebird drags his regal feathers over ruined castle-rocks. In the tray of green-silk-water ......Read the rest...

...Songs and chords they sing to us Almost every day, Some are very musical Some just sing their way. Though today when I was tuning in I heard it word for word The message from the greatest ave ......Read the rest...

... "White Noise and the Mother Load of Dark Matter" underneath the static what exists is never seen nor heard for what it truly is the eyes and mind retaliate in the ......Read the rest...

...Raymond Littlejohn’s favorite bird to study was the lyrebird. He was an amateur ornithologist who recorded their sounds in the 60’s They are also called peacock-wrens and Australian birds of paradi......Read the rest...

...When words fall short, I sit in the world's shadows. Watching the world through my window, I rejoice absurd songs. Life spills in laissez faire economics, consuming dreams to rust. Forgotten bl......Read the rest...

...In one square mile, northeast of Noojee, there are seven birds that I often get to see as I walk on the tracks in pristine forestry, in one square mile, northeast of Noojee. A Whipbird crack th......Read the rest...

...Every song has a story under our big sun Our song we sing forevermore from since a note begun Let us roar from our core, powerful with might Mighty might with delight for others to unite Sing......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ nature's winged gadget cacophonic arguments reconcile the day ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ August 16, 2021......Read the rest...

...Along the road called forestry, the silver ash weeps over me as I meander 'round the dell and glade. Pass scars of sand pits long disused, where gullies, washes speak ‘abused!’ Reclamation offers ......Read the rest...

...I heard a distinct voice in the bowels of an Australian jungle. Clark Gable! What? He’s been gone a long time. I followed the voice, but alas, now I was hearing Elvis. Singing “Love Me Tender”. ......Read the rest...

... "White the Lowest Sky" Cries the Lowest Sky tear drops fed as manna o’er the littlest warrior face raised to ultra Light The 3 that sit ......Read the rest...

...Mound in the wiregrass is the stage for the dancer in the hills, who steals the arias of others, then through the valley fills, a laugh, a whip, a cackle. Even a stolen axe's ring! Tales of the bu......Read the rest...

... “Now behind the eyes and secrets of the dreamers in the streets rocked to sleep by the sea, see the titbits and topsyturvies, bobs and buttontops, bags and bones, ash and rind and dandruff a......Read the rest...

...A day that’s spent in the forest is a day that’s heaven-sent, with the air so crisp and clean with ample shade, where Mother Nature’s in control with the forest as it’s meant, and the struggle’s a......Read the rest...

...On the days I’m in the forest, there is peace and gratitude, with being where time does move slow, and there’s the natural attitude, of the urging for survival, that keeps the forest in fine tun......Read the rest...