Best Drongo Poems
Once there was dingo, rabidly mad as he could be
who thought he was a Bruce of a man by how he spoke
But no man would call him their 'mate,' for you see...
he was a mongrel dog who pretended to be a bloke
The dingo who called himself 'Keefer,' was all talk-no bite
got caught chasing a galah (chicken) for want of a feast.
But ol' Keef got clawed by the rooster night after night
He was a drongo (fool) who thought he was a beast.
"Crikey!" I heard real men screaming from inside a bar
when they laughed at Keef wearing daks (male trousers)
He tucked his tail and ran from feathering with hot tar
"Get out, ya Hoon (hooligan)! We scorn rabble-rousers!
Keef was a loud mouth when he was blotto (inebriated)
Downing snag (sausages) and guzzling frothy (beer).
Tried to mate with a sheila (girl) but he'd been castrated.
Fair dinkum (that's true). He was neutered last year.
Some say he likes wearing female clothes, they swear.
He's such a hostile dingo, telling them to 'Rack OFF!'
But there's pictures of him in knickers (ladie's underwear).
and some of him before his little stub was sawed off.
I guess sometimes he gets to feeling clucky (maternal)
cuz he uses phrases like 'mother this and mother that.'
Looks like he'll end up some place heated and infernal
Dingo Keef's punishment for hurling all those brickbats.
A rabid dingo, that fool proved to be a fizzer (fizzled out)
His rants and threats to beat guys up were just a joke,
who was well-known as a bogan (hick) and a social lout
who accepted the truth. Ol' Keefer is now socially 'woke.'
Last I heard of him, he'd taken up with a mate called, Roo.
Another misfit creature roaming around in the outback
He played for hours each night, blowing into his digeridoo
because he couldn't stand Keef's braggin' and talkin' smack.
Roo felt relieved when the dingo, kinky Keefer disappeared
The one who'd been called 'the blunder from down under.
He'd mumbled for days about Milton Creek and Roo feared
that dingbat dingo would try to tear that town asunder.
Categories:
drongo, character,
Form:
Rhyme
Men of Honor in the mist Kokoda 1942......
Men of Honor in the mist,...
Sometimes by a bullet kissed,...
Shoot the buggers they'd insist,...
Threeo plonked, lee enfield .303cal.
Japs dead, not missed....
Men in khaki dyed to green ,..
Kokoda men so bronzed and lean,.
Fought the bloody Jap so mean,...
Die did run till khakki/green....
Move in silence in the green,...
Keep your mouth shut, be unseen,..
Pull off a shot when you are sure,...
Head shot got him, yes one more....
Jonesy shot as we pulled back,..
Found him eaten on the track,..
Kill a Jap for sure today,...
Shoot the buggers make em pay....
Walk with death there every day...
Fix your bayonet, smell of hay?...
Keep your guard up, bayonet parry...
Butt slap drongo Jap, old Harry... Don Johnson
As Don Johnson2/25th Aussie Btn. said of his time on the Kokoda track in 1942, you would
smell the mouldy hay smell when the Jap was close. The dyed green Aussie uniform became 2
colours in the constant rain, green and khaki patches. (did we invent camoflague
uniforms)You heard the rattle as the Jap put a bullet in the barrel of his Arisaka rifle.
After his 5 shots the predictable Jap would come for you to bayonet fight you. So you'd
spike him or plonk him with unit .303.. The Japanese were losing many cargo ships to Yank
Submarines during the war, as payback they put American, British and Aussie prisoners on
board to be sunk to die on their way back empty to Japan....
http://www.scullywag.com/kokoda1942stoush
Categories:
drongo, adventuregreen,
Form:
Rhyme
Snatched and grabbed, reefed off me horse,
Just crossed over the watercourse,
Big white light it came and got,
Zapped me, jerked me up aloft,
A bloody flying saucer.
Saw the circle spinning disk,
With panels from one did whisk,
Beam of light had done the job,
In me pocket, thirty bob?
Darkness came within my head,
Aliens, bug eyed did me force,
Anger burned hot instead,
Tucker had, no bloody sauce?
New planet appeared with a jolt ,
Purple haze was a taking holdt
Pink of sky with glass buildings clear,
An orange sun was setting here,
Bugeye came and led me in,
To the glassy citadel,
Hover beds without support,
Lifted up no bed clothes sport,
A specimen in their jar,
Often watched and fed bizarre,
Jabbering bugs saw something rare,
Aussie drongo with whiskers there.
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Categories:
drongo, adventure, me, light, light,
Form:
Rhyme
Once a
jolly Drongo sat on
the riverbank,
sucking Go-anna eggs
till it brought
insanity,
oh he tried a bit of
thinking,
but his mind was
just a blank,
Fourex beer he'd be
a drinking,
But the Kiwis' are
owning that
so he chewed on some
burnt Damper,
and drank some Billy
tea,
and thought about
the master,
and his obscenity,
bloody torys on a
working class
attack,
15 thousand in
Queensland got the
sack,
sacking Nurses,
Doctors, closing
bush hospitals a
fact,
advertising lies on
tv, “we're fixing
hospitals' ole
chap,”
but all two faced
tories, do agree,
a fixing debt is
bloody good for
thee,
get crippled or
sick, you'll feel
the smack,
when Medicare is
dead? and the poor
die back!
just like the first
war slaughter,
when they killed off
humanity,
march into the nice
machine guns,
are you bloody
cowardly?
but slaughter bloody
slaughter does
attract,
the monkey morons
will attack,
for any cause they
can find, it ought
to be?
and greed is taking
over, don't you see?
It will affect the
poor tory, alas &
alack?
And the fat toads
are laughing,
laughing,
sucking cigars on
the track,
“And the rich are
getting richer and
the poor a
certainty?”
so do you like any
part of that?!?
Don Johnson
........... Drongo
is dumb Aussie bird
Categories:
drongo, adventure,
Form:
Ballad
Drongo coppers (sic)
Rise calm eyes sharp mind strong edge
Millions storm ANZAC !!!
Categories:
drongo, assonance, bullying, courage,
Form:
Tanka
POQ
P O Q AND D C B, means 2 U I can assure,
Is piss off quick and don’t come back,
No don’t come back, no more
So you hit it over the arrrs with the bridle,
Don’t wanna catch this hoss, paw poor,
Let it suck aigs with lucky legs,
If its brains so full of straw?
Lucky legs might snap and wedge,
Up a butt-bit-bloody sore
POQ & DCB new lover needed for,
Drongo Fred who aint outa bed,
But his farts is solid bore,
In the pig trough swill we leave this dill,
Shut up Johnson , sure….
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dRr3kiRHvjI
Don Johnson
Lucky legs were likely to snap off and run up ya, ask yer mother for sixpence to see the jerry giraffe,
Freckles on his eyebrows and big ones on his ask.etc a saying back before 1960?
Categories:
drongo, adventure,
Form:
Ballad
Sue Hickey reminising
In the land of the Kiwi where the sun forgets 2 shine,
Sue had been cooking up some ole purple dyed cat mince,
Home staggered a boyfriend and a Drongo glassy eyed,
And hunger called a meeting, I’m convinced,
The cat mince was a cooling on the table,
tasty but unstable, It was a bit manky, im advised,
Not the sweet aroma of jolly aunt Ramona,
with the taste of unwashed toes,
but not 2 rotten I suppose,
the eggs sucker and the Drongo weren’t so wise?
So toast was made and mince got scoffed,
And cats were deprived until,
The Drongo heaved, and brought some back to try,
He was sucking from the bucket, till he got his bloody fill,
Twice eaten cat tucker and the red of purple dye,
But the cats were vengeful still,
When the Drongo finished swill,
They pounced upon him at his open fly,
They were chewing on his stoneys,
As he said softly moany,
Aunt Rita you’re a gift I can’t deny
Don Johnson
Apologys to the Aussie Drongo bird
Bad mouthing you say he is a Drongo or a Galah,
Both birds ….
Categories:
drongo, adventure,
Form:
Ballad
Metaphor of multi plug
The metaphor of the multi plug
With lines and leads connected lugs,
To keep you on their lead,
Believing all their krappy creed,
from some dirty unwashed thug,
You poor mental as passive weed,
Do you dig the drain I’ve dug
Or has you brain gone off to seed,
The master holds a grudge,
Deceptive television yes do heed,
It’s fool the drongoes, brainwash, drug,
The millions watch and get a feed,
Of Tory bullkrapp every seed,
You are treated like a mug,
The Super rich will tug your weed,
Brainwash, every deed,
Your television it does shrug,
Repetition keeps you up to speed?
Jammed in your brain poor slug?
The unsuspecting brainwash need,
Manilipulated poor, poor dud…
When the Rich control the news media effectively,
You are battered with propaganda,
Television always showing no respect for thee,
Your goose is cooked old Gander,
To the Drongo rich they pander,
Their connection, pull the plug………………
Don Johnson
Categories:
drongo, adventure, drug,
Form:
Ballad
9.
like the light
like the dark
yet it is full of the sound of steps
again it wakes up on the forest-road
taking leave from the yellow construction
all the sound of the bamboo-flute
sinks today into the green minerals
it is not moonlight
on the road it is some north-east sadness
he who comes admits his body
with the divine sin
if you are sorry be water for three days now
through out the day and night
there is the paraffin of fire-flies
the blue cough is not from the sky
it may be some tusu-gaan fly off
from the chest of the straight-line
that has been wiped out
10.
i’ve deposited my metallic heart
to the archaeological-store of the wind
and i send rolling this bare eyes towards the fog
frequently
i make the crystal of her hair soft
i can see those crows
whose jaws are not closed
the colour is also
as if it were burst into cotton
can the anchal of danekhali sari swallow the kernel
and water of the blue tooth-brash after opening its husk
i say to the head with earnest request
oh my father keep cool
and look at the rain-pipe inside which
there is all the dances of the peacocks
11.
in the dim light
the predecessors of the dead stars
tell stories
this dhaba
is beside the long bus-root
yet it is still not satisfied
with the shrimps
the tail of the black drongo
hanging from the farakka bridge
is divided
towards the ganga
towards the padma
the gramophone of the mid-noon
continues to sound at the midnight
those who are doing pilgrimage
on the back of tigers
within the lighting zone of their torch
all the nearest of men who get lost
cover their faces
you know very well that the memory-gland of the wind
becomes how much river-minded when it walks through the fire
Categories:
drongo, fantasylight, sound, water, blue,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Oh my friend cowherd
Play Your Flute,
Sweet voice from core of heart
Flora has to get a life.
Black Drongo birds and Martin
The cows came back on,
Play your flute to
Dark Green pasture must yield.
Oh my friend cowherd
Play Your Flute,
A group has cows eat grass
The world has to be a new form.
The sun has set go west
Cows did stunts, eating grass
Oh my friend cowherd
Play Your Flute.
Categories:
drongo, friend,
Form:
Free verse
Drongo Leery
Riding on old drongo Leery,
poor old bugger, ticks n lice,
Dodging Traps, Police n Troopers,
Catch a racehorse would be nice.
Robbed a fellow down the river ,
Had no money, he was nice,
Didn’t have no dung on liver,
Gave him a quid,
he thanked me twice.
Country full of Pommy, ex convicts,
Ticket of leave men, yes too right,
Keep yer mouth shut, is their motto,
Seeing nothing, their delight.
“Don’t give your guts, “ is what they’re saying,
Don’t tell the Traps, which way I went,
Buy all the beer at the pub, I’m staying,
Black tracker on me trail is sent.
Ride in front of a bullock team,
Eradicate my tracks, just a bit,
Leave the track on rocky ground,
Leave no tracks, you dumb tom tit. (finch)
Got meself a squatter’s, blood horse,
Saddled and she rooted twice, (bucked a bit)
Need some more tomato sauce,
On me lamb chops very nice.
Cantered up to the mail coach,
Cobb n Co, 6 horses pulling here,
Held em up with old forty four,
Gave jewelry back, to some old dear.
Punch in chest, from shot of rifle,
Down I fall, the pain intense,
Drongo so close, is sniffing, idle,
Death is coming, caring less.
Don Johnson
Categories:
drongo, adventure, me, old, me,
Form:
Ballad
Me an Jack n Joe are sweet,
We are living on the street,
Turfed out of Hospital & Nursing homes,
Morven Hospital closed, poor oldie’s moan,
The Government stroke, toot suite!
Too pick upon the worker poor,
To persecute the sickly more,
Persecute the handicapped sure,
What does this Drongo bleat,
aint me, cos im so neat:)
But rancid is the piggy Boar,
When he’s on easy street :)
Don Johnson
New tory state government got rid of 20,000 public servants and closed nursing homes,
Council caravan parks, taking carers off the handicapped, get the picture:)
Categories:
drongo, adventure, , cute,
Form:
Rhyme
Zombuloonies
Of furry creatures of the night,
and Zombie crossed with parasite,
sidestep, dodge an duck away,
or will ya at the moon just bay, this night...
the fowls are off the bloody lay,
no eggs for me, to blinking day,
zombies sucking eggs, hey hey,
it’s just not bloody right,
stuck a stake in his great gizzard,
he said “starve the bloody lizard,”
a drongo bashed him, like a blizzard,
stuffed he is orright,
be careful in the full moon light,
wolfmen a prancing, fangs so bright,
zombies blinking glass eyed sight,
spare stake, just keep one waiting, tonight…
Don Johnson
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Categories:
drongo, adventure, moon,
Form:
Ballade
Drongo
The Drongo sauntered into town,
Been eating feral chook,
His dog was in the plurry pound,
Drongo gave up a frowning look.
The Drongo was a handsome lad,
So his momma thought,
The shielas thought him kinda sad,
An teased him for some sport .
Ol Drongo got on his goat,
The Police thought he was riding,
Jailed another mate, the actual goat,
Drongo surely law abiding.
Perhaps: a Drongo.
30-july-11
Categories:
drongo, adventure,
Form:
Rhyme
men are referred to as "that Galah over there,"
a grey n pink parrot they aint rare...
or "Drongo Jack" from the city town,
duck the uppercut a coming down.
Greased hair Rockers they were cool,
leather jackets , shielas drooled...
sometimes just a bloke,
sucking on a beer or coke,
altogether cool,
vertical aint no vegativebool....
so there Linda-Marie,
how it was or is,
way south of the border,
Don Johnson
Categories:
drongo, adventure,
Form:
Rhyme