Best Emus Poems
I'm Witchy Poo from Dunedoo,
I'm a flaming outback witch,
You won't see me rounding cattle up
Or digging in a ditch.
I like to cast spells,
Just like those city witches do,
I've cast so many spells outback,
Successful ones too.
Did you know that emus
Always used to fly,
That is until that nasty bird,
Well....dropped one in my eye.
So I cast a spell
So he could only move along the ground,
No more zooming through the sky for him,
He's terra firma bound.
And as for those walking kangaroos,
Too many gathered near my shack,
So I cast a spell of hiccups,
Just to get them back.
But my most successful spell of all,
And there certainly is no doubt,
Was when I took the rain away
And created all this drought.
There's only one more thing to tell you,
And that's how I got my name,
The locals gave it to me,
Just after the emu took its aim.
authors note: Dundedoo is a real country town some 400 km north west of Sydney{ NSW Australia} in the outback
Categories:
emus, children, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
Ah, the rhododendrons, dear and bright,
Look at them for a moment, three seconds,
Seek them in the streets, in silence,
Explore the small multicolored gardens,
They are pink, purple, white, shiny, red.
Ah dear rhododendrons, they are crazy,
They drove the Macedonian soldiers mad,
Admire them, they are righteous warriors,
Thracians, Saxons, blue Spartans
They make you forget the enemies, emus,
Ah, the rhododendrons, dear and bright,
Love is no longer enough to believe in God,
Look at the rhododendrons, admire them,
Pink, White, Red, Mauve , Purple, Shiny,
They heal the ills, give back to courage.
NB it should be known that in antiquity, rhododendron alcohol was given to soldiers to make them crazy while fighting ( from memory)
Categories:
emus, 10th grade, beautiful, flower,
Form:
Free verse
Lying on the hilltop
like moments in a dream,
the beauty so extreme,
when the blowing winds stop
I look through the treetop
and spy a monotreme.
Platypuses pass by
as wombats waddle through,
followed by kangaroo.
Emus could never fly
but they will always try
or wind up in a stew.
Strutting mist, slow and proud
animal shapes in clouds.
08/18/15
Categories:
emus, animal,
Form:
Sonnet
Apes, chimps, giraffes, elephants, emus, tigers and lions,
And they can all interact with me, gaze and chat
When will we arrive at the zoo, mum?
Categories:
emus, africa, animal, character, cheer
Form:
Questionku
CONSIDER THE EGG
The eggs of chickens are very small,
But their use is quite versatile
Compared to the eggs of emus...
Let's think about that for a while.
Can be boiled, scrambled or fried,
Tasty omelettes, or even poached.
They are used in cakes for baking,
Or combined with bacon and toast.
Breakfast's choice is often eggs,
A very good start to the day.
Used in salads and sandwiches
Eggs can be enjoyed any way.
All custard tarts must contain eggs,
Which causes the custard to set,
This isn't done with emu eggs
As chicken ones are the best bet.
Rich in vitamins and protein
In nutrition they're very high,
Not the cause of cholesterol,
Your diet should give them a try.
The egg shell is oval in shape
It has colours of white or brown.
The hen may use a nesting box,
For eggs to safely be laid down.
The chicken's a worthy contender,
Though her eggs are smaller in size,
They're cheap to buy by the dozen
She deserves a Pullet Surprise.
Copyright © Vivien Wade May 2017
Categories:
emus, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
In a royal antibacterial waste machine one must wait for the willing vibrancy of the whistling seal. Dressed neatly in a three piece suit he sits on a rock and calls to the breezes on which there are so few. In the era of expunging elitist effigies there exists far less than in a previous era so dimensions have developed a more triangular appearance. Seal looks on. Temperate falling skies bring all weathers and still not too many feathers on a beaded wind. A cloth can move around to bring alterations but altercations are caused by many plastic helmeted men who proudly hold the spray. And spraying is often located even in a bread. Or a small currant. Or sultana. Managed mainly manufactured. Measly mass monstrous movements. No moccasins here then. And thus the page is turned until the avenue is in sight. Roll roll roll. Here comes the square car. Beep beep. Out of which comes a giraffe, a penguin, a sea turtle with bright lips, and a monstrous fig tree complete with a very tall hat that reaches to Jupiter. When that is wiped the flight paths of emus sail to even the most far flung regions of the globe. And travesty is not travelling it is trapping and taming. Should one really place ham in a sandwich when pork should be free to roam? All aboard then. Is everyone ready? Comfortable? Enchanted? Good. For time is short. And a boom boom boom is arriving to stunt even the most strongest of plants into an oblivion of a scale. But not a scale of C. A scale of 0. No charging buffalo could ever stand true if the prefered angle is in a skirt or a bosum. And a bohemian's car is a secret castle. Watch out there is a lady who spews curd. Mongoose style of neck. So a mongoose and a buffalo do go to dinner to entertain for great plans are being made and a global economy has an appointment at the gym. So hahaha to all that. And place the 900 nappies in the bin. For the 890 children will surely mean that the £ will pay the way. House heating. And a heavy wide load giggling with a small town. Xxxxx high heels mooo looping. Xxxxx kittens kitty xxxxx belligerent buffer bluffing xxxxx done. And that was the p y q who was reporting live from a dinner hall in 1528. Z.
Categories:
emus, adventure, analogy, angel, animal,
Form:
Byron McGovern (true story 1900)
At Denowan near Goodooga,
lived Mc Govern so they say,
At a Church of England mission,
Aubrey lived there anyway,
now Byron McGovern got arrested,
Black Trackers they said sure,
in jail he was invested,
his tracks came to the door,
the murderer was cunning,
tiptoed to Byrons' camp,
pulled on Byrons' muddy boots,
tiptoe running, in his dance,
Frog Morton he had no chance,
foul murder it was done,
axed to death, the Emus wept,
bad signatures on the cheque book, one,
Byron sidestepped the gallows,
no death for murder him,
the forgers face was sallow,
slip knot got tight and grim,
and the corpse did swing a swing,
and justice came ashore,
some stupid bloody ding a ling ,
got his karma bloody sure....
Don Johnson
Categories:
emus, adventure,
Form:
Ballad
Kym the Koala liked to climb
And munch gum leaves all the time
In the hot Aussie sun
Up early munching leaves and having fun
He saw jumping kangaroos
And running large emus
But he did not want to be like them
A pastime climbing trees was easier in the end
When up high in trees
He could see far as he pleased
Not being bothered by much
Except birds, insects and such
You see there are different things
That each one to the world brings
Being happy and having fun bound
And differences make the world go around.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
emus, children, nature,
Form:
Ballad
Our great debate is about to start
Over which aspect is the essential part
Of the word 'kiwi' -- Is it that strange-looking bird
Or is it the green, fuzzy fruit that tastes so darn good?
You say a kiwi can't be a bird, because it can't fly
Well, how about emus, and rheas, and ostriches?
They are flightless birds too, say I
You say no bird has a beak so awfully long
Well, just look at pelicans, curlews, and storks
I say you're wrong!
You say alright, o.k -- Consider the kiwi berry
I say the kiwi's no berry -- to the contrary
It's clearly a citrus fruit
You say, No! No! -- A kiwi grows on a shrub or a vine
I concede that may seem like a grape or raspberry
But whoever heard of 'Vintage Kiwi Wine?'
You shake your head and you say
It's rightly called the 'Chinese gooseberry'
While I assure you it's got more vitamin C
Than an orange inside a pail
Of straw, black, blue, and elderberries
Thus concludes our debate
Wasn't it great?
Maybe I won -- Maybe it was you
But when we sat down to eat some kiwi
~ Away it flew!
Categories:
emus, bird, conflict, confusion, fruit,
Form:
Rhyme
The old man has a breeding pair of emus now,
to go with the pig, the chickens and the ducks,
three sheep, a goat (all edible), a dairy cow,
a livestock trailer and two rusty pickup trucks.
Quite the country gentleman, since he’s left
the city’s worries far behind. Two big hounds
on chains protect his property from theft.
He’s got a six-foot fence around the grounds.
He talks of self-reliance, and he’s got a gun,
a hatchet, and a boning knife. The emus will
hatch baby emus, and be eaten; and the sheep,
the pig, each to its fated purpose under Sun.
It’s simply home economy, not sport, to kill.
He’ll clear the table and go upstairs to sleep.
Categories:
emus, life, people, social,
Form:
Sonnet
Here,are warm times.
Out up in the sky is the golden sun,
Shinning brightly on all.
A food for green plants and the likes;
moulds,sea weeds too.
Featured birds,four-legged land animals.
Agile social insects,out in the woods,
hunting for grains and meats.
At the zoo,are wombats,emus,capybaras,
koalas and kangaroos juggling as games.
You'll here the busy gurgling of waters
from falls and springs.
In the great waters,with the great colonies of
sea creatures;sea lions,lobsters,sea horses,
dolphins amongst many,prey one another.
And there,in the center of the ancient town,
is Mr. Opy,a middle-aged fellow.
Just out to have fun!
All he says is,"it's summer, people!".
Categories:
emus, seasons, summer, sun,
Form:
Free verse
Do you hear the magpies chortle
As the sun rises over the hills
Do you see a koala in a gum tree
As the wind rattles the leaves
Do you feel the sun on your neck
As the summer sun reaches high
Do you see the dust across the sky
As the dry takes hold of the red earth
Do you see the kangas and emus bound
As the cool of the evening settles the earth
Do you love this land with all your heart
As one who was blessed with Australia .
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
emus, nature,
Form:
Ballad
Have I got a deal for you?
A little island I found, and
Yer, you guessed it,
It has a price tag.
The white wash from the
Blue ocean waves is dancing on
Golden beaches, inviting your
Imagination to come and play,
The soft sands cover with
Girls in bikinis who bathe in the
Warmth of the glowing sun.
The surfboards are waxed to stop the
Muscle-bound bronzed bodies
Slipping, as they paddle out to sea.
Girls watch and gossip, faster than
The speed of sound –
All while men are riding the waves.
However, no one, and
I mean no one,
Tosses another shrimp on the Barbie.
We grab a lump of steak
Soak it in the beer we drink and
Grill it over naked flames.
We don’t have problems,
Cause we have mates,
And our mates have solutions –
To find a solution we crack open a beer.
The Aussie way of dealing with
Bad luck or doom is simply
Down another tablespoon of concrete and harden up.
The start of a new day washes yesterday away
And invites wildlife to your back door,
Lead by the aroma of a freshly cooked
Breakfast that calls you for more.
As the sun heats up,
The shade of the gum tree
Provides shelter for kangaroos,
Unless of course they are chased by your pet emus.
All this and more is found at your
Back door, on a major holiday island we call
Australia.
Don’t be concerned if you
Decide not to buy,
Because Down Under
We will supply
Entertainment all the way
And a wicked holiday.
(c)2013 Gordon Andrews
Categories:
emus, poems,
Form:
Prose
Flamingos in the mud with wet flat feet,
search for curly shrimp to eat.
They preen and rest in their Mangrove nest.
Eagles, America's great bird of prey are so very brave and strong.
On the ground their dinner scurries around,
but a big lake fish is their favorite dish.
Adelie penguins build their nests with stones they like to steal.
Tuxedos waddling on the icy floor,
lay one lonely egg and never anymore.
Toucans eat lizards from artistic beaks.
Akward rainforest fellows under umbrella trees,
they clack, tap, and nap in the rainforest breeze.
Hummingbirds fly backwards, those emerald acrobats.
The smallest bird you have ever seen,
eggs no bigger than a jellybean!
Emus are the tallest birds in the world, with abbreviated necks.
Their tiny wings mean they can't fly.
Imagine an emu soaring by!?
Robins cuddling in a Sycamore tree, father, mother, soon babies three.
Little blue eggs fill their cozy nest.
Tomorrow sad worms for a first breakfast.
Seagulls on the beach appear lovely and white.
Just never leave your sandwich alone in plain sight.
Do not be fooled by their innocent gait, for bologna and cheese, they won't
wait!
Categories:
emus, bird,
Form:
Acrostic
*Image of Freedom Pub
Freedom Pub
Marred fictions of emus, ostriches
dip their heads neath, were hailed
by Ancient Rome's false divination,
of individuals, whose conquest of
enshrining their implied role.
Emancipated exacters, whereto,
the subjugators of the unlearned
majority, daily context by untruths,
orientations hard-pressed, by
tainted thumbs of paperwork,
loads conveniently,
mache for obvious design.
Decaying precursors demonocracy,
aptitudes knotting promotes,
a panache promenade of quilted
quids, as characters clash with
reality quarrels, as a shoreline
of sculpted castled sands, drift to
its emptiness of their costly
noted, S.O.S.
The absence of freedom is a true
reinvention for the masses, to
rummage and further wander, its
lineage of class enumeration
liken to some zombie apocalypse,
clueless beginning.
Lo and behold, its keepers adrift,
salty surges hath rise o'er, the
fresh living waters.
2023 January 07
*HM*
Freedom Pub
~~Joe Maverick: Judged 2023 January 09
Categories:
emus, inspiration, muse,
Form:
Free verse