Best Galahs Poems
It’s been a long day beneath hot sun,
with sunset looming and daylight done,
came across water with a stand of trees,
deep in shadow with a zephyr breeze;
a perfect place to camp for the night,
joined by galahs in the fading light,
with swag rolled out near a cooking fire,
heating up a damper and then retire.
Stars like crystal light the outback sky,
way out here they don’t seem so high,
Dingoes howl beyond a red sand dune,
a mopoke hoots ‘neath a silver moon.
And through the night as I try to sleep,
the night feeders either call or creep,
could there be a pig or a kangaroo?
maybe a camel or an old emu.
Sunrise breaks on my morning camp,
The sky is lemon and leaves are damp.
I poke the ash and I grass the fire,
add kindling and the flames reach higher.
I hear the call of a warbling wren,
a butcherbird and a water hen.
There’s nothing better than bird song,
by a campfire near a billabong.
The billy boils for a cup of tea,
bacon and eggs sit upon my knee,
already the thermals are in the sky,
a wedge-tailed eagle is soaring high…
passing by with babbling words,
is a feeding family of apostle birds,
all quite content to stop for a chat,
as long as I feed them bacon fat.
Sunrise has lifted on my morning camp,
the suns’ in the sky, now nothing damp,
I roll my swag and I douse the fire,
with the campsite left as it was prior
for the budgerigar and the cockatoo,
or a flock of redrumps passing through.
I won’t see them for I’m on my way;
perhaps next year on another day.
Categories:
galahs, bird, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
I see a pair of Pink and Greys
They fly on by my way
They seem to be so filled with health
To me they do have so much wealth
They're so majestic in the sky
As I see them flying by
And when they land upon a branch
It really puts me in a trance
Trays of seed I have for them
On which upon they land
Such a lovely sight to see
I could almost feed them from my hand
I love to see them feeding there
As the seed these two birds share
Categories:
galahs, bird, food, summer,
Form:
Sonnet
Saddle old Brownie
A saddle on me old brown horse,
To ride away into the sunset,
Light swag on me old pack of course,
Nother horse called my Regret.
Carry flour for damper or tasty fried scones,
Sugar n tea, few spuds n onions,
Carry a stockwhip to flog off the dogs,
Or galahs with the loony some ones.
Camp every night by blazing fire light,
Out where the Coolabahs sway,
Dip water from the river and boil,
Gumleaf smelling tea today.
Seach for mussels at the waters edge,
Put him on the hook today,
Catch em a cod, good tucker by God,
Spit out the bones I may,
Protein n calcium hey….
Don Johnson 20-july-11
Categories:
galahs, adventureold, me, old,
Form:
Rhyme
"Possums on the Run - Part 2"
No ice cream,
cupboard’s bare
ultra Fahrenheit sun,
hang out the clothes
do the dinner run,
setting table,
setting sun,
Can of Irish Stew, mashed potatoes,
Baked Beans, toast -
no Sunday Roast -
cordon blue, delectable, what fun…
Fruit Bats flying,
Yellow crested Cockatoo screams
Pink Galahs are joking
Kookaburra’s laughing
rabbit in the back yard again
where’d it come from?
Shakes her head, thinks,
“It’s escaping, it’s on the run”.
The other two are dying,
they’ve gone awol,
jumped the fence
drank the Mick priests’
alter wine and then some,
time to mention
the box of Dad’s Wine Club
she thinks, “ bloody hell,
they’ve gone wild. Why me?
Why am I left with
the Primary School Club?”
He’s gonna be home soon
she turns the shower on
stands them up quick,
cold water rushing down,
anxiety sets in thick,
adrenalin rush
heart boom-boom-boom
“Quick!” she cries, “Quick!”
stand them up under cold water
in the shower, “Quick, Quick, Quick!”.
“Come on l’il sista”,
the kid’s laughing,
like it’s fun
sober up before Five,
he’s gonna be home soon
“god! The Father
and the son…
We’re Done! Done! Done!”
Flyscreen door, mosquito coils
here comes the Kimberley’s roar
it’s 5pm,
all looks normal
li’l sister sitting up sober and brave
table’s set, dinner’s ready
where’s the other one?
She’s laying flat out,
counting zzzzz’s
'cause she hit the ruddy rum!
Shake her, wake her up
the King is home, surf’s up
din-din’s on...
Steak N Kidney Puddin’
from the tin
“Wake Up! Runi-B-Kahrun,” she
whisper-screams on the run
to the dinner table,
“get quick to the kitchen, run, run, run!”
Small town blues
bugger it, bugger bum
(Aussie Slang nothing
nefarious) run, run, run
That was yesterday
table set, dinner done
debate around the table
“Tids”, he says with concern,
“you're looking rather piqued, better
go rest some”.
Another day is done.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 Jan)
1. Simple Minds/Everything She Said
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T2uqUjJQwGY
Categories:
galahs, childhood, father daughter, journey,
Form:
Free verse
there once was a man from afar
who stood and held forth at the bar
but the tort he invoked was no more than a joke
in defence of the hot pink galah
now the judge who was wearing a wig
when he heard this did dance him a jig
for a poor constitution conveyed no solution
in the case of the flight of the pig
so the case was referred to the crown
who replied with a quizzical frown
how dare this galah make a pig fly so far
i refer to the case of the clown
but the clown at the back of the court
said surely there's more of import
than pigs and galahs who can fly through the bars
when the judge is so easily bought
galah: 1-gregarious australian pink and grey parrot notable for its often comical behaviour
Categories:
galahs, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Distant mountains, a purple haze,
Kangaroo stands up to gaze,
Station horses and sheep graze,
On an unforgiving plain.
Red gums line a bone-dry creek,
Pink galahs swirl and shriek,
Bones are bleaching from the weak,
On harsh and dry terrain.
Soaring high in the world you own,
With not a kingdom’s soul unknown,
On the red soil plain beneath a clear blue sky,
So much seen in an Eagles eye.
Every movement, every sound,
On the saltbush covered ground,
Thinking safe and can’t be found,
Cannot slip by.
A dingo on the prowl… is in an Eagles eye,
A Whirly-whirly dance… is in an Eagles eye,
Seek the frail so the strong survive,
Keeping the outback so alive…
From an Eagles eye.
Soaring high in the world you own,
With not a kingdom’s soul unknown,
On the red soil plain beneath a clear blue sky,
So much to see in an Eagles eye.
Categories:
galahs, bird, nature,
Form:
Lyric
ROOBOY
Between the spinifex and gibber, across the dry, hot sand,
Lenny sits as proud as punch with the leather straps in hand,
His roo it has a saddle and a bit between its teeth,
When he wants to change direction, he gives the reins a reef.
You see Lenny rides a kanga, a great big bounding roo,
The locals think he's crazy as he comes bouncing through,
From Coolah to Walgett, Burke, Gunnedah and Broken Hill,
You’ll hear the call as Rooboy passes, “You’re a flaming dill.”
But Lenny sits as pleased as punch, crunching spinifex,
Under the paws of the red roo that he christened Rex,
The mulga bush and salt pan is where the unlikely pair roam,
The never-never, the back of beyond, the outback is their home.
From White Cliffs to Wilcannia you’ll hear the walloping sound,
The great big thump beyond Black Stump racing cross the ground,
The dingoes and galahs, the corellas join in too,
Laughing at their loudest as the pair come bounding through.
But one day opinions changed in the town of Coober Pedy,
Arriving were some robbers, dangerous and so greedy,
Roo-boy bounced the villains into the crusty ground,
The locals called him hero, an outback legend found.
Now when Roo-boy's seen, that is where the story’s spread,
Jackaroos and Jillaroos dip the akubra hats upon their head,
They pay homage to the boy that saved the outback town,
The place where inhabitants spend most time underground.
Now a song's just been written, Rooboy is its name,
It's spread across Australia, giving the pair such fame,
But you won't see them in a fancy place, being kept and well fed,
They still sleep under the stars, using dried tussocks for a bed.
REPEAT FIRST VERSE John Williams
Categories:
galahs, animal, children, funny,
Form:
Lyric
The Cockies are in trouble, they can’t live off the land
Mortgaged out of existence with the need to expand
Hope like the land eroding, luck just giving out
Bushies fighting continually, fire, floods and drought
And so the Banks are now the terror every cockie dreads
As they climb into debt fighting their overhead
Yet here in the big cities do we even bloody care
About their rural problems, the despair the bushies share
Streuth the bloody farmers live off the fat of the land
What galahs to think sugar a great way to expand
The fat cats watch their stocks rise in world market shares
The need to make big profits about Aussie battlers who cares
Then shares dropping to the bottom and life ain’t so sweet
Everyone struggling with mortgages they now can’t meet
Of course the Aussie farmer has been down this road before
But its getting harder the Banks now shut the door
Payment after payment, to keep the dream alive
No more borrowings so how will they now survive
Friendly creditors turn nasty destroying many lives
Scrubbing floors and cleaning the lot of many wives
Men trying to keep head above water, shattered lie the dreams
Australia where are you heading a disillusioned cockie screams
While Bankers in their ivory Towers no comfort do they lack
They the mortgage holders reap the rural lands outback
Farms, cattle and sheep stations, for generations were owned
By proud settlers and farmers those Kings are now dethroned
By prices and rising taxes, the bloody creditors and Banks
The bottom of the barrel, the battling farmers only thanks
Many facing foreclosure, they have nowhere else to go
While others are trying desperately, a profitable seed to sow
Farms soon under the hammer to the highest bidder they're sold
Blood suckers watch what you are doing, when you sell your soul for gold.
Categories:
galahs, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Buoy noise annoys an oyster in bed
Grandma hates Galahs screeching overhead
My dog can't stand vacuum cleaner whirl
Kids hate the noise of nails on chalkboard swirl
Annoyance of noise builds to crescendo
Repeating over again with echo
Noise repeats twice or thrice can be ignored
But after that noise bellows to discord
What annoys are people that hum away,
Those that drum on table with fingers stray
What truly annoys is repetition
Dripping away gouging a submission.
Categories:
galahs, anger, conflict, sound,
Form:
Rhyme
on full volume, play at quality x720p
"War and Peace"
strange birds
flying freedom wings
it was a clear blue sky day
punctuated by white
surrendering
the clear point of morning
a pterodactyl drowning the drill
of cockatoos, galahs and magpies
bleeding bugles
into afternoons and long goodnights
in the darkest moments
light still sings
of war and peace
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Australia Day, 26.1.22
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AUSTRALIA DAY 26.1.2022 - Sydney Australia -
R.A.A.F. Flypast for Aust Day
https://youtu.be/l6gGxgMMznM
"On Some Far Away Beach" / Brian Eno
https://youtu.be/K29t_L3CO6A
Categories:
galahs, peace, symbolism, war,
Form:
Free verse
Snake Alarm
I have a mate called Paddy,
Who lives inside me car,
He never made it home to daddy,
He's brown n long haha,
He loves dem little brown Frogs,
He'll slurp n suck em down,
Brown boot polish makes him snazzy,
But beer does make him frown,
Yes he's as quick as lightening,
If he's striking at your face,
An if he bites you on the bum,
We can't suck the venom place.
A heavy Dude the Brown.
Don
https://www.youtube.com/edit?o=U&video_id=qOwCiF-CLOo
Brown Snake Aussie, second most deadly Land Snake, Compared to lethal Aussie Taipan with his hypodermic fangs 1/2 inch. Untreated you are Dead!
Categories:
galahs, courage,
Form:
Ballad
BIRD BATH
Late afternoon has arrived,
I hear happy sounds so clear,
These come each day in hot weather
Bringing me chirps of good cheer.
Birds are playing in the bird bath
They drink and splash water around
Merrily chirping with pleasure,
As water drops fall to the ground.
The sparrows are light brown in shade,
While parrots are strikingly bright.
Pink galahs surround my bird bath,
All make such a colourful sight.
Watching these bird's is enchanting,
But soon they will all fly away
Free to seek other adventures,
May they brighten another's day.
Copyright © Vivien Wade Nov.25, 2015
Categories:
galahs, bird,
Form:
Rhyme
NORMAN
Norman was a character a funny man its true,
He was a country copper, till the force said bugger off blue,
He was there in Mungindi when two Squatters piddled on plants,
Grabbed onto ole Carruthers and booted him up the pants,
You cant do that said ole Loostrang, he’s the mayor of Dirran-bandi town…
You must be the bloody horse, said Norman to this drunken slobbery clown,
So he threw ole Carruthers into the Black Maria, {squatter = Land owner}
Loostrang went there swiftly hobnail booted, Ass on bloody fire,
So he got moved to Texas by the Squatter whinging boys,
And Norman booted the wrong asses, in Texas too just to bloody annoy,
{Texas town population 500}
So Norman left the force,
In Dirranbandi town he left his mark,
A drunken guy was whinging,
Bad toothache said the drunken nark,
Dentist, Norman, thoughtful, was a singing,
So he sat on ole Aspro Jack to shut him up,
Jerked a few teeth, till he fixed the squire,
Who Sobered quick, got his mouth to shut,
Cos Norman wheeled the pliers,
Norman found some revolvers,
In a Squatters great collection,
The photo was in the paper,
In my mommas recollection,
Of the guy who held up the bank,
Was Norman to perfection,
Then his wife phoned up, said why,
Is there money not too dry,
In the ice box frozen section?
Don and Nell knew bye and by,
Norm was the master of mis-direction,
Had money parked in all the banks,
On the commercial travelers selection,
So there in Goondiwindi,
he was eating breakfast at the caffe,
when three thugs arrived,
tipped soup into his bloody lap,
so he punched piss n pickhandles,
out of three of the would be stars,
and mopped up the floor,
threw all three out the door,
some really terrified Galahs*
{aussie pink n grey parrots}
I was having a beer with Norman,
He said “we’ll pick the bar,” {fight em all}
I said which end, just the Mormons,
He said “not yet, ah ha ha”:}
Don Johnson
Categories:
galahs, adventure,
Form:
Ballad
My hearts in Australia
On the dusty hot plains
As the galahs chatter in in their pink fine regalia
And will for me forever remain
My heart will remain in the blue crystal water
On the white sandy beach
Swimming in the sun as free as I ought a
And paradise is always within reach
My heart sings with gladness
When I think of those balmy warm nights
Not to love Australia is just madness
When I think of the Great Southern Land bursting with light
When this my time is over on this earth
And my wandering is finally done
I will lie in Oz in restful sleep for what it’s worth
To be blessed as an Australian means heaven was won.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
galahs, earth, nature,
Form:
Ballad
Don’t see it lady May….
Dark demon from the nether world,
From into-outer space was hurled,
And came by Dumbo jet,
He came to prey on lady May,
An older shiela, ninety say,
Who liked dem toy boys just a bit,
But lost her glasses in a fit,
While Counting her blessings hey,
Aint love grand? Ooray,
Devonshire had seen his like,
While poncing through the mist, all night,
A second son, down under come,
The bastard son of the prince of fun,
Got sent down-under, right? {australia}
That he was just a parasite,
Her head it entered, never might,
In passionate decay, sweet delight,
Procrastination day,
Would never come her way,
So Blinded by the light,
Ecstatically so blocked with blight,
Sweetie pie ON her parasite
Her prince she had to pay,
Tad grumpy sometimes may,
2 Some poetry recite,
Sir Rhupert of the browning twist,
Bad Poetry, he sort-of missed,
But he was a tad ok,
FOR A POMMY BERK, I say, {prisoner of mother england}
An never past, dis-may,
Dem pommys talk this way,
The point I’ve poorly mist?
As for the pontificating fits,
Rabbiting on, subtle mindless gits,
Galahs and sand-goanna nongs,
In Japanese phallic ding ding thongs,
Who had the mango ****ttts, {manure}
Playing chess for sanity say?
Be careful boy you’ll slippp,
Will madness win the day,
And tremors start to hit,
Ok,
The parasite spoke up with scorn,
Like royalty I’m so high born,
Bow down to me sweet little worm,
Us Parasites hold sway,
And so I seemed to say?
“Begone thou foulest dip-stick twit,
The misel-toe does shon-kily sit, {con man part}
On a healthy tree today “ :}
But do we really have to pay?
4 Attention’s, draught a bit? :}
Don
a ponce was a pimp for the ladies of the night ,
and if you were poncing about like a pimp it was orright,
suspected pimps were poncy too right
to get my poncifocation trite...
--
Categories:
galahs, adventure,
Form:
Ballad