Best Koala Poems
The koala did it I heard him say
He left his fingerprints at the scene that day
And was underhanded in what he did
The case is broken that’s why he hid
It wasn’t me who stole the car
Driving it away so very far
And you can see when we’re together
We are nothing alike as you can gather.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Koalas have fingerprints similar to humans.
The koala is cute and cuddly
On leaves she likes to chew
She also has a tummy pouch
Like the possum and kangaroo
Koala’s not a teddy bear,
Although he looks the part …
He munches eucalyptus leaves,
And captivates our hearts.
It came all the way from Australia
And it was my favourite toy.
A beautiful soft koala bear.
He was my pride and joy.
It wasn't a very big bear at all
So I carried it everywhere.
It was actually very easy for me
To hide it here and there.
It was the uninvited guest
Just about every place I'd go.
I loved that little koala bear
That I'd drag along in tow.
He came halfway around the world
Just to be my favourite toy.
Even when he'd lost an ear and an eye,
He was still my pride and joy.
for Linda Marie's "Toyland" contest
~~~
He’s such a cuddly little guy,
to lose him we’d regret.
And though he’s on the threatened list
he’s not endangered......Yet!
Unique to East Australia
but known the world o’er.
He lives high up in eucalypts
not on the forest floor.
His diet is the tough gum leaves,
he eats no other food,
and that is where the problem lies.
The future bodes no good.
For they’re cutting down the forests
at an increasing rate,
and one can only wonder
what is Koala’s fate?
So let us hope the powers that be
on logging, shut the gate,
to save our trees and wild life
before it’s all too late.
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The Koala is a marsupial (not a bear) whose baby stays in the pouch for six months then
clings to her back for another six. They sleep for many hours through daylight, and feed at
night on the leaves of the eucalyptus tree from which they also derive most of their water
supply. They need a large amount of these trees to survive.
At dawn the bay bed glows peachy yellow.
The waters above blue-green and gleaming.
Further out a grey shroud of ripples entraps the yachts
with lace nets en-snaring a flock of hulls.
Yet farther out still, the sea surface glistens and sparkles.
Then, the bay yawns and stretches, waking up, refreshed.
The first breaths of wind seep in like fingers
grabbing to get a finger hold to pull
the windy gusts in, with big blow coming.
Soon the sea is a field of grey ripples,
which grow to wavelets lipped with flecks of white spray.
Now the yachts wake up and jostle like horses
pulling at their moorings, dragging side to side.
Listen, you can hear the dash of splashes prancing
on wave crests as the winds build up in the bay.
Sea's morn color and transparency now blurred.
Dawn's calm serenity and beauty now forgotten
Koala Bay's agenda has shifted to: Up anchor, Set sail and Play
The boat skippers and crew flock bayside to make it happen.
Both sailboats and sailors love to rock and roll in bay streaked
with gusts driving white horses with jockeys wearing white caps.
Hoist the sails, drop the mooring lines, tighten the sheets.
The yachts surge forward, like race horses, with muscles and sinew straining.
They leap through the waves with leaps, bounds, thumps and jumps.
The spray flies, flung by the wind against weather beaten faces
It is noisy now, with bash and splash and skippers yelping and barking at the crew.
Koala Bay loves the performance, loves to entertain.
Tonight the bay will be calm and serene again.
Time to herald the bay's softer underbelly of shear stunning beauty.
Tomorrow the wind will conduct and conjure up another day of rollicking fun and adventure.
broad faced koala
like Jim Henson stitched muppet
stinky hugs clamber
wide eyed from home in gum tree
scared away by Aussie flames
Recently I found a big Koala
Sitting in my lounge watching t.v
With fluffy grey hair and big round tum
He was cute as can be!
He didn’t look like other Koalas
He was different to the rest
He had fluffy hair around his head
A bald patch in the middle
Which looked like a birds nest!
I asked Mr Koala
What is going on?
“Well he said, I will tell you a tale”
That won’t take me very long
I’m having a little trouble
With the Mrs you see
She’s says my hairs too fluffy
Crazy and scruffy
He said, I love my birds nest hair
I think I look real cool
However, I don’t want any strife
Because as the saying goes
Happy Koala wife
Happy Koala life!
So now I must go to the Koala Barber
To have my hair styled and cut
Because if I don’t …..
The Mrs will kick my Koala butt!!
(For MTG, LB and their ilk)
Give a koala
A fistful of eucalyptus leaves; their only food,
They won't know what to do with it.
Gotta pick it themselves, or starve.
That's because their brains are smooth,
Like chicken breasts.
No convolutions, small surface area, few connections.
What you see is what you get;
Pretty damned dumb for a mammal.
It seems to me, my dears,
You bear a striking resemblance
To these creatures.
Hand you a concept outside of your bubble -
You know, the food of higher thoughts - You just stare at it,
Reject it as undigestible.
This renders your very thoughts smooth,
No convolutions, small surface area, few connections.
What you see is what you get;
Pretty damned dumb for mammals.
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
A UNKIND KIND OF KINDLING
I am taking pictures off the wall
Then taking them to the flame
I am burning each, every and all
Food for a fire fueled by blame
Snapshots that still have the sweet aroma of your perfume
As I question the sky “Can love leave any sooner than this?
Figures and images we hung in the tiled living room
And a thousand scenes of me giving you a kindling kind of kiss
I never let things go but fought over so many paltry things
It’s easier burning photos than the memory of the night you took my name
A night of an angel in white and a man in black and tails trading rings
Further food for a fire fueled and shackled by shame
I’ll have to spackle those holes and heal them quite well
But I am incapable of healing that which has been done is done
I’ve a legion of sins and there’s so much more to tell
But what’s gone is gone so I’m burning pictures one by one
I will always remember when I first heard an angel’s song
Lyrics of love as two hearts were bound together by desire
But not even that angel could accept all that I’ve done wrong
Disregarding the deepest description of both desire and this fire
You knew I had to go as my face betrayed a frigid frown
It hadn’t been easy letting you down easy at all
I simply said “I’m saddling my horse Scout and now leaving town”
As Scout is getting restless so now I’ll stop taking pictures off the wall
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
A young Koala named Joey
had an upset stomach ohwie.
She fed him poop soup,
a poothie to boot.
Now he is handsome and showy!
Koala Bears are cute li'l Aussie animals
Except for their smell, it could clear your passages
Told my Aussie lass
Who had a real sweet bum
Lost my kangaroo when she tickled my apparatus
Barnaby the Koala was 70 years old.
He sat in a tree, and knowledge he sold.
Barnaby the Kolala was wise as can be.
His ways were particularly unique.
Barnaby the Koala's days were ending.
His last words: "My wise nature was always pretending".
Barnaby the Koala was a huge liar.
He looked on the internet for his "knowledge" he did aquire.
a strange koala in a tree
staring very strangely right down at me
i stare straight back up the tree
as the cheeky koala spits on me
hey there you,do not do that
your a koala not a rat
indeed this is strange,
come down here ,lets have a chat
his reply is no i done with that
i am the king ,the last of my kind
you cut down my trees are you people blind
you destroyed my home
now i am all alone
the giant gum trees so grand and tall
you have cut them all down
did you not hear them fall.
you sell them for wood chip to lands afar
now all i have is a road and a car.
my forest long gone
all that is left is me and this tree
just keep walking and leave me be free,
a strange koala yes indeed
maybe now you will plant that seed
regrow my home and leave me alone
for once i am gone i will not return
i am the last of the species as you watched my tree burn
please read this and help me return