Best Kookaburra Poems

Snake hunting bird in silent trance 
Iconic outline on the branch 
As daybreak dies, with laughter, quiet 
You quell your deadly appetite 

Your searching eye...

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The Kookaburra, this terrestrial Kingfisher like bird
With it's onomatopoeic call, laughter in it's world
They inhabit arid savanna's and humid forests so lush
Also suburban to residential,...

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“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...

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A kookaburra laughing way up high
     Caused a little boy to sigh,
    "Can't you find another way
 To...

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"The Silkworm’s Birthday"





Mulberry leaves flutter in the breeze
Kookaburra brave Joker bluffs a sky blue breast 
Drops one feather for a quill, a song hidden in...

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At daybreak,  
I approach the beach across a soft hill of clover, 
past sleeping Pandanus palms,
and down a small sand dune.

I am enveloped by...

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Anxiously the trees were awaiting their morning breeze,
Birds nestled amongst the high towering branches,
Caressing in couples as they watched over their nests,
Delicately leaves were falling...

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Willing, future wraps in entailment
music playing tricks on the mind
black to light 
back to black
distilling moments 
bleeding 
infernal internal attack

slow lit cigarettes 
ignition, pain felt...

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I’m a very early riser  - the first settler’s 
alarm clock you might say- 
If you haven’t heard my native name 
Wiradjuri guuguubarr- That’s...

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"The Queen's Slippers - Part 2"




There goes my heart
with bags packed
no turning back
or final wave
seated hooded next to huntsman
innocent, gauche, temperamental
There will come a time
to...

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From Byron bay to Broome on rolling russet plains
beauty shine’s the Kimberly when the northern territory rains
My heart will always weep when the scent of...

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“The Penelope Squad”



A line of bluebirds 
tittering on a line
swaying on the winds
like comedian pageboys 
having a good time
poop in the peg bucket
words wooden and...

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“Barking Up the Wrong Tree” 

ghost gums
shed their bark 
the min-min 
makes good use of it
papyrus, soft enough to 
imprint and write
thoughts, like the 
ripening...

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Within the pearled
 half-light of morn',
 in the stilled silence
 of the first breath 

I watch opaque dreams
 drift to and fro,
 un-lighting the last...

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The sun is rising at my back;
across the land’s a lemon glow,
to brighten up my backdrop,
where pristine vegetation grow.

I’m sitting down upon my porch,
with coffee...

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