Best Lyrebird Poems

I passed by Old Man Banksia, a wonderfully gnarled tree,
While trekking through the Jamison, a bushland pedigree,
I saw the broad leaf of the Geebung, with...

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Raymond Littlejohn’s favorite bird to study was the lyrebird.
He was an amateur ornithologist who recorded their sounds in the 60’s
They are also called peacock-wrens and...

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Mound in the wiregrass is the stage for the dancer in the hills,
who steals the arias of others, then through the valley fills,
a laugh, a...

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In one square mile, northeast of Noojee,
there are seven birds that I often get to see
as I walk on the tracks in pristine forestry,
in one...

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Along the road called forestry, the silver ash weeps over me
as I meander 'round the dell and glade.
Pass scars of sand pits long disused, where...

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Yellow crops of sandstone,
Jagged mountain peak,
Red display of waratahs,
A meandering bush creek.

White display of flannel flowers,
Bottlebrush with orange cones,
Beautiful fronds of tree ferns,
Blue gums with...

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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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He lays...

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"White the Lowest Sky"



Cries the Lowest Sky 
tear drops fed as manna
o’er the littlest warrior 
face raised to ultra Light

The 3
that sit in Ultra Gamma
there...

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"White Noise and the Mother Load of Dark Matter" 

underneath the static
what exists 
is never seen nor heard

for what it truly is 
the eyes and...

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I see it through the mountain mist,
From craggy rock it springs its fall,
Its spray of whiteness reaching out
Cascading off a sandstone wall.

A lyrebird is calling...

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An angel walks the earth
Where mortal sinners
Gave a nation birth
An angel of elaborate plume
Once called Bird of Paradise
Still unsurpassed in tune
Its plectrum plucks the lyre
With...

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On the days I’m in the forest,
there is peace and gratitude,
with being where time does move slow,
and there’s the natural attitude,
of the urging for survival,
that...

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A day that’s spent in the forest is a day that’s heaven-sent,
with the air so crisp and clean with ample shade,
where Mother Nature’s in control...

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When words fall short,
I sit in the world's shadows.
Watching the world through my window,
I rejoice absurd songs.
Life spills in laissez faire economics,
consuming dreams to rust.
Forgotten...

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