Billabong Poems - Poems about Billabong

...At breakfast I scribble in a notebook questions like: why do I feel like a duck-billed platypus has been nibbling at my brain all night? The I remember the billabong, the kookaburra and the ‘jo......Read the rest...

...Lifted by the sweet sound of birdsong, wild surfer on double overhead waves; I feel all that Sex wax and Billabong.......Read the rest...

...Once upon a time On a billabong a frog croaked out his billabong song It was harmony of nature The stars looked on And all was peaceful - nothing was wrong At the height of the full moon ......Read the rest...

...Numb to sun's torture, scathed terrain Syphons cynic's air, ribs poised Statuesque breath stoic barren refrain Skeletal inertia, rhythm devoid Famine implores an aca......Read the rest...

... If the river wends its way on a path so very long, and it can't make up its mind, just meandering along, then a monsoon from the west blows the rains in hard and strong, and the water's ......Read the rest...

... "The Padded Soft Cell" Here they cover their mirrors with garlands of poésies to stop billabong reflections pooling through the inmates congratulate each other walk......Read the rest...

...in traffic there is an accidie and weariness and flatness and humdrum of the road but leonard cohen helps with that and i think about the poor north koreans without their fix of coca cola and th......Read the rest...

...As the sun rises over the Billabong Life began to flow in the dawn of the morning Crocodiles snaps at its morning food Large fish swim for their lives Mosquitoes are in the millions Swarming all......Read the rest...

...Yes, we do share our dreams, of course we leave out the inadmissible, the dark alcoves and the flying monkeys. At breakfast I scratch in a notebook, doodle questions like why I feel a duck-b......Read the rest...

...A sheila at a billabong Was smitten by a boomer dong "She had a son Who could not run" Recalled Cassidy Hopalong......Read the rest...

... "Black Cockatoo" I was white as pure snow cotton thread through the eye of God's needle Black he was, not Egyptian, more ancient he ......Read the rest...

...Destinations, unconventional beings futuristic designs, some may deem them gods in the making...... Perfect in all forms, being the impendiment perfection is non existent . Blink twice , bite you......Read the rest...

...The bright lights of the city Have lured me away From bushland plains and mulga scrub from plains of rich red clay Away from the serenity to noise and toil and strife To pay the bills and cur......Read the rest...

...Cattle trucks drive highways now where drovers once held sway Heavy rigs of chrome and steel replaced the horse and dray Gravel tracks of rich red earth that rambled near and far Have disappe......Read the rest...

...I was out of work in thirty-three and forced to take the road, not really looking forward toward the tramping swaggy code, and as luck had it, just by chance, I no longer had to hike, ‘cause parke......Read the rest...