Cockatoos Poems | Examples

Zinc White and Blue Ultramarine

I hear currawongs threading
their melodic calls through
the trees, sewing a dark 
into the cold air.
And far below,
a flock of white cockatoos 
screech their noisy chaos 
along the deepening shadows
of the valley floor. 

They seem like dabs 
of zinc white escaping
from a painting, sprouting
wings to lift them
from the canvas 
and fly them to where
they flicker on the edge
of the unseen, 
before dissolving forever
into the distances
of blue ultramarine.

Ashes

Charred wood and ash 
stink, after fires
in Garigal high-country.

A single crow cries
road-side, on a black tree-post
guarding road kill –
a round brown wallaby
with feet stuck-up.

Ash covers ash:
grey dust lies still...

until rain drizzles sweet liquid,
wets dirt, licks seeds, nudges life.
Seeds swell, unfold, 
lift leaves to prick the air :
grass-whiskers spring up.  

Fat globes of summer-rain spill 
between sandy soil-crumbs 
where roots sip  silver water.

One tomorrow, black-skinned scarred tree-trunks will sprout leafy chests,
and white cockatoos will screech graffiti over skies patched with clouds. 

Once more, warm lips of wallabies will graze over green grasses, 
nibbling: blessed again.

Overcast Morning with The Birds

Milky bright sky with rain in her net
Morning performance with native duet
Whip cracks and choo-choos crescendo in song
Spurring near aves to jolly along
The flightless young to pipe up and squawk
Easy like eagle or hoarse as the hawk!
Where cockatoos chase each other and chatter
Raindrops descend, and pitter-patter.

12 Days of Aussie Christmas

On the 1st day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
A koala in a gum tree
On the 2nd day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Two parrakeets.
On the 3rd day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Three Kangaroos hopping.
On the 4th day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Four Cockatoos squawking.
On the 5th day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Five Emu eggs.
On the 6th day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Six Baileys bottles
On the 7th day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Seven Fosters lager
On the 8th day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Eight Johnny Walker Reds and a Koala in a gum tree.
On the 9th day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Too drunk to remember what it was hic, but its gunna be a bonza holiday, hic. The koalas and me are sure to enjoy it.  Happie Holadayys evry 1

Way Down Under

Oh, so bluest the sky doth shine
A hint of the new season’s ploy,
Sweet November a springtime shrine
Grains of golden sands of pure joy.

Towards December’s hottest sun
Where the dust is stirred to a tune,
And winter waifs become undone
When gone the drowsy days of June.

Wild Lilac flowers bend their heads
Touch rainbows of unwasted weeds,
Swell the colours of feathered beds
As rainfall shrinks forsaking reeds.

End of year is the beginning
As nature moves in lucid tones,
Dawn’s chorus keeps the world spinning
While Cockatoos perch on their thrones.

Entered November, December Poetry Contest
Sponsor Karen Krutsinger. 
poem wrote 15/11/2022

The Life For Me

For far shires beyond the western red sun
  I’m leaving the Land of the Long White Cloud -
to journey across the far horizon
  where cockatoos in bloodwoods sing aloud.
Trading in my black singlet and swanndri 
  for a swag and a croc tooth akubra,
so hoo-roo Long Bay and gidday Bondi
  where blokes drink Bundy Rum, not Coruba!
Leaving a world where reality bites
  for the Dreamtime People’s great southern land -
outback bushies and cork hat urbanites 
  in the convict Land of the Long White Sand.
Now the Sunshine Coast is the life for me
in palisades and canals by the sea.


               Written: July 1997

Dusk On the Murray River

Dusk On the Murray River

A crimson red blanket hangs over the river, shrouding its steep muddy banks.
This is dusk on the Murray River, the Mississippi of this great land.
Fifteen hundred miles of slow-flowing water linking state to state and ocean to mountain.
What secrets do your Cod and Trout hide as they navigate your murky waters?

Night arrives quickly here in Echuca.
Dusk is brief at this place which means meeting of the waters.
Overhead Sulphur Crested Cockatoos gather in their masses, screeching their way into my thoughts as they swoop around me. 
Darkness falls

I want to stay out as late as possible, delaying my return to a budget hotel with a kicked-in door.
My room in the Caledonian hotel is one of the worst places I have ever laid my head.
The grubby stained carpet is as brown as the river.


Unease comes over me as I try to settle on a lumpy bed.
Sleep will not come 
I feel unsafe looking at the kicked-in door.
The sound of the birds fills my head.

War and Peace

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

Walking Past the Traffic Lights

Walking past the traffic lights

I’m walking past the traffic lights when I see a running knight,
He was running from a giant with an almighty height.
As I walked further I saw something fluttering in the wind, 
I was a doodle which an infant drew being pecked by a cockatoo.
As I neared the traffic lights I saw a goat, 
It envied the sheep’s longer coat.
As I reach the traffic lights,
I see some lice flying a kite.
Finally I reached the traffic lights away from those crazy knights, giants, infants, doodles, cockatoos, goats, sheep, lice and kites.

Paradoxically, Wrong Time

we only wanted to be kids
not heroes.
we wanted to catch ships of clouds at the sky
not black seadevils in the drain.
we wanted lemons for lemonade
not salt for our wounds.

but there it came
the dramatic change of scenery
prohibition of dreams and innocence
he iron lung in the birth parlour
rabid dogs raiding the cathouse
curtains falling over our eyes
Mad Hatter suddenly cured & sane
Laura Palmer found safe and well
pitch-black darkness in the lighthouse
silver screen cockatoos on the loose
teddy bears in war with smartphones
hangmen having a morning espresso
moth children scared of Vincent Price
giant blood oranges with hematophobia
ballerina’s alcoholic husband tin soldier
drunk on moonshine from golden sunshine
such a wrong time to be a human being

paradoxically, we only wanted to be kids
at the wrong time

So Stand the Fallen

Very soon marmosets and moose
will get their vaccines.

A lone gnome fishes in a Koi pond.

The light of the moon
has been dimmed by a Chinese switch.

Elite bands of cockatoos
fight for free speech, but just for themselves.

Preening jackasses bray in the green rain
and the songs are all the same.

A fearful old man stammers in the dark.

So far the greater apes are in ascendance
however, a turtle and trumpet alliance
has formed a combo of resistance.

Four masks a day and a cup of instant propaganda
keep us hiding behind a surreal subterfuge.

Afghan warlords wander empty streets
handing out relief packages.

Birds rent-out tree space to killer bees.
Belfry’s are bankrupted by fleeing bats.

Harpies and stool pigeons
turn in their stools for further interrogation.

King Kong whimpers inside a skyscraper closet,
too shy and lonely now
to swat even the smallest of biplanes.

Love Aves

Three black cockies
Sitting in a tree,
Big black cockies
Noisy as can be.
Red-tailed cockies
Sharing all the news,
Love them all very much
My friends; black cockatoos.

Methodical Disposition-

Purple shadows dancing and laughing with clowns 
How does it matter when the grim reaper smiles
Vultures and dragons fly missed horizon
Parrots and cockatoos squawk talk through wireless connections Verizon ™
And when it's all said done
Methodical


2/16/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

New Vocab

Every lingo does evolve,
We borrow words, I'm told,
I have croissant, pizza and latte,
Pen pal in Beirut, I might say,
I live in Woollomooloo, 
Where we parrot like cockatoos,
Now it's all English vocabulary,
Evolving to send overseas,
E-languages, you see!

Birdsville Sanctuary

My neighbour
wondered where all the birds were going to
"to my yard,"
I replied
the Cockatoos for the green almonds
Blackbirds and Mynas for ground cover insects
Crows bark-scavenging for borers and tree worms
Honeyeaters fighting all comers for flowering red gums pollen
Pigeons fossicking the soil minding their own business
to finish giant Fruit Bats
some say escapees from a botanical gardens cull
add a creepy aura at night.

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