Dingoes Poems - Poems about Dingoes

... “Ten Years, Somewhere in their Lost Neighbourhood” Of course, he said, like a god, there is no course, one must simply go with the flow the penumbra stands waivering its ......

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...Meet my Kangaroo herd in Australian highlands, The king of the herd is Don, very big and strong, There are many females with little joeys in the pouch, With little protection from the king on the ......

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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 welt......

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...Antisocial anacondas don't associate in numbers; Bears and beavers don't become the best of friends. Civet cats catch rats, so is it any wonder On doleful dingoes dire dilemmas do descend? Effete......

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...I’ve unfurled the Southern Cross tonight and put it On the wall, and as I gazed the longest while.. I thought I heard the dingo’s call? It couldn’t be as all Round me were the sounds of London go......

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...There are no laws designed by man that mean a thing out where, the drying sun on pastel lands can’t lead all to despair, where frightened eyes can see for miles across the saltbush plain, where de......

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... "Black Molasses" Black Molasses holds to ransom footprints sucked into Tropic of Capricorn mud as bushfires bleed sugar from cane like......

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...Matilda blew her didgeridoo With wallabies hopping two by two Some dingoes dropped by To eat Shepherd's pie Then off they went with a kangaroo.......

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...I know it was love With all its attachments I gave of myself Freely Willingly Yes I showed her wonders I lifted the edge Of the universe And she peeked I raised her up Past my equal S......

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...I wish that I was a koala bear Napping in eucalyptus-scented air In trees, safe from attack No dingoes get to snack Oh, to have my avatar's cuteness flair!......

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...ROOBOY Between the spinifex and gibber, across the dry, hot sand, Lenny sits as proud as punch with the leather straps in hand, His roo it has a saddle and a bit between its teeth, When he want......

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...Où allons nous? Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s “Where are we going” by T. Wignesan Ils sont venus dans une petite ville Une bande à moitié nue soumise silencieuse Tout ce qui restait de......

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...It’s been a long day beneath hot sun, with sunset looming and daylight done, came across water with a stand of trees, deep in shadow with a zephyr breeze; a perfect place to camp for the night, ......

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...In a land of endless saltbush stretching miles across the plains Of western New South Wales where it rarely ever rains, And the temperature is searing on a soil that's living hell, Where bleaching......

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...The black crow sat on the stump out front, The old man heartily swore, He said you aint a cunny funt, Followed by the 12 guage roar, Feathers flew and a cold wind it blew, And the cancer......

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