Long Emus Poems
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Dear Steven Gageler mate.? Maybe that address to you offends.? If thats is so?
Then we' both know the course you'll take'
Yet here I will indulge a little bit.' In this notion.? (That you've not been hit ) by those who would screw Australia down lock up its Spirit, tarnish its re-known.' Its
Golden promise born un-tamed, the land of
Mining; cattle, sheep and endless plains.' Where hope strikes up despite great floods.' Where bush brigades battle massive fires untill
They get them into hubs.' Where roos and
Emus shadows cast.' Along a ridge as hard
As brass, that sets off well our bodies bronze.' Australia how i love you long, and so Steve? What about a fair go for all.' In a varied Nation whats your call.? Will we beneifit; from an educated youth.? In a land thats its own continent..Come on now bloody;strewth.' We have a world here thats our own..No need to leave its shores to roam, and I speak here of my own know! For should I
Return I'll never go.' Who of us is the greater man.? I have no care..And truly no plan' I'd much rather,
indeed i'd love to see' so many hero's; for i know there be.' In my rugged land down under...Steve take your place.'
And roll out thunder.! PROCLAIM OUR ETHOS TO THE WORLD.! don't deny full web access to ( our boys and girls !)
Flamingos in the mud with wet flat feet,
search for curly shrimp to eat.
They preen and rest in their Mangrove nest.
Eagles, America's great bird of prey are so very brave and strong.
On the ground their dinner scurries around,
but a big lake fish is their favorite dish.
Adelie penguins build their nests with stones they like to steal.
Tuxedos waddling on the icy floor,
lay one lonely egg and never anymore.
Toucans eat lizards from artistic beaks.
Akward rainforest fellows under umbrella trees,
they clack, tap, and nap in the rainforest breeze.
Hummingbirds fly backwards, those emerald acrobats.
The smallest bird you have ever seen,
eggs no bigger than a jellybean!
Emus are the tallest birds in the world, with abbreviated necks.
Their tiny wings mean they can't fly.
Imagine an emu soaring by!?
Robins cuddling in a Sycamore tree, father, mother, soon babies three.
Little blue eggs fill their cozy nest.
Tomorrow sad worms for a first breakfast.
Seagulls on the beach appear lovely and white.
Just never leave your sandwich alone in plain sight.
Do not be fooled by their innocent gait, for bologna and cheese, they won't
wait!
-sung to the tune of 12 days of christmas
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on the first day of christmas, my aussie love gave to me
a koala in a gum tree
on the second day of christmas, my aussie love gave to me
two swimming platypuses, and a koala in a gum tree
on the third day of christmas, my aussie love gave to me
three jumping kangaroos, two swimming platypuses, and a koala in a gum tree
on the fourth day of christmas, my aussie love gave to me
four laughing kookaburras, three jumping kangaroos, two swimming platypuses, and a koala in a gum tree
on the fifth day of christmas, my aussie love gave to me
five ring tailed possums, four laughing kookaburras, three jumping kangaroos, two swimming platypuses, and a koala in a gum tree
on the sixth day of christmas, my aussie love gave to me
six emus running, five ring tailed possums, four laughing kookaburras, three jumping kangaroos, two swimming platypuses, and a koala in a gum tree
Here,are warm times.
Out up in the sky is the golden sun,
Shinning brightly on all.
A food for green plants and the likes;
moulds,sea weeds too.
Featured birds,four-legged land animals.
Agile social insects,out in the woods,
hunting for grains and meats.
At the zoo,are wombats,emus,capybaras,
koalas and kangaroos juggling as games.
You'll here the busy gurgling of waters
from falls and springs.
In the great waters,with the great colonies of
sea creatures;sea lions,lobsters,sea horses,
dolphins amongst many,prey one another.
And there,in the center of the ancient town,
is Mr. Opy,a middle-aged fellow.
Just out to have fun!
All he says is,"it's summer, people!".
There’s an animal park
A half-hour away
Where we went, for the first time,
With Henry today.
I was skeptical, but
It was worth what we paid,
For meandering paths
Lined with trees giving shade,
Led to animals you’d
Not expect to be there.
There were lions and tigers
And more than one bear.
We saw tortoises, emus
And gators and skinks,
Ponies, monkeys, giraffes
And chinchillas (no minks).
Varied tropical birds,
Porcupines, foxes, sheep,
Pumas, jaguars and vultures,
With many asleep.
Still, we strolled and enjoyed
Creatures far from each lair,
Likely wondering how
They had ended up there.
I'm riding on a bus
from Mareeba down to Cairns
Through steep, red soil, rain forest country
that often gets big rains
Suddenly there's a sign that says: Beware.
Cassawaries often cross the road
I've only seen a male and two young ones
in nine years since it's been the area , I've chosen to abode
There's anecdotal evidence from runners who follow tracks in rain forest scrub,
if you encounter a big aggressive male cassawary
You must immediately seek protection, hide behind a tree
otherwise an experience awaits, that could be rather hairy
"Cause if the big bird gets you in the open,
you could suffer lots of strife
With strong sharp talons, he could disembowel you
and then you would lose your life
Originally I'm from country
where emus abound
Wombats kookaburras and lyrebirds
also hang around
Sometimes an emu with young ones
would run ahead of our old car
Their bushy feathers bouncing at a speed of forty kilometres an hour
for a distance not too far
The emu and cassawary, both are very large
the cassawary has more colour
with black red and azure blue
The Emu more a monotone
with a dullish greyish hue
The brush turkey, another bird of interest
that visits near our home
They are able to fly but mostly only walk
wherever they do roam
It's breeding time again and the male is very busy
dragging decaying forest litter to build a nest, a mighty compost mound
The male controls the temperature once some eggs are laid
soon to hatch out, there will be young ones around
There are many more amazing Australian native birds ,I could add into my verse,
magpies ,spangled drongos and rainbow beeeaters too
And feeding on my passionfruit but leave a few for me
in view a noisy sulphur crested, white cockatoo
These birds do not fit category of the title
as they all mostly fly
So I'll finish of this poem
and bid a fond goodbye
Ah, the rhododendrons, dear and bright,
Look at them for a moment, three seconds,
Seek them in the streets, in silence,
Explore the small multicolored gardens,
They are pink, purple, white, shiny, red.
Ah dear rhododendrons, they are crazy,
They drove the Macedonian soldiers mad,
Admire them, they are righteous warriors,
Thracians, Saxons, blue Spartans
They make you forget the enemies, emus,
Ah, the rhododendrons, dear and bright,
Love is no longer enough to believe in God,
Look at the rhododendrons, admire them,
Pink, White, Red, Mauve , Purple, Shiny,
They heal the ills, give back to courage.
NB it should be known that in antiquity, rhododendron alcohol was given to soldiers to make them crazy while fighting ( from memory)
*Image of Freedom Pub
Freedom Pub
Marred fictions of emus, ostriches
dip their heads neath, were hailed
by Ancient Rome's false divination,
of individuals, whose conquest of
enshrining their implied role.
Emancipated exacters, whereto,
the subjugators of the unlearned
majority, daily context by untruths,
orientations hard-pressed, by
tainted thumbs of paperwork,
loads conveniently,
mache for obvious design.
Decaying precursors demonocracy,
aptitudes knotting promotes,
a panache promenade of quilted
quids, as characters clash with
reality quarrels, as a shoreline
of sculpted castled sands, drift to
its emptiness of their costly
noted, S.O.S.
The absence of freedom is a true
reinvention for the masses, to
rummage and further wander, its
lineage of class enumeration
liken to some zombie apocalypse,
clueless beginning.
Lo and behold, its keepers adrift,
salty surges hath rise o'er, the
fresh living waters.
2023 January 07
*HM*
Freedom Pub
~~Joe Maverick: Judged 2023 January 09
What I see in stars above is extremely wearisome,
with useless inane details that I wish I never knew.
Light years, space-time, black holes, big bangs,
myriads of pricks 'n specks a billion miles away - who cares?
I've been over-dubbed, deluded, and robbed,
of the romance, songs, stories,
and delightful spiritual legends
that ancient master star gazers saw
in stars above.
Hunter and archers with sword, belt, arrows and shield,
A veritable zoo of animals - lion, ram, bull, bear, llama, emu,
goat, scorpion, fish and severed heads, under arms.
Pots and pans, the scrub-a-dub dish that
ran away with the spoon.
Regal Heracles, Achilles and Troy in battles raging skyward
Bickering Gods, Virgins, Kings and Queens with kids and twins.
Action-men Pharaohs, wannabee Gods,
leaping from pyramid tops,
onto the ladder of the Milky Way, which is -
The River of Heaven, Road of Souls
The Spilled Breast Milk of Hera the Mother God
The seed-strew pathway the mighty Emus trod,
pecking their way,
In stars above.
We all should get out and look up more!
Gazing with ancient eyes into the sky above,
reveling to see and enjoy what they saw,
in stars above.
Our great debate is about to start
Over which aspect is the essential part
Of the word 'kiwi' -- Is it that strange-looking bird
Or is it the green, fuzzy fruit that tastes so darn good?
You say a kiwi can't be a bird, because it can't fly
Well, how about emus, and rheas, and ostriches?
They are flightless birds too, say I
You say no bird has a beak so awfully long
Well, just look at pelicans, curlews, and storks
I say you're wrong!
You say alright, o.k -- Consider the kiwi berry
I say the kiwi's no berry -- to the contrary
It's clearly a citrus fruit
You say, No! No! -- A kiwi grows on a shrub or a vine
I concede that may seem like a grape or raspberry
But whoever heard of 'Vintage Kiwi Wine?'
You shake your head and you say
It's rightly called the 'Chinese gooseberry'
While I assure you it's got more vitamin C
Than an orange inside a pail
Of straw, black, blue, and elderberries
Thus concludes our debate
Wasn't it great?
Maybe I won -- Maybe it was you
But when we sat down to eat some kiwi
~ Away it flew!