Long Heeler Poems

Long Heeler Poems. Below are the most popular long Heeler by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Heeler poems by poem length and keyword.


A Lost Meaning:

The tide slipped out,
The sun went down,
His thoughts surrounded,
That small old town.

The whispering wind,
The flames that cooked,
His catch for the day,
Downhearted he looked.

He missed the mates,
He always saw,
Even Jack at the local,
All lost to war.

"Life has lost meaning Blue",
He said to his friend,
A little sad eyed heeler,
That God must have sent.

As the barra' turned brown,
And the prayers were all said,
Blue turned around,
The old man was dead.

Why such a war,
Meaningless cost,
To honour your country,
To die or be lost.

1981
(barra' is short for barramundi)
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member How Many More Roommates

Hurry up! Barry the boorish bulldog urged Priss the poodle.
There are others here who want to unwind their noodle.
Is that surly curly still in the bath? Is she getting her legs waxed?
German shepherd’s temper was being severely taxed.

Move over a bit so I can reach the sink!
Said a beagle who was trying to get a drink.
The bathroom was filled up with dogs of variety of pedigrees.
They were hopping around on fat legs that had chased a good breeze.

How many more roommates are we going to get?
Yelped a blue heeler with sass who was throwing a fit.
The puppies barked, and the old dogs passed big gas.
All of them ready to leap around on some grass.
Form: Quatrain

Lost Love Aussie Style

I was in love with the most lovable sheila
but she did darn take off with me heeler
Overnight, she had packnd their bags
not just me dog, gone too with me scallywags
Left with just a simple note
she had found a more loving bloke
Heartbroken to have lost them all
I gave me mate Bluey a call
Together we drank more than just a slab
ending up so hammered, he had to call us a cab
As the lonely days passed and tears filled me eyes
by crikey it hit me, suddenly I came to realise
What a bloomin idiot, she deserved such love and respect
every night boozin with me mates, my true love I did neglect
I'm gunna cut out me drinkin and win her heart back
fair dinkum fella's, you can flamin bet on that!

Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace