Long Kangaroo Poems
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There aren’t enough ways,
To emphasize your impact each day.
Such an influence in every way,
No matter the time of the day.
Thank you for everything you do,
No idea where I’d be if not for you.
Bouncing in life around and through,
Loose and unstable as a wild kangaroo.
You brought peace and stability,
I didn’t think those were a possibility.
You changed my entire perception,
My idea was based on a misconception.
Took me out of the tornado’s eye,
Brought me over to the other side.
Endless gratitude fills my heart,
You repaired the pieces that fell apart.
Happy Birthday Dad, I love you!
Photo #2
Sunday 2025.05.25
This morning, I arrived at the Station,
Gave the Swan Hill V-Line train a miss,
The same train which I travelled
Exactly one year ago.
When I had a relaxing and peaceful time,
At the border of NSW and Victoria.
It turned out I should catch the missed train,
To take me to Kangaroo Flat,
One stop away from Bendigo.
What significant thing about the last trip,
Was I did it without BB,
And came home to find
The back boundary fence of my property,
Was damaged by thieves that evening.
It was also due to that mishap,
Which tied me and BB
For the next six weeks,
When we carried out the project,
"Putting lipsticks on the pig"
Which was named by BB.
The ironic and sarcastic things were,
BB loved me as a friend,
Cared about my safety and well-being.
He kindly helped repairing the damaged fence,
To protect me from further burgeraries.
On the contrary and unintentionally,
I let him entering
And breaking my heart lockers,
Which I installed them more than two decades prior.
He did it very nicely, gently and kindly.
Strangely, his lovely gestures
Triggered and brought out the best in me,
Since then, I have been working hard,
To keep the flame of music passion burning
Now, I played wherever I found there was a public piano.
Five years ago, before Covid,
There used to be twenty plus of them
"Play me I am yours" was the name.
A project promoted by City Melbourne Council.
All was stored away during Covid-19,
Mainly to tackle the issues of hygiene.
Since then, there was no more of them.
If there was any one left,
They would probably be wrecked.
April fools' day - (ordinarily) all manner of tomfoolery abounds
Pandemic straps tightly plied girded beltway
unlike any other All fools day
in annals of recorded ("fake") history
western civilization tapestry doth fray
April first two thousand and twenty
neigh, no time for horseplay
what with coronavirus (COVID-19)
boarded ship of jilted fools
(think *****sapiens)
barred courtesy omnipotent jackstay
furloughed workers analogous
grumpy minions lay
dwarfed by unfortunate global events, née...
germinating, jackknifing, and wreaking havoc
Mother Earth nonchalantly toying
(indiscriminately) regarding humanity
as bestrewing bajillion biohazards berserkly
bequeathing bedlam child's play
just desserts, she doth understandably repay
man/womankind flicked as flotsam and jetsam
vile treatment diabolically heaped,
jubilantly loosed, maniacally pitched
upon her terrestrial firma oy vey
she chokes, gags, laughs raspily yea
rebuffs, refuses, and renounces further abuse.
Nevertheless toothless gumption, albeit feeble
fighting spirit, her survival instincts assail
cumulative environmental destruction
triggered casus belli expelling deadly toxins,
when Gaia doth exhale
since onset of global interregnum
(think virulent spreading poisonous Kudzu
like wildfire biohazard)
since world wide webbed disease
brought grinding halt
consumerist paradigm in lockdown,
nonetheless within brief interim
noticeable clearer air to inhale
amazingly enough postal system...
intact voila... uninterrupted delivery of mail,
the daily highlight experienced
among people emotionally crippled
pasty faced and pale
finds quivering captain Kangaroo
plus good n plenti proud primates
each quivering like a captive quail.
Mother dear
Oh! The beautiful mother,
The mother nature of all.
Lovely children she bore,
Plants, animals and more.
So what exactly is nature,
The one we all adore.
Nature is the long pinewood tree,
And the busy buzzing bee.
Nature is the sown seed,
And the beautiful mountains indeed.
Nature is the lion who roars with all his might,
And the kangaroo is always ready for a fight.
Nature is the beautiful sky,
And the lush green grass to eye.
Nature is everywhere,
But beauty is in the beholder’s eyes beware.
Be sure of the man,
his greed just grows.
Mother dear is that a tear you show!
Clean your house from top to bottom – any other chores you want me to do?
A cup of steaming coffee is ready – I know you just love your brew
So you want me to get the shopping – I’ll have it right on cue
Anything special you require, I’ll pay and have it delivered to you
Run your bath – no problem, I’ll put some bubbles in it too
And my babysitting service is free – no dollar spends are due
Have a wonderful meal out with Tom, a treat for you is overdue
No problem what time you return – I’ll bid you both adieu
Abby will be fine, I’ve written a story for her about a kangaroo
Now remember I’ve paid for the taxi and your meal - it's cordon blue
Contest – what contest! As if I’m trying to influence you ...
Even a honourable mention will do!
10~11~15
You want it bad – then bribe me contest
Sponsor Casarah Nance
I accidentally let one loose -
I was tipsy and had no excuse
It happened at the rare breed’s zoo
When I decided to cuddle a cute kangaroo
As I crept into the fenced off enclosure
I struggled to maintain my composure
The joey leapt past me, I just couldn’t stop it
as it bounded away like a flaming rocket!
I tried to catch it by grabbing hold of its tail
but I slipped on a grape, and let out a loud wail
I could see the joey bounce away into the distance
It was clear I needed professional assistance
I got the attention of the kangaroo warden
She turned on me like a demented gorgon
and shouted at me, the air turned quite blue
as we both chased after that small kangaroo
The footloose joey demanded more intervention
His keeper spluttered words too rude to mention
The kangaroo bounced away at lightning speed
We needed to ensnare it, the keeper decreed
We were joined in the chase by the local vet
who used a long pole, on the end was a net
He managed to place it over the joey’s head
Soon joey was captured and locked in his shed
I tried to apologise until I was puce in the face
But they wouldn’t listen, said I was a disgrace
As a result of my action I’m banned from that zoo
I guess I won’t get to cuddle a baby kangaroo
I accidentally let one loose Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina
7/7/18
A is for Annie Apple Blossom she buds in the Spring.
B is Betty Baby Breath she's such a dainty thing.
C is for Miss Candy Tuft pink-cheeked with hair of gold.
D is Debbie Dandelion who never does what she's told!
E is for Easter Lily she's as white as snow.
F is Francie Fairy Bells who ring-a-lings where she goes.
G is for Ginny Gardenia perfumed oh so sweet.
H is Holly Hocks a Tomboy, she has two left feet!
I is for Inca Lily dressed in colors light.
J is Joanie Jump-Ups, Johnny's little sister bright.
K is for Katie Kangaroo Paw her nails are painted red.
L is Lila Lady Slipper who stays too long a bed.
M is for Merry Morning Glory dressed in pale blue.
N is Nancy Narcissus who trumpets ""toodeloo!"
O is for Olivia the Ox-Eyed Daisy dolly.
P is Patty Petunia, her pancakes are a folly.
Q is for Queenie Anns Lace her dresses all have ruffles.
R is Ruby Rose-a-lee who almost always shuffles.
S is for Sandy Snap Dragon tall and thin. petite.
T is Tallulah Tulip her clothes are so off beat!
U is for Uma Umbrella Flower, sweet and sunny.
V is Vicky Violet she plays with Easter bunnies.
W is for Wendy Water Lily she'd rather swim than dance.
X is Xana Xmas Tree in Winter she's entrancing.
Y is for Yani Yarrow, a girl so bonny fair
Z is Zelda Zinnia, she pinning Yani's hair.
All our girls are fine and strong, so beautiful and brave
Not a single one of them would think to misbehave!
Bio: Wise woman.
Test Pattern
Such memories
Lost long ago
In an innocent time
Before computers
Before cell phone
And video games
Kids stayed awake
Hours after going to bed
Hiding under our blankets
Waiting for our parents to go to bed
When we snuck own stairs
Turned on our old B&W TV
Watching until Jack Paar finished
Until the Star-Spangled Banner played
Long before the daily crop reports
The station shut down until morning
Then we were able to see it
Our friend, the test pattern
Circles and targets
Different shades from black to white
And that Indian chief
Seeing him told us it was time to get to bed
To sleep until morning
So we could watch Captain Kangaroo
And be kids
I was just a little one, in the grass, enjoying the sun,
when a shadow covered me.
She had appeared suddenly, in one swell hop.
It was a tall warm-feeling shadow. I reached up my hands,
and pulled down a cozy nook
That no one could probably ever top.
I promptly jumped inside, and settled down,
feeling loved and wanted. In a pink pouch.
I hoped this instant love would never stop.
I now had a Mommy who was a kangaroo,
and she was okay and so was I.
Best of all, we both like to power shop.
We went everywhere together, my new marsupial mommy and me.
Wonderful dual relationship did crop.
For years and years, she home-schooled me, I had tap and violin.
I dreamed to be a doctor, or a cop.
She brought in tutors, when I did not understand Latin.
She urged me to try my wings, to play and hop.
But I was happy, inside my pouch, safe from the others.
I never felt rain, not even one tiny drop.
And when I want the sun, I poke out my head,
I sometimes feel it on my face, but then I stop.
For I am staying here until I am dead.
Staying here always, feeling loved, is what I opt.
"LUX VITAE LUX"
Here you stamp
your mark of
approval or not
We meet at the point
where a Father
is the judge of what is good
and what is not.
And we try so hard
to avoid heart contact
over all the plundering words said
light and dark
yet we open minds
that chance by our trials
to believe in something bigger -
Ours
in hours
kangaroo courts
turn triggers
forgiveness
bleeds kindness
that empowers
never forgotten
never left behind
key burns the open backhand
for Heart’s gate
the golden thread
gifted you
through eye of needle
labyrinthine
smyth sewn into
the fabric of you
You,
of all people
I will bring through
with me
to the other side
Evensong -
though you don't believe,
I did all along
(ladyLabyrinth / 2021)
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"Agnus Dei"/Samuel Barber
https://youtu.be/AiuC_CaObbI
lux vitae lux / latin. translation.