Long Koala Poems
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Crikey mates, I don't know what to make?
I'm pretty sure this platty; has a tummy ache
Puddin begged his friends for relief and aid;
Perhaps it was the worm stew; or shrimp cocktail he had made?
No matter what it was; in his belly, the price was being paid
Koala, and Roo good friends that they are, came to render assistance
But first; they sequestered the iPad from Roos, Joey, with much resistance
"It says here you're a mammal." Koala read from the screen
We should find the answers in no time; to why your tum tum, is being so mean
Roo asked him directly; "What have you eaten this fine day?"
To which the platty replied; with a shrug, "Whatever gets in my way"
When at that very moment, Koala's jaw began to drop!
Which took longer; then a three toe sloth, to reach full stop
Puddin, "You can't have something that you don't possess"
Your insides are without a stomach; a one-way food poo, express!
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I have watched tree-giants
in deep forest-cathedrals
declare glory, speak of heaven
in sanctuaries where birds rejoice
between branches
under leafy-windows
– green and gold.
I have seen where roots
pierce stone.
Then, glazed December
cracked. Empty
summer storms
thundered,
stabbed lightning
straight through giant-hearts
to the dirt floor.
Fire:
raging fever, contagion,
pain, death, loss,
ashes.
And afterwards,
the once-burnt feet of a lone koala,
a soothed survivor,
were clinging anew to the arm
of a tree, waiting
for more disaster.
We heard the next thing coming
on the weather-report
and put the bikes in the shed.
Here it is!
One cloud, like a fist,
hits hard. Leather-dry-sky
splits into a dark stampede.
Invading gales
rip bones from trees,
pelt rain at dust,
dust that leaps up,
surprised to fall as mud,
mud that tumbles, twists
into bubbling brown
creeks, rivers, dams;
overspills,
smothers,
kills fire,
drowns.
It’s all been on my screen,
along with the newborn grandchild
un-kissed.
When will I tip-toe
to see new growth
on the charred forest giants,
hear loud cicadas chant,
and celebrate – singing
with lorikeet lunatics,
and a first kiss?
Sill dressed in beauty -
this weary world patiently waits
for the next.
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Written after 2019/2020 'Black Summer' bushfires and floods, and Covid related news and lockdowns.
I have figured out my arachnophobia,
it’s not the multiple eyes
or the seen or imagined hairiness of the body,
or that torso-less squishy bag.
Apart from we bipedal life-forms
four legs, one on each corner,
seems about right.
Eight is a nightmare.
I try to imagine a Koala Bear with eight legs,
or a Rhinoceros
or, heaven forbid, a crocodile.
Somehow nature got drunk on its own ripe berries,
somehow, 8 became its own demented trick
played upon we giants.
We instinctively leap away from that ancient stillness,
a crouching threat that at any moment
could burst into that fast stiff shuffle.
We watch dismayed as it
carries its own vulnerable package of horror
on all those ratcheted hoists and cranes
itself fearful even to be seen.
Down under continent
Down low is Australia
Australia the big island
Australia sixth largest continent
Country whose desert known as outback
Country who has the largest reef
Reef called the Great Barrier
Reef found off northeastern coast
Coast 35,877 kilometer of shoreline
Coast provides fun in the sun
Sun beats down on the desert
Sun is brightest in our winter
Winter offers some snow
Winter's are mild
Mild hop, hop of Kangaroos
Mild climbing of Koala
Koala live high in trees
Koala eat eucalypt leaves
Leaves favored blue, mansa, and swamp gum
Leaves are Koala's daily diet
Diet of Australian influenced by world
Diet consist of variety of foods
Food introduced from Ireland, Europe
Food from Italy, Greece and Asian new spices
Spices used in stir fry
Spices changed meat's taste
Taste of foods like rice, oranges, bananas
Taste of foods from all over the world
World influences shaped continent
World and Britian settled
Settled by Aborigines
Settled also by Britian
Britain sent convicts
Britian sent soldiers to New South Wales
Wales brassy, bold, stately and old
Wales sandy beaches, Jenolan Caves
Caves above ground
Caves in sea waters for adventure
Adventures in Abercrombie cave
Adventures in Tasmania
Tasmania mecca for adventure
Tasmania's mountainous terrain
Terrain for wild river raft
Terrain of sheer cliffs to climb
Climb the Great Dividing Range
Climb to new heights down under
Under sunny skies
Under skies so blue
Blue
Skies
Written: August 14, 2015
Influenced by Debbie Guzzie's contest..
First Blitz..Whoa!!
Joey the Stuffed Koala is sitting high in the tree
All cuddly and warm, fuzzy as he can be.
He got trapped by Jimmy Vee, his neighbor’s hound.
When it goes away, he might just come down.
Up high like this, he can smell Mrs. Trotter’s apple pie.
He hears Mr. Double’s shouting, and he wonders why.
He has a good view, up here in the fork of the tree.
He is ready for winter, so he is comfortable you see.
He knows when the sky gets a bit darker he had better go.
His owner Samantha will feel badly she left him out in the snow.
They cuddle all night, he and his girl, in her warm little room.
He waits for the dog to go, hoping it will be before he sees the moon.
Raise a glass to all who care
About civil rights and the Koala bear
Save the planet, spare the rod
Make them listen, ride roughshod
Assume that we're ignorant, tie back our ears
Open our eye's year upon year
"Please let me through, let me go to work"
"Just Stop Oil" said with a smirk
Glued to trains, who's idea was that
The men who pay these idiots, Yes those prats
Disrupt where they can, disrupt everything
Nothing will stop them till the Fat Lady sings
They wreck havoc each day with total impunity
Disrupting our lives away from their communities
Selfish actions that can affect our lives
Not to their families but our children and wives
Enough is enough now, let us decide
Not to be bullied into taking your side
Your actions disgust me, I just want to be
In control of my thoughts which I once thought were free.
At dawn the bay bed glows peachy yellow.
The waters above blue-green and gleaming.
Further out a grey shroud of ripples entraps the yachts
with lace nets en-snaring a flock of hulls.
Yet farther out still, the sea surface glistens and sparkles.
Then, the bay yawns and stretches, waking up, refreshed.
The first breaths of wind seep in like fingers
grabbing to get a finger hold to pull
the windy gusts in, with big blow coming.
Soon the sea is a field of grey ripples,
which grow to wavelets lipped with flecks of white spray.
Now the yachts wake up and jostle like horses
pulling at their moorings, dragging side to side.
Listen, you can hear the dash of splashes prancing
on wave crests as the winds build up in the bay.
Sea's morn color and transparency now blurred.
Dawn's calm serenity and beauty now forgotten
Koala Bay's agenda has shifted to: Up anchor, Set sail and Play
The boat skippers and crew flock bayside to make it happen.
Both sailboats and sailors love to rock and roll in bay streaked
with gusts driving white horses with jockeys wearing white caps.
Hoist the sails, drop the mooring lines, tighten the sheets.
The yachts surge forward, like race horses, with muscles and sinew straining.
They leap through the waves with leaps, bounds, thumps and jumps.
The spray flies, flung by the wind against weather beaten faces
It is noisy now, with bash and splash and skippers yelping and barking at the crew.
Koala Bay loves the performance, loves to entertain.
Tonight the bay will be calm and serene again.
Time to herald the bay's softer underbelly of shear stunning beauty.
Tomorrow the wind will conduct and conjure up another day of rollicking fun and adventure.
( depiction of our hoochie heroine being
nailed by a stranger on his car)
Branches warp inward where image reflects
Winscreen mangles trees in curved convex
Numbed halt of midday awaits later's laze
Birds suspended survey layered heat haze
Where for art thou crow's demand forlorn
Whips and ripples paisley foliage, air torn
Shuffle ruffles motley eucalyptus crews
Flora's koala arms will afford her rescue
Kookaburra vantage, vast birds eye view
Suspending foolish spectacle evitable
Hot face hover over bonnet maneuvers
Spur skyward climb, memory's removal
Barren unfathomed clay crunched pebbles
Beneath rolled sole boots, convey evitable
Without pattern, frustrated thrusts slip
Steel scorch sizzles sweat, elusive grip
Duco commodity, cancelled flat crucifix
Urges her escapism to ocean rush fizz
Bug umpires whistles amass harrassment
Topaz top mushrooms burst effervescent
Thighs printed by grille, his grunts ridiculous
Flora's tenure lessens, his groans ubiquitous
Deadening will release her, venture wiped
Dusty windows blurred initial lustful hype
Drought of thought which welded them
Meeting of minds surely smoulder when
Straggly bush barely smudges rooves of blue
Stupid choices compiled in direction evitable
10th September 2020
Quick examination of the role of choice
in fate. ( play with evitable )
Often wondered bout people down under
Do they have to stand on their heads?
Do they have to tie down all their possessions?
Is flying off into space a real dread?
We hope they all stay attached to the earth
We love them and their Koala bears
Once I was told by this Australian lady
Their breath can sure foul up the air
All my Aussie friends here on the Soup
Refer to their land as paradise
I was also told that the biceps on their women
Are huge from hanging on for dear life
Now I know this must be some great myth
Olivia John seemed quite normal to me
You can't believe all the rumours you hear
But in case, hang onto to that tree!
Often wondered bout people down under
How do they keep their beer in the glass?
Do they chain themselves to the bed at night?
Do roots pop up instead of grass?
© Jack Ellison 2015