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“Ah! Ah!” cried Mr. Shaw, a museum man of science in 1799,
as he carefully unwrapped a specimen from New South Wales.
It was Labeled: "It's a weird one; Caught in a creek; Dug from a burrow with egg nest!"
Mr. Shaw’s heart thumped with suspicion of a prank or fraud, as he noted what he saw:
It had the webbed feet, a rubbery bill, and the eggs of a duck.
It had a wide flat beaver's tail and coarse thick brown fur.
It had two snake-like fangs, on its hind legs, and small piggy eyes.
It suckled its young with milk, but no nipples were found.
Mr. Shaw looked hard, but found no traces of stitches, glue or bindings.
How can this be? How can this be real? How utterly bizarre?
"Ah! Ah! I know!" God, the creator, has a wicked sense of humor!
Behold! The duck-billed, flat-footed - Platypus!
The creek was the color
of weak tea, a bronze brew
that filtered light to bathe
the bottom in the soft glow
of an autumn morning.
Even after a long summer,
the water was still high
up the tufted banks
with deep pools plummeting
to a dark mystery under
the overhang of trees.
At first glance I thought it was
a rat that set a wake
upon the still. But it was
too big with a tail as thick
as a hand, paddle feet
and a head wearing
a shiny bill. A platypus !
I mouthed in a silent yell,
as its unmistakable shape
made course across
the water only to dive
and drag its wake down
into a bubble trail
towards some hidden hole
and out of sight.
To glimpse it in the wild
was like seeing an apparition
of the sacred,
something made and forged
in the distant dreamtime
of this ancient land - strange,
almost alien, surfacing
to draw breath in the now
before sinking back
into the timeless burrow
of its own myth.
Platypus - Background Information.
The platypus is a shy, unique semi aquatic, egg laying mammal inhabiting streams and rivers in eastern Australia.
It has many distinct features, the most striking being a duck-like bill, broad tail and webbed feet. An iconic Australian animal, it has deep significance to First Nation people and is an important part of their mythology and culture.
Early one morn the sun did sink
in the west as the moon arose
And Farmer Jones inspected his rose
of purple corn, which began to dance
Shedding sheaves, donning pants...
While in the barn, the cow was neighing
at Ed the horse, professorially saying
That Oscar the penguin had quacked his last quack
unless the Porcupine's magic needles bring him back...
Back in the house, Mrs. Jones was a-me-owing
at her pet bird Elvis, who was busy massaging
The tummy of the chipmunk, Rufus, a big of a doofus
while her rattlesnake, "Nixon," was clearly a-fixin'
To tickle Farmer Smith's duckbill platypus
though that really shouldn't matter to us...
A miracle happens every single minute ---
the sun comes up, the moon goes down,
The world turns round --- But they remain unreceived
~ unless there's something unusual in them perceived
Ah, perfection…..
The ever-sweet concoction of confection
Color inside the lines no deviation
No platypus designs in this creation
Be British, never rise above your station
Perfection….
We’re told we’ll never get there - so why try
Achieving naught but failure till we die
Listening to teachers sadly sigh
While wiping way the tears we couldn’t cry
One size would never fit us all
From birth until we slowly learn to crawl
Neither can one bag collect the leaves of fall
Nor mute the changing tone of winter’s pall
Cold harriers will stalk the written word
Slash it with a heartless wooden sword
For using words that they could not afford
To describe a mud rimmed pond as a fjord
So strive to be the best that you can be
Remembering that freedom isn’t free
And as you etch the page with flowing ink
There is much room between red’s edge - and pink
John G. Lawless
©4/4/2022
2025.12.24
About 18 months ago,
A black hoodie was acquired.
With a grey platypus printed on it.
And a heatfelt poem was written,
To commemorate our friendship.
2024.6.22
It was fine you still have not found me.
It was not like I play hard to catch.
I just don't know who I can trust.
Having my image on your hoodie,
Was the closest thing you can get.
You are one of those who found me cute
For that I am sure I can't dispute
You aware that my species is facing extinguished.
If for any reasons. I can't be your friend,
You know I still love you
But did not know how to let you know.
If you love me then you have
A very strange way to show.
Now, I feel deserted and ignored.
I am being buried long before my species.
PS
When are you going to learn how to swim
So you can join and find me in the stream.
Both the hoodie and the poem,
Were left behind after being rejected.
One year later, after months of waiting.
I decided to give the hoodie away,
It is now overseas and admire by someone.
I embroidered the platypus on a hankie.
I also embroidered your image,
The icon of your firmware Apps
And the poem which I compared
You and the 12 Apostles,
On my back from Great Ocean Road.
One day, after I am gone,
When I can see and miss them no more.
Please give them all away
As you did to our friendship.
Chronicler of History
History goes back as you might guess
Through vast tracks of time out there to be cataloged and measured
And a couple minutes more, before the universe was born
It discovered Hobo Jack at home within one millisecond
Put him to work to make a list of dark matter, plants and planets
(Planets are the smaller ones)
And all solid things that mattered and had form
Hobo Jack was given birth and raised on Earth
His first love was lamps and gold
Accounting became a knack in natural fashion
With a history of his own
And as a matter of fact he was good at keeping books
Lists of animals he encountered were quickly jotted down
From dinosaurs to platypus
Geiger counters became a fad
So ancient coins, doubloons
Spanish treasures made his day
Hobo Jack and his long white beard
Led their way through history
Among archival masters Jack was the best
He chronicled everything in life then passed away
An Devil's Dalliance
It was just one of those mornings?
Or at least I think it was, that is,
if I had created “morning’s” yet.
All my little angels trying out their
wings (in a strictly non-competitive
manner of course). I was slightly
distracted by Creation at the time
so some of the details are a bit
sketchy---the “all knowing” thing
a bit exaggerated---however I did
suspect some shenanigans within
a small group. You know, changing
the shape of the clouds, a seemingly
innocent diversion had become a
bit racy. They were playing with
rainbows and dabbling in an
evolving plot. Anyway, when “he”
showed me his “new” pet – the
duckbilled platypus - I had to draw
the line. After a thorough scolding
I sent him back down to clean up
the mess he’d made. A darkness
came over him (we call it anger now)
his wings darkened, his eyes glared,
a putrid wind arose beneath him
(the scent of defiant rebellion).
I still remember the sting of his
scathing good-bye. “I’ll start my
own “heaven!”. “I’ll be bigger than
you.”
“Until an hour before he left
I thought him beautiful”*
“I still do, for I know the
truth of who he is and wait
patiently for him to realize it.”
3/4/2016
*Arthur Miller, The Crucible
“Until an hour before the Devil fell, God thought him beautiful in Heaven”
submitted to Expand Arthur Miller’s Thought – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Julia Ward
22/6/2024
For the first time, we prepare "guacamole"
You tried only one teaspoon and stated
"33, it tastes very good". Then you took home a boxful.
You insisted on no gifts, no clothes, no binturong and no Platypus.
You read only one poem written about Platypus.
You said, no gift, except computers related.
I knew little about computers and internet.
I really don't know how to please you.
I feel, it was like either I own a private zoo,
Grant you unlimited access to visit
Your beloved animals who live there.
Or I become very cute to attract you.
Like the Panda, Binturong and Platypus.
It becomes clear we have very different tastes in leisure.
You love animals and I love nature.
Nevertheless, I love you with all my heart.
I Accept and agree to stay apart.
Thundering Blunderbuss!
What is a platypus?
Looks like a beaver, but
Has a duck's bill.
Fairly cute little guy,
Ornithorhynchidae*
Lives in Australia, is
On the no-kill.
Semi-aquatic and
Strangely neurotic, it
Lays eggs like birds and has
Venom like snakes.
Weirdly amphibious,
Bio-fluorescent fur
Webbing between the toes,
Strong swimmers make.
————
Technically, this is a Didactic Double Dactyl
since it’s full of educational goodies too.
A double dactyl is a form of McWhirtle, but
apparently, it is also a form of black death.
Switching to the McWhirtle on a hunch, lol.
*6 syllables, rhymes with ‘guy’ (like or-ni-tho-rin-ke-die)
10/17/19
"Brand New"
I'd be damned to quit
Putting out some brand new s***
With a brand new drip
In my a step a brand new skip
Brand new tint
Steering wheel with a brand new grip
In a brand new whip
With a brand new chick
On my hip a brand new stick
With a brand new clip
The man who's lit
Got a brand new script
Just picked up a brand new zip
And a brand new brick
No better time to make a brand new flip
Never been brand new to it
It was time to get a brand new skiff
So I bought a brand new ship
Blessed with a brand new gift
As well as a brand new shtick
On my shoulder a brand new chip
Ready to take care of this brand new itch
Towing a trailer, in a brand new truck with a brand new lift
And a brand new hitch
Found a brand new niche
Only out for brand new not no kitsch
Accomplished it, and now got a brand new wish
Currently on a brand new mish
While solving a brand new twist
Companies advertising a brand new pitch
She got surgery for some brand new ti**
In a state of brand new bliss
In the air a brand new drift
The tectonic plates near a brand new shift
Soon in the sky a brand new eclipse
Purchased some brand new kicks
About to use some brand new tricks
All these brand new cliques
And brand new pricks
I'm going to handle it
In the dark, don't need no candlestick
It's my problem, so i'm dipping my hand in this
Stunning crafts like amulets
A planet full of inhabitants
Areas full of contaminants
Sitting atop their palaces
People obsessed with extravagance
Others starving and ravenous
Not all became graduates
Some got into accidents
Causing a state of paralysis
Folks so haplessness
This life is nothing short of fabulous
The verdict wasn't always unanimous
Still into cannabis
But not abstinence
Got it done, regardless of short handedness
Near and far from waters with platypus
I'm working on my own analysis
The results shall be nothing short of miraculous
By: Dalton Ogletree