Long Wallabies Poems

Enter beside the hollow log mailbox.
Here the road leads through a profusion of leafy damp shadows.
Wild ferns are the underbrush
where Fairy Wrens flit from the slightest presence.
This driveway winds by towering bush gums flanked
on the...

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In one square mile, northeast of Noojee,
there are seven birds that I often get to see
as I walk on the tracks in pristine forestry,
in one square mile, northeast of Noojee.

A Whipbird crack through ti-tree scrub,
a...

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The keys to a duck monument are timely hidden by an egg basket. Egg baskets can play marvellous games of ball in the high season when the brilliance of the sun passes through the earthenware...

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Whether working wallabies would weave waved warm wafers or whether wallpaper would wear walls is two times a question really. It is rational to assume that an ass jacket would dart over a yak and...

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DON’T  GET  ME  STARTED


1.   About taxes, we have to pay them so why bother
Wasting breath complaining? And they’re spent on 
Useful stuff like nuclear weapons and world-tours for 
The Prime...

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A story is often a mish mash jam on a tambourine. Whirling. Ignorant inscriptions incite incorrect information. And a bow in a bowl is not a box nor a bag. Well, normally it isn't anyway....

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Ambush

There's a lovely tropic island at the bottom of the map, 
It's a paradise on earth except for one small handicap; 
We have wallabies and kangaroos to only name a few, 
And a gentler crowd...

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Excitement filled the bushland as December was near
Every creature had been waiting for Christmas time - all year.
Wallabies hung their stockings on a  gumtree branch with care
Just as all nice children do – everywhere.

Meanwhile...

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A white dossier is neither a manual for a pilot on a pivotal stand nor a baking tray waiting for butter. Criss cross ducking on an angled penned out sketch. Drawing a ruin is not...

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You are the twinkle in the life
of elephants and blue giraffes.
You conjure them up in your sleep
and give them lots of ginger treats.

Perhaps you ride on lion's backs
and hear of secret planned attacks
on zebra homes...

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Pups, imps, joeys, wiggling tailed marsupials, hunting in parties of five.
Deadly facial cancer has killed lots of us, it’s a wonder I am still alive.
I screech when I eat, carrion, my utmost favorite food, road...

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windswept windsurfing wallabies warbling whales wailing................................................................................

A pink fish travelling with a tea towel is neither in a rush or dirty. Gridlocked gorillas getting grapes gracefully glide. Seafront mystery in windswept hair carrying a carrot, a...

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Night brings a wondrous display
 a mix and blended menagerie arrayed
with colors, melodies and creatures unmatched
 by any hunter's imaginary superiority scratched.

In my wildest dreams at the midnight hour
 comes the magical images of children's...

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Charred wood and ash 
stink, after fires
in Garigal high-country.

A single crow cries
road-side, on a black tree-post
guarding road kill –
a round brown wallaby
with feet stuck-up.

Ash covers ash:
grey dust lies still...

until rain drizzles sweet liquid,
wets dirt, licks...

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Peace please to the nations from the seas to shiny sea,
To everyone sipping on shine or tea under any shady tree,
People from Alaska's freeze, Alstralias wallabies, and Hawaii's ocean breeze.

Peace please to ease the pain...

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