Long Wallaby Poems

Malnourishment is the song from the pans whose empty hold could offer no more products to be boiled and whirled. They were quite sad having been bought then hung. Hung. Sparkly signalling stale sales. Stale...

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OOOniversal oo

Frightened tepid antisocial ant was football training avidly but failing to attend a fragrant tailor army. Oh dear. That was sure to be put forward to the sacred sanction ship and the sacred sanction...

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I have this burning desire
To find old mate
I want to sit
And chat with him
Under a Gum and setting sun
About what has come
And what has passed
Times of old
Places we’ve been told
Along the wallaby track
Signs of danger
Moments...

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Along the road called forestry, the silver ash weeps over me
as I meander 'round the dell and glade.
Pass scars of sand pits long disused, where gullies, washes speak ‘abused!’
Reclamation offers now a new facade.

Need for...

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HOME. By Ted Bundy

There is a place not far from here where purple maggots are the size of deer, pink frogs are there wearing bowties  and hats, now put your hands together for the...

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There’s an old river course with beginning and end,
now the river runs straight without this river bend,
where the water is still and the reeds do grow strong.
New life has taken over in a billabong.

The mat...

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Bloody streuth look out mate here they come
The Tourists Downunder to have some fun
Clickin’ their cameras, looking goggle eyed
While out in the hot sun getting deep fried
Askin’ for service and getting in our hair
Makes you...

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They were gathered round the billabong
to try to work things out
but all that was being emitted was
a right Caxton of sounds

All were jabber, jabber
and some pushing going on
jostling each other for space
none wanting to be...

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Once there was a man named Adam
He walked around very alone
Until a loneliness made him fathom
A name for all of these animals
Would truly make this place
Feel much more like home

He started with the green ones
For...

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What a wonderful thing is an elephant,
He is savvy and witty and eloquent,
He remembers your name and he'll never forget
Everything that you said every time that you met,
What a wonderful thing is an elephant.

What a...

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The sheer art of peeling a snail is akin to rubbing moth balls in one's eyes. To feel and sense with such ambidextrous wisdom is often not that wise. And of course plain hazardous. One's...

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(Director John Huston had, previously to
this shoot, killed an elephant under
controversial circumstances.  Here he
discusses his cast and crew.  "Wallaby"
is his nickname for Eli Wallach.)


White Hunter, Black Heart 

She had no technique. 
If anyone...

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Beyond the blue ... 
sailing past the farthest tearful kiss blown
Hoping for clear skies ahead,
as my Aussie eyes see wallaby clouds
joyfully jumping by

From Perth to Sydney,
a dragging anchor of parting sadness
has dropped to the deep

Last...

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Like a drug of dependence, this will keep me coming back
out along the Sardine Creek, walking on a wombat track.
I should know every cranny and hurdle in the way,
But secrets of the bush keep arising...

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Oesophagus is an appetite yet is it appropriate? Well in some cases it is merely only a handful of peanuts that shroud an already crowded melon. But what of force in a nation of static?...

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Trumpeting cauliflowers never blow eggs backwards onto a postal stamp. So never kick a cabbage to a kerb. Oh watch now. All drive safely. Harmonics in a queue are indestructible and indescribable too. Oh counting....

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I know of, and I rest in awe of the illimitable greatness of the river Congo, and the Yangtze.
     I know of and I rest in awe of the brilliance and...

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I.

Higgledy piggledy
Roger de Coverley
Fonder of hoofing it
Than of romance

Found himself typified
Characteristically
King of the Reels and the
Lord of the Dance.  

II.

Willety wallety
William the Conqueror
Wanted his subjects to
Quail at his power,

Crowing to Londoners
Hyperdespotically, 
“Look, everybody, I’ve
Built...

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What Kim can do in Katmandu,   
Ken can do in Kankakee.           
What Tim can do in Timbuktu,
Tess can do in Tennessee.  ...

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A timed lesson in diameter of dialogue is akin to eating a vast amount of bean. But buttering a heron should never really be performed in a new moon. So hesitate not by the tropical...

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Yellow crops of sandstone,
Jagged mountain peak,
Red display of waratahs,
A meandering bush creek.

White display of flannel flowers,
Bottlebrush with orange cones,
Beautiful fronds of tree ferns,
Blue gums with crafted tones.

A frolicking roll of mountain mist,
An ancient windswept cave,
Green...

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Hear my special child’s alphabet features
Eagerly, he mumbles with sheer delight
a-ape; b-bear; c-cat… dear God’s creatures!

D-dove; e-eagle; f-falcon… birds of great flight
g-goat; h-horse; i-impala…all in Noah’s ark
j-jaguar; k-koala; l-lion… oh, what a sight!

m-monkey; n-newt; o-opossum;...

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Jake the wallaby liked to hop
Especially when it was to the shop
With his Mum on Saturday 
To the Mall they hopped away

The supermarket was a special place
With lots to see in each aisle space
There were...

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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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'Dinner won't be long, Dear.'

Burt puffed up his pillows and squeezed one out.

'Better wash your hands, now'.

The armchair smothered his glee.

Wallaby faggots, 

Brown rice juices,

Lentils,

Barley and rye.



Jumbo  morels,

Whatever she sells,

Liquid fish stock,

Brussels and hock,

Tranches...

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