Long Wattle Poems

"Barefoot in the Bushfires of the Vanities"



Heat rises slowly to rapture flames licking and teasing
Blue Ghostgums to stretch and crack wide open
as Fire spreads molten sweet sap bleeding burgundy all over 
amber gold wild bush...

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I have slept but I have not slept
I have not slept but I have slept
For the first time in two years
I slept without a word of care
No codes, no crossroads
No railroads, no shiploads
No lizards no...

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"The Will to Survive" 

It was a peaceful time
back then in the dreams
that were once 
our prepossessing future.

sands of time 
dragged under our bare feet 
while the crystal clean warm ocean
of life that once was,...

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Pedestrians are moving ups and downs the day can define the differences he experiences in the bathroom, cars buzzing their noise, around my understanding I cannot keep on thrusting for answers which has to be...

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Pop (corn) Music


Introduction

It’s time to dance, time to tango
There’s a Canadian on the banjo
When he sees the guitar strings
Jack’s mirth grows soaring wings;
As he scans the rhapsody drums
While busy the Banjo he strums!


He strums with...

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‘Davo’ rang me up, ‘bout a month ago,
		To travel with him on a trip,
		Way up north to Glenora station,
		So he can search through Harry’s tip.
		‘Davo’ you see has a hobby,
		Collecting bottles, some worth more than...

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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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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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The bully of the parrot world, the Rainbow Lorikeet
To find one that was friendly, would be quite a feat
They will fight all other parrots, those larger and the small
They always fight among themselves, 'till no...

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A day that’s spent in the forest is a day that’s heaven-sent,
with the air so crisp and clean with ample shade,
where Mother Nature’s in control with the forest as it’s meant,
and the struggle’s all around...

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The neighborhood has been going, to every variety of dogs.
But I simply can’t believe it… We now have Gutter Frogs!
They climb upon my windowsills, and also among the trees.
They climb up my patio screen, is...

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For many years, the creek, ran passed as a drain,
Polluted and unloved; a poisoned murky vein.
A favoured dumping place, for household unwanted things -
out of sight, out of mind; and no good what it brings.

Life...

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My family is everywhere like wild seeds sown
On the whim and bluster of a wind
Some left for Cuba before the revolution
Bring green stalks of sweet grass to sugar
And are still there, root sunken in the...

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…the seeds of neo-Nazism are germinating  
Markus Nierth, former mayor of Tröglitz, Germany 2015

Germany’s rock candy windows and cookie like shingles make seeing the oven inside impossible. At first, the obsessive compulsive cleanliness of...

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Here I sit on the stump, of a dead messmate gum,
where house-keeping is poor, for the cleansed human mind;
the dead is not buried, so the living survive.
I see the fine balance, in a world that’s...

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After years and years of pounding city streets,
I turned my back away for one of those bush retreats,
where gum, ti-tree and wattle; lovely natives of Australia,
marched me into battle - with 'one bloody Cicada.'

Now if...

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The traffic light
delayed us both
Me driving my car
She driving her cart.

The traffic direction changed, rotated,
making black eyes spark annoyed 
as her walk signal failed to appear,
   shrunken mouth twisting crooked 
  ...

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There’s a time-honoured stretch of a river
that’s a cog in the natural wheel
flowing longer than mans’…
time upon earth
and home for the blackfish and eel.

They say that the time of the crayfish
goes back to the dinosaurs’...

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They wanted the eagle as national bird.
Franklin opted for the turkey, plentiful 
in his day, an easy shot and an easy meal. 

He had a point, of course.

The eagle was a predator, however;
a killer, a...

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Streaks of pink 'cross morning skies.
Land shaded lemon; last star dies…
Lightening blue spreads far and wide,
a half red sun. New dawn’s arrived.	

This living desert yawns and wakes.
A foreign sparrow flits and takes
what morsel that darkness...

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Mister Tom Turkey says gobble gobble
Mrs. Tom Turkey’s head goes wobble wobble
Zig-zaging through yards of grass they meet
Hen teaching her younglings 'bout how to eat 
Tom gathers, his tuft dangling from his breast
His wingtips dragging,...

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On a parched outback plain,
there is a winding course.
Red gums line the banks
of a once water source.
But sand is creeping quickly,
through drought and failing rain,
so the flora must adapt,
on a parched outback plain.

The black box...

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Let a new age commence, unrest shall now cease

King Henry VII, the bringer of peace

Merchants will travel, trade will now flourish

Descendants of which epitomise courage

 

A land of writers, a progress of arts

Embedded into the...

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Lacovia road
Here once the bambo trees
Dance like native girls
In native half-nakednesss
And farmers trudge a way
Not so long nor forbidding now
Along the banks where lizards lazed
A scampering of children
And trees are with sturdier concrete replaced.
The slant...

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It seems like only yesterday when your rainbow ceased
The reaper’s blade turned crimson in the struggle for being
Violet droplets forsaken as the final violation struck home
Forgotten the pinks and the mellow the sprite resolution 
A...

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