Short Dingo Poems

off to australia 
to see a dingo or two 
or canada lynx 

golden white-eyed birds 
how about knob tail geckos 
or a crown nose ray...

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Jen loves to go to bingo
Knows all the caller’s ‘lingo’
Her numbers come out
She gives a loud shout
Lose - she howls like a dingo

25th February 2015...

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Dingo hunter met Santa in the Australian outback
They discussed a possible new career path for him
Reindeer were nervous around dingo hunter’s horse
These animals are wild! Whispered Dancer....

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A dingo ate my baby 
It came into the tent
Gobbled up my kiddie
Farted, then it went

The dingo ate my baby
It’s a terrible disgrace
It swallowed up my nipper
And it didn’t leave a trace...

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Now Suzy the sasquatch is single,
she's ready to party and mingle -
in fuzziest socks
(hand-knitted by crocs),
she danced with a horse and a dingo.

written 9th June for Francine's 'fuzzy socks & crocs' contest...

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Adored, loved, and regaled from Melbourne to Perth
She's my blue heeler, the source of such joy and mirth
With her Dingo—DNA
She's a free spirit all the way
And the best mate one could ever hope for on earth!

3/4/23...

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Assorted alliterative anteaters always near
Ballooning banshees believing in biosphere,
Courageous cook coaxing coat off bear,
Dubious dingo dickies digging in dog’s ear.
Effervescent energy Ebbers egg so clear.
Figures of speech shouting the nut job is here!...

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I find it hard to get on the internet, FB, and  the soup

Everytime I get at the computer

My puppy crawls into my lap

She's trying to find a date....

She has hooked up with a dingo in Australia but

I hated to tell her that it was a hungry crocodile incognito!!...

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in truth we sometimes linger here,
when darkest words compel,
thoughts are whispered in my ear,
muttered thoughts dispel,
remembered passion lingers still,
where loving eyes were held,
the Dingo at the moon it howls,
and breaks a sombre spell...

Thank you  Laura Breidenthal 

"Pitiless"

Don Johnson...

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These are just for fun...I am trying my hand at them!

DROMEDARY'S NAIL POLISH
 camel enamel

SMALL UNSENTIMENTAL HORSE
  stony pony

WILD DOG LANGUAGE
  dingo lingo

INEBRIATED POLECAT
  drunk skunk

HOG'S MUSIC PLAY DATE
  pig gig

  SPICY WILDCAT
  peppered leopard

FELINE HEAD WEAR
  cat hat

OUTSTANDING MARSUPIAL
awesome possum...

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Where a dingo, with crushed skull, lies,

a stout round creature backs up

from the entrance of his burrow.

His sturdy rump has saved him,

and his worst enemy has been

rear-ended by a wombat!


Written Jan. 17, 2015 by Andrea Dietrich
for the Night Creatures Contest of nette onclaud

Animal is #1: Wombat...

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is it a crocodile or a cayman
a dromadaire or a camel
an ass for sure is not a mule
and the horse trot his last gait
to feed the dog or the dingo 
could be an hyaena

in the subway you meet people
their face telling nothing
but the fox know where the chicken is
the lettuce or the endive
the fiddle heads and the music
changing nothing...

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ancient thunder echoes still,
in the caves ringing,
ding-bats say 'chill,'
and the cattle dorg do wonder,
in a place called down-under,
sperm whales are sucking krill,
poor johnson's lost his skill,
short in the brain, a blunder,
the dingo howls until,
a bull camel spits n chunders,
shut up ya dill... 

re: 'Medieval Man'  Russell Sivey

Don...

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I've grasped at thought.' Then thought things over? Often
Missed that bed of clover.' For there is many a beauty so
Statuesqe.' Yet often its missed when your mind is in a
Mess.' Maybe sharing thought and reason is the best i
Can do.? I wish all blessings!! ( apart from dingo ') and
His partisan crew.'  In truth he has even messed this write
Up.' How i loathe the lot of them; in-finite.)...

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ah yes the rabid lingo,
of our youth here with the Dingo,
and words we poked with laughter n desire,
just a bit of chook chasing,
 set our hearts a little racing, 
when the Bodgie got his Widgie,
and sparks brought on the fire,
nah me voice aint getting higher,
canter cross ol murrinbidgee,
and catch that little Widgee,
then you have  your hearts desire:)

thank you Andrea Dietrich...

Don...

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The new year is almost here
Will I live to see it?
Will things be as they were?
Will this be a new beginning?
What do I want for myself?
What of others for me?
Will I escape from CES?
Will my Dingo run free?
Will i finally be making some money?
Will i truely rep 4G?
Where do I want my life to go?
What do I really want to do?
What do I want apart from Dingo?
Oh and all those things that come in twos......

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There once was a man named Keith with perfect lingo
‘Till an unassuming stranger changed his name to Dingo
It blew my mind
It’s so unkind
To fabricate, that he’s an ape, with me she scores no bingo!

I followed the poet thought I was on her team               
The naked eye, it makes me cry, that which is unseen
She had me thinking
That he was stinking
Some poets call that feisty, but I call it really mean...

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Oh mighty dingo I see you still crawl.
Long ago broken hearted and yet you still bawl.
Tears down both cheeks, is it your poor little peetie?
My heart aches for you, my dear little sweetie.

Still gritting your teeth while stuck in a clinch.
If your throne’s getting cold, then you might as well pinch.
You slither around with you childish boring prattle.
You’re still stuck in our creek, without either paddle.

...

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There once was a dingo doer named Jen
who’s nothin but a suckin squawkin hen.
  For a tim tam she’ll do
  the same nasty to you
with a stroke of her feral tongue and pen!

She’s got a thing for this special dingo
and writes me love poems in my lingo.
  With all that sexual tension
  she so wants my attention 
but beware the rabid dingo innuendo!

                     ~~~~

*tim tam is a chocolate biscuit....

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my heart
weeps of this lifetime
we shared, and as 
no repetition or Déjà vu
can follow


I watch 
each memory pass
and my chest aches,
with all the smiling faces
whose love, 
is lifting you on your way 


my soul is forever 
sealed in the blood 
that reared and pressed me
against the breast
of the Canis lupus dingo


I now walk alone 
a white speck,
on red dust 


and my howl
rises to echo, 
the night...

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