Short Kookaburras Poems

Screeching cockatoos
Laughing young Kookaburras
Summer’s wild flowers...

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A track leads through a gully in the bushland
Following the least line of resistance in a haphazard plan
The kookaburras and the magpies squawk happily away
The sun on my back makes me want to stay

Walking to the rock face broken on the gorge face
Two wallabies look our way and away they race
A creek flows through glistening in the sun
The day exploring is heaven easily done.

© Paul Warren Poetry...

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There’s a place in my heart
Where the sun plays its part
And the kookaburras sings
To greet a sunrise that brings
Another beautiful day by
The great southern sky

So when the day is finally done
And the darkness has won
The pastels herald the chandelier above
Heralding the Southern Cross that we love
And from the cool of the evening air
The koalas emus and roos emerge there.

© Paul Warren Poetry...

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I yield to the earth
in supplication to nature
with worship in each breath


listening to a sermon
of kookaburras
as a kangaroo bounds out
a plate for tithe


I see goannas parade
the ancient rites
and koalas swoon
with the new age gospel
waving their faces,
and hanging from their mouths


and the platypus
monks of cold,
carry the testaments 
to the deepest hovels


living with just one heart
I can breathe a tide,
and find home...

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The serenade
of dancing chimes,
echoes in the breeze
of July.
From a distance, 
linger the carols:
of kookaburras 
and gentledrones.

In the meadows paved
of callow blossoms,
bunnies canter 
like summer snowballs.
Flutterbies woo
each crimson leaf,
sneaking pollens in pockets
like naughty imps.

“Ah, this is the life.”
I manage to say,
as my lips experience
earl grey.
With that, I perch
on the wicker chair,
and savor the wedding
of cinnamon and pears....

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