Short Outback Poems
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SELFIE
cockatoo upside-
down-under.
checks out
camera, outback
jiggles traffic cam.
handsome tuft
hangs on.
6/2/2018
God just made a terrible blunder
Clearly revealed by claps of thunder
There was no sinner
Just Aussie dinner
After poking around Down Under
He goes by the alias Outback Jack
Telling tales of OZ, he’s got the knack
Little Joe's no punk
He’s an Aussie hunk
Whom I’d love to get in the sack
There once was a certain floozie
Who sang just like a chantoozie
Not in smoky night clubs
But in outback pubs
It happened when she got quite boozy.
giant sandstone hand fell in the Outback
several koalas and kangaroos heard it
others chose not to
i can barely see the fingers now
but i know they are there
My brown kelpy outback dog
Quite often gets on the grog,
He chases his tail constantly,
Briefly stopping to scratch a flea,
Then, off with the sheep to play leap-frog.
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.
Lindsay Laurie's never boring
~ Tales from the outback flip my back out
January 01 2020
Who Trips your Trolley Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Bobby May
A crisp Outback day. . . .
Two jackaroos pause midstream.
Breathing in nature,
they hear cool rushing water
and feel the sun at their backs.
Written 2/21/12 and based on a picture
of Australian cowboys.
Abigail Kirk lived in outback town Burke,
A hotel receptionist, she had a slight quirk,
Her rather long ponytail stretched to the floor,
After a few years it had grown much more,
She sold it to ten bald men and retired from work.
A kangaroo misplaced in the outback
You might want to watch yourself
He's ready to fight.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Nov.8/2005
I took a couple of titles from my poems and came up with a few new writes. :o)
I hear the drone that quizzes me then see the swirling mass.
A cloud veers in all directions; green changes in a flash.
Ten thousand wings are beating. The sky a wonderful delight.
I follow the budgerigars until the flock is out of sight.
Now that the Chrysler Chargers
With the Holden Monaros
And the Ford Falcons
Are all vanishing from
Our roads in the Outback
What will the bikie outlaws
In the next Mad Max movie
Drive on their tracks
Toyota Camrys just don’t cut it.
Gum trees line the road
To long outback red paddock
To my father's house
Olive green Gum leaves
On wind-swept red-sandstone hills
Flick like Brumby tails
Eucalypt tree leaves
Are food for our koala's
Round our Billabong
© Brenda V Northeast 23/Jan,/2012 for Linda- Marie’s haiku contest
Poor Clem was hanging off the shed rafters,
His angry outback wife strutting underneath,
" You've gotta come down some time Clem,"
Said angry Etta through grinding teeth.
"I've never heard of anything so despicable,"
Poor Clem was hanging on in dreaded fear,
"You think you know a man so well,
Then he goes and takes your beer."
This is the kind of life I want to lead;
calm and apart from civilization.
The rat race of the city I don’t need.
I’ll take this rustic part of our nation.
Let me travel the land on horseback.
We can ford a cool, flowing mountain stream.
This is the land I love called “The Outback”;
the next best thing to heaven it would seem.
There is a big hole
Outback near the gate
It’s dark and deep
And very straight
Deeper than a well
And darker than night
With gurgling sounds
Enough to fright
A word to the wise
For what it is worth
I heard it goes
Right through the earth
Don’t stand too close
To see what’s inner
Cause if you fall down
You’re gonna miss dinner.
Rainforest, sparkling white sand
And friendly country towns
Man eating crocodiles
Outback and Darling Downs
The awe inspiring Barrier Reef
And tropic Moonlight nights
Bushland animals and solitude
The heat the earth ignites
Rich brown earth and floodlit plain
Earth’s bounty here we sow
Sugar cane, Wattle and Blue gums
Paradise untamed aglow
S traight from the start.'
T rue blue allways for you
A ustralia allways in his heart.'
N ever one to turn his back.'
C oster known, the country round'
On that guitar, he strummed town to town
S ure supportive of ANZACS all..'
T reasure of so many, in outback halls
E very venue he played out his heart
R ecognised as an asset; Aussies value his art.!
Rusty old tracks stretching across the Outback
The wind sings a song of strong hearts on the track
When distance was conquered by pioneers
As they toiled and died in long lonely years
Now it’s dust and heat shimmering through
As rusty iron tells their story too
And we who inherit their pioneer part
Stand tall under our Southern Cross heart.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Whispers in the outback
It takes a non-tactile
Connection to hear them
At night
Calling from the dark
I go looking
But
Cannot find them
They mock me
The living
One day
Or be it night
You will join us
To peer
Upon the living
To goad them
Their earthly troubles
Their earthy desires
Of these plains
We admire
And wonder
In a world
You seek
But
Cannot find
You rumpled my rucksack
Then you pimpled my crack
You crumpled my schnutzsack
I hope my pimples come back
No joy from my rucksack
From your plan of attack
My boys from the outback
Are lodged deep in my crack
I know, I know. You're asking yourselves...when is this old man going to grow up!...Right?
I must be regressing back to my puberty daze!...Sorry Soupers!
as the empty jackets sway
awaiting the days of thee inn
while the shore cries back
between the light houses
englishmen invites bagels
to dine the lobster screams
the claws are red
but not ready yet
while the taken
takes a stand alone
as the sable dance outback
behind the paisley gates
the dark drapes fall
over the last call
ah a spider
splashes in the final sip
of hot cider
Chris McCandless ventured
With knowledge, know how
& not one dollar to his name
He stayed in a magic bus
For many many a moon
living off plants and other
Just to survive another day
But due to circumstances
He made one false error
Which cost him everything
And left him to die alone
In the harsh harsh outback
Many recall his trip
In one way or another
and re tell his story
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