Tasmanian Poems - Poems about Tasmanian

Thyacine Tasmanian tiger Tasmanian wolf carnivorous marsupial kept young in pouch native to Australia, Tasmania, New Guinea Thyacine is to Australia What Sasquatch is to North America Been sighted but not recently penned or captured Sasquatch might be a myth Thyacine only went extinct eighty-seven years ago in 1936...

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So, Tasmanian Rain Don't fall on the plane. It's four-eighty in cash. If you want a hot bath. That's lost down the drain. Gone Madly Insane....

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TASMANIAN DEVILS The house next door had flames in the windows We watched from the street as the firemen arrived, four rigs responding, Engine Company 5 – The Tasmanian Devils Engines and ladders, axes and hoses, abundant testosterone surrounded and entered, laid into that fire like an infantry platoon doing necessary work through the hedgerows of France in the summer of ‘44 “Cute...

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The Tasmanian tiger The last one died in captivity in 1936 and that was a sad moment for humanity, added to the list of animals we have eliminated over the years. The Tasmanian tiger was easy to kill. It didn´t know how cruel we are. There have been sightings of it by gullible people, but it is an...

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Pups, imps, joeys, wiggling tailed marsupials, hunting in parties of five. Deadly facial cancer has killed lots of us, it’s a wonder I am still alive. I screech when I eat, carrion, my utmost favorite food, road kill. My aggression insured me at babyhood alive I would be still. There were fifty in my litter, but only four teats...

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Typing away, their words had met, Across a computer filled internet. She was a Taz, he was a Scot, She, beautifully bronzed, he, definitely not!   She had bought a picture of his, From an application called ‘Owned’ Shocked at when he got in touch, ‘Not a bloody Scotsman!’ she moaned.   Soon he was to grow on her, Like an apple on a tree. Flirting with...

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The New Ocean House, back in sixty-eight, Worked as a busboy, left that night late. A very dark night, dark of the moon. Might have been May, may have been June. I climbed on my bike, started its thunder. Sped off wildly, like I was boy wonder. I flew through the streets, heading to Lynn. Nice that night, nice night for a...

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