Wombat Poems

I lie dead and broken and crushed by the road
and the crows make a meal of my eyes
I no longer wander the trails in the bush
there's no one who mourns me or cries

And all who pass by are repulsed by...Read More

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 unkind.

There is always the devil,...Read More

“Now behind the eyes and secrets of the dreamers in the streets rocked to sleep by the sea, see the titbits and topsyturvies, bobs and buttontops, bags and bones, ash and rind and dandruff and nailparings, saliva and snowflakes and...Read More

Me, the contrarian, 
	hardcore vegetarian,
Would rather eat wombat snouts
	than brussels sprouts....Read More

One time wombat shudders. It was very cold today and a kilt, cape, and long length knitted cloak just was not providing sufficient heat. Must buy some socks he thought. Then wandering around he found out the mouse shop was...Read More

For anyone going through crap here is a bit of madness xxxxxxx
Why is it that a juice isnt speaking to a nine foot tree? A nine mile climb to a fortune tree, is a vertical axis of cake bake. And...Read More

Today is a very boring day, 
There is nothing good to do,
I went crushing through the toilet door and
landed in the loo, 
There's a cobra nesting in my pants,
and a wombat on my head,
There's a walrus flopping here and there,
By...Read More

Walking through the rainforest
Koala in a tree
Mr.Hungry Dingo
Staring at me

Living in Australia
Happy as can be
Sunburnt country is the best
I'm sure you will agree

Many native species
Australia is their home
Couldn't be anywhere else
As says this Aussie poem

Platypus in the river 
Echidna eating...Read More

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 rush is spreading replacing the...Read More

When I get tired of the concrete and tar
there’s a place I can go, and not travel far,
that hasn’t been touched by progress at all;
nature stands still beneath gums growing tall.

And in amongst shadows with sprinkled light,
there’s rippling water and...Read More

Pat, pat, pat,
He's my wombat,
Wee Winky is his name,
Pat, pat, pat,
Wee Winky sat,
He really is quite tame.

Stroke, stroke, stroke,
He's just awoke,
Winky's such a sleepy head,
Stroke, stroke, stroke,
He's a hairy bloke, 
A burrow is his bed....Read More

Where mountains rise and forests grow
the slow wombat digs his home.
It lives in fear of foes and those
who deride its shape and gait.
It roams the land, where green abounds, 
when full darkness falls around.

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No.1 ~ Wombat
Author: Paul Callus ~ 18...Read More

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...Read More

Like a drug of dependence, this will keep me coming back
out along the Sardine Creek, walking on a wombat track.
I should know every cranny and hurdle in the way,
But secrets of the bush keep arising every day.

I am captured by...Read More

                                  frost wives sleep on the wings...Read More

Excitement filled the bushland as December was near
Every creature had been waiting for Christmas time - all year.
Wallabies hung their stockings on a  gumtree branch with care
Just as all nice children do – everywhere.

Meanwhile those more up to date...Read More

The Ballad of Stinking Mick

Now Mick hung close to a Butt verbose,
And the cheese it ran like treacle,
Some said it was on the bloody nose,
That he lived, was thought unbelievable,

For he was a hairy Wombat Louse,
Hitchhiking on a vehicle,
He tried...Read More

Here my guttural wombat cry
I'm envisioning a life without you...
This ridiculous school bus pandering-
Let the mafia emerge from underground
Shell the streets down
To choke this gasoline vibe

What were you hoping this time around?
Let the karma ferris wheel fly off the boardwalk
And...Read More

He called himself Homer the house cat
And mostly ate tuna with pork fat
After lunch he'd meow
'Nearly upchuck his chow!
And grin like an overstuffed wombat!...Read More

Boris the wombat was very fat
So fat in fact
That he had to sit back on his hind legs
Just like a dog when he begs
His best friend was called Pat, the wombat in the Akubra hat

One day Boris and Pat, the...Read More

On a clear day, under a blue sky
My friends and I
Decided to go for a picnic lunch
So we headed out with a basket full of yummy
Things to munch on
The walk was long
But we were having fun
Warming our bodies in the...Read More

Can you hear the distant echo of the 
hauntingdidgeridoo,                               ...Read More