"emus" poems
The emus formed a football team
Up Walgett way;
Their dark-brown sweaters were a dream
But kangaroos would sit and scream
To watch them play.
"Now, butterfingers," they would call,
And such-like names;
The emus couldn't hold the ball
- They had no hands - but hands aren't all
In football games.
A match against the kangaroos
They played one day.
The kangaroos were forced to choose
Some wallabies and wallaroos
That played in grey.
The rules that in the West prevail
Would shock the town;
For when a kangaroo set sail
An emu jumped upon his tail
And fetched him down.
A whistler duck as referee
Was not admired.
He whistled so incessantly
The teams rebelled, and up a tree
He soon retired.
The old marsupial captain said,
"It's do or die!"
So down the ground like fire he fled
And leaped above an emu's head
And scored a try.
Then shouting, "Keep it on the toes!"
The emus came.
Fierce as the flooded Bogan flows
They laid their foemen out in rows
And saved the game.
On native pear and Darling pea
They dined that night:
But one man was an absentee:
The whistler duck - their referee -
Had taken flight.
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Angry apes arguing
Odd owls ogling
Extravagant emus eloping
Slimy slugs slithering
Wandering worms wriggling
Jaunty jays jumping
Testy tigers thundering
Grumpy giraffes grazing
All animals amazing
Jun 10, 2013
Jun 10, 2013 at 7:54 AM UTC
Not eating chocolate covered cherries and strawberries and lychees and onions and chillies and grapes and marshmallows and turtle meat and cake and shark bones and oysters and camel and beef and beef with dog food and rabbit fur and smarties and skittles and twine and rope and yak and buses and buffalo and authors and novels and chipping containers and bicylces and emus and penguins and polar bear slippers and darned socks and stewed lobster and Darwin Deez and get well cards and ibuprofen tablets is fine with me.
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 9:53 PM UTC
Once I met a platypus;
I took her to my heart.
We held hands by the lake at night,
And flew kites in the park.
We drank red wine by moonlight,
And closer, by degrees,
Expressed our deepest feelings;
Explored our fantasies.
And then, as these things happen,
There came a happy day:
We took an ad out in The Times
Announcing progeny.
But outrage at the outcome -
Our beloved platy-pups -
Was front page in the tabloids!
What was the platy-fuss?
We gave the papers interviews,
We gave our truth and trust -
But still my Love was slandered
Just for being oviparous!
We formed an equal rights group.
We founded charities.
To educate, to celebrate
Our ovi-parity!
We swore a solemn, binding oath,
Between the two of us
The Wedding feast and party was
Quite monatrematous!
Uncle Mallangong was tearful;
Aunt Echidna was abeam:
The Boondaburra “Moonwalking”
Was something to be seen!
There were Joeys sloshed on cider,
Wombats smoking ****
Emus snogging at the bar -
Koalas wild on speed!
For sickness, health; for poorer,
Or for great prosperity;
I will love and hold and cherish,
Through all adversity,
My nondarwinian lover;
My mutant, duck-billed Queen!
My unconventional ******
My monotreme – my dream!
Jun 3, 2013
Jun 3, 2013 at 3:41 PM UTC
Dear Emma Watson -
Shall we make love
The object of
Our spiritual quest
Together?
Surely an altogether
Better option
Than pairing you off
In a commentary box
With one John Motson
Discussing twenty two
Pairs of socks
Chasing a piece of leather?
If spiritual questing
Is not for you
I will make do
With tightly tied pairs of shoes
Existential emus,
Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes.
Whilst hoping you find
Your Sherlock Holmes,
Miss Watson
I will content myself with
Cataloguing my collection of
Black and white combs.
I also have plots on
Which I need to work -
Wednesday Addams's love of
Moon dried tomatoes
Or Erica Roe
Somewhere in Portugal
Growing sweet potatoes
For sale.
Don't let anyone tell you
There ain't no perks
To being an Omega Male.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 8:01 AM UTC
Up to the North
Down to the South
Keep the ships feeding
The big Mersey's mouth
14 big docks
And 19 big stops
Dad's got big hands
He works at the 'Brock'
He's seen Alexandra
And Nelson too
He passes the Princes
On the way to the 'Loo
Jump off at the Sandon
For a bevvy with Joe
Saturday's half day
To the match he will go
The merchants at Toxteth
Are rubbing their hands
There's money in shipping
And at Seaforth Sands
Jump off at Pier Head
If yer wearing a shirt
Stay on till Herculaneum
To get covered in dirt
The EMUs keeping rolling
From morning til night
Our dockers umbrella
What a beautiful sight
copyright/all rights reserved Joe Fogg 2011
Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 3:13 PM UTC
We gazed at the star-studded Sky
We knew it was time to say goodbye
All I could do was cry
I was gonna lo-ose my guy
Each passing day you had fought
So we could tie the knot
But we knew it was the end
Tears of blood fell from my broken heart
I could feel the pain during your chemos
More than the plight of the flightless emus
People said love was the best medication
But they never talked about expiration
One last hug . One last time . One last question :- "Why could my love not cure your cancer ? "
I knew you would soon be gone
But I'd always wait for ya right here in this lawn !
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 12:20 PM UTC
The day old Eddie Barricade
Departed from this world
The florists turned a busy trade
And handkerchiefs unfurled
The sky was blue and overcast
And the ****** Mary cried
A flock of emus hurried past
The day that Eddie died
The day that Eddie Barricade
Was buried in the ground
Lightning struck a chambermaid
And twirled the girl around
A cow gave birth to a marching band
For seven hours steady
A vicar grew an extra hand
The day they buried Eddie
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 8:34 PM UTC
See
by Michael R. Burch
See how her hair has thinned: it doesn’t seem
like hair at all, but like the airy moult
of emus who outraced the wind and left
soft plumage in their wake. See how her eyes
are gentler now; see how each wrinkle laughs,
and deepens on itself, as though mirth took
some comfort there, then burrowed deeply in,
outlasting winter. See how very thin
her features are—that time has made more spare,
so that each bone shows, elegant and rare.
For life remains undimmed in her grave eyes,
and courage in her still-delighted looks:
each face presented like a picture book’s.
Bemused, she blows us undismayed goodbyes.
Keywords/Tags: Elderly, woman, grandmother, thin, thinning, hair, airy, emu, moult, soft, plumage, wrinkles, laugh lines, frail, gaunt, bones, winter, grave, eyes, courage, laughter, family, gathered, bedside, kisses, hugs, goodbyes, farewells, life, death, photo album, pictures, photos, photographs
Published by The Eclectic Muse, Love Me Knots (an anthology of the top 100 contemporary love poems), Nutty Stories (South Africa), Black Medina, The New Formalist, Better Than Starbucks, Potcake Chapbooks, Strange Roads, Sonnetto Poesia, Litera (UK), Poems About, Poetry Life & Times, MahMag (in a Farsi translation by Dr. Mahnaz Badihian), Somewhere Along The Beaten Path (Anthology), Freshet, Life & Legends, Famous Poets & Poems, Short Quotes & Poems (listed in the top 10 short poems) and Victorian Violet Press. “See” won 3rd place in the 2003 Writer’s Digest Rhyming Poetry contest, out of over 18,000 overall entries, and was published in Writer’s Digest’s The Year’s Best Writing.
Mar 6, 2020
Mar 6, 2020 at 4:44 AM UTC
you see i love christmas ya see
lots of lollies and cakes oh yeah
followed by a nice cold beer
christmas in australia
we have gum trees and bottlebrush
and koala bears and emus so cool
people suffering that is horrible
how about we save our christmas shopping money dude
to givs a poor person a gift
and there is pavlova and trifle yeah
and white christmas and mushroom cakes to share
ornaments on the christmas tree and lights on outside
yeah, people looking at our lights and they love it when they shine so bright
right into this great dark night
christmas in australia
people are in hospitall, feeling very very sick
and there isn’t that much to do, as to give them gifts of joy
maybe a card decorated with coloured flowers yeah
and a pink and yellow gingerbread house
which is made out of real gingerbread
so they have other things besides hospital food to eat
people are at war today
fighting for what they believe is right
they are away from their houses every day and night
i wish they were all at home celebrating christmas in australia
jingle bells jingle bells
jingle all the way, christmas in australia on a scorching summers day
jingle bells jingle bells
christmas time is beaut
oh what fun it is to ride in a rusty holden ute
we travel up to darwin as well as cairns, broome, katherine and townsville
we see the poor people say, give us a dollar bill
you say yes, but i could regret it when they spend it up on *****
a piece of you thinks they deserve to party, oh yeah they do
being christmas and all, and then we go and sing carols, my friend
in the old church hall
ayers rock and coober pedy, are great places to see
the christmas pageant in adelaide is put on so wonderfully
melbourne and sydney light up the towns voices with carols in the domain and music bowl
and you see all the favourite stars lift up their voices and sing
and whether your a man who enjoys a can of beer by the tele
or a devoted family man looking at carols and lights
we all have fun, ruppity *** ***
at christmas in australia
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 12:31 AM UTC
Violet light Bleaches steaming emptied emus' bladders on time, I want I want I am amongst the Atman at dusk man's lust rises ****** parry as a guardian of the gourd the glory of the gore internal innards languish read the spare change small children inquire currency smell of bleach eases the crucible fixing my easel with ease as all society is, is a trap, a trap lime citrus as sweet as Virginity as **** as a tarp pushing out rain water for a creature's belief in solidarity, soil begs to return sustained by nourishment of the water table and rain shadow, fees lie fallow I am a three field system mid evil as a midwife. aggregate agates gating Gaelic gaiety, fair as faith fairly free as a fairy, pixie sticks mixed well with angel dust I return my receipt as I am an alchemist to Egypt saying 2 sips taste better, who's at a crude joke who explains rude yokes poked by a spear leering silence at the steer awaiting an opacity to light my lantern, forsake advancement for the sun bends gravity as an attitude, who of many resist the power of effulgence, even lycanthropes need hope for the souls as the basis of reflection brings the rains sparked in rainbows.
What makes a friend? cogar a creyo una mi Amiga Bonita hace difficl estoy muy triste para la pnta y ala comer mierda.
UV is not a Cavalier, the ultra violet alpha is a royalist
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 4:26 AM UTC
What's a palm
Sweating in panic
Or a stomach
Whining as the whistle of alert
To someone like you?
What's a voice
Too clenched,
Or a word
Misplaced
To you?
What's a sentence
Repeated
Or a song
Sung drunker than a foul man,
To yourself, long-lashes?
Flutter-hair.
Architected smile.
Ancient-Greek eyebrow,
Curved
In a musing love.
You found a little else,
Didn't you, a
Little chick to
Perch with you?
Let's jump and find our wings
Let's take feathers for what they're worth
And leave those flightless birds
To the foxes,
With a taste
For emus.
It's no one's fault really
Just slavery
And I'm free when I know you
Popping like sparks onto my knockout vision.
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 8:54 PM UTC
This new study says
That therapods like
Tyranosaurus Rex
Made hissing,
Booming sounds
Like cassowaries
And emus.
They are right
As I see it.
They were not monsters.
Only pre-birds.
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 4:48 PM UTC