"kookaburra" poems
A purple sky gave backdrop to a web of stars.
Fairies flew through the night.
Waves of scarlet, indigo, and violet mark their trail.
A dragon roars off in the distance.
A wolf howls at the moon,
And a kookaburra sings,
Lending its voice to the chorus of the night.
Glowing fish zip through the moonlit lake.
Mermaids rest on rocks,
Tails adorned with patterns that come alive with the touch of a lover.
Their hair is done up with beautiful braids,
Dew drops as bracelets on their wrists.
A griffin lies at the mouth of a cave,
Its golden hide tattooed with a delicate hand.
Cubs learn to take flight,
Dodging pixies dancing in the night.
Young bear cubs run through the forest,
They hunt out sleeping wood nymphs,
Making a game out of waking the beautiful girls.
With a whack of a branch the game ends,
But not without a satisfying laugh from the nymphs watching above.
An elf watches from above,
Drinking in the smiles of the night,
The twinkle of the stars,
And sighs of embrace.
What a night to be alive.
Jul 17, 2011
Jul 17, 2011 at 8:14 PM UTC
many interludes of laughter pealed
from a jovial kookaburra
who sat high on the elm tree's branch
gaily chortling to himself
as the dawning sun rose
of such merry tidings
the bird did bring
uplifting
was his
joy
######
he'd
given
the new day
a jolliness
the mood of much glee
making his chuckling tones
the sound great to listen to
enlivening the heart's spirits
with a bright awakening call
ever so happy in the morning staging
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 6:55 AM UTC
kookaburra war
cacophony at dawnbreak who needs sleep
not me
strong black coffee please! long sleepless night behind me,
longer day ahead
origami cranes
gather on the windowsill
awaiting the breeze
feeding virtual koi
one of one thousand inane actions done this day
sticky little hands
***** grimey, smiley face kindi good today?
Once upon a time,
So much latent potency
In five simple words
lay you, down thy head,
upon linen cool and fine
rest thy weary mind.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 10:32 AM UTC
the night is
still
dark
quiet
there is a distinct
chill
breathe
gently steams
from my mouth
seen only in the
light of a poets tablet.
the first bird is yet to wake
i am alone in my early mornings prowl.
too cold for the little grey cat
and too early for the human companions, they all remain
abide... cozied up and asleep
as i search the dark cold
night
for meaning.
in the distance the kookaburra cackle and chuckle
dawn has come...
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC
it appears as though
there was a coup,
in kookaburra land,
this morning.
much fuss,
and cacophony.
as the brown and blue kingfisher clan, reassembled,
their royal court.
the big old king,
uncurled his talons,
unfurled his wings,
gave one last,
manical chuckle....
and fell from his perch.
to lie still,
upon the dusty,
brown earth.
shocked, silence for some seconds, and then...
the eucalypts erupted into, (what would appear to the outsider);
cold calculating mirth.
as the young jacko princes, all began the joking joust
for the top place berth.
in a melee of swooping, chuckling grace,
a contest no less,
set to test....
mettle, worth and cackle call.
each young bird,
takes to the wing and flies into the maddening...and how close,
how loud,
how startling,
they can be.
is made known,
by those,
whose years,
have flown.
when all, is said and done. tourney overflown,
feathers are preened.
then the winner
is presented,
with opportunity, bold....
to nest the queen.
as to the rest,
they take their place,
in the chaotic, cackling, cacophonous,
kookabuurra clan nests.
to bide their time,
until, the next coup,
comes calling...
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 6:11 PM UTC
i have found a patch
of quietude in my busy
day and spend it outdoors.
under a dovegrey, marshmallowed sky
and with the gossip of
two brown house sparrow
wifes.
i take my loafers off
and share the fragent warmth of the earth
with the colony of oiled, black skinks
and the shy, baby
blue tongue.
and i sit on a log...
and breathe..
long and deep...
restrorative sighing.
then appearing above us all, a kite or eagle, rides the wind in circles....perhaps...
the baby blue tongue,
is right to be shy...
in the distance
the kookaburra chuckles
and the lorikeets squabble
and people murmur and shout.
too soon,
my respite is over.
then it is shoes on,
and back to the computer screen and desk....
but at least i had a few moment's grace...
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 12:51 AM UTC
5.41
is the time on the clock face,
when the first kookaburra
calls.
this corner of the world,
still dark and cold.
but then i suppose,
some poor sucker,
had to get the early bird gig
i just wish, it was'nt,
the noisiest bird in the park.
look out worms.....laughing death is on the wing.
and thus starts another day.
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 4:04 PM UTC
the kookaburra's
shuffle, along
the power lines
like, wing-ed music,
they organise and reorganise
the day's riff.
darting down, to pick
a lizard morsel from
the earth,
recalibrates, the sound
of maniacal mirth.
shuffle down, shuffle down,
hop across, and shuffle up
swoop away, fly on in.
all, accompanied by
raucuos din.
then they settle and they
doze
beady eyes open in repose.
a pause in the clamour
of the day's beat.
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 5:20 AM UTC
i wake up at 5.41
again...
curled up in my armpit
the little blucat
blusfully happy
loud rumbling purrs
assure me of that
on my other side
asleep with head
resting on my belly
my soon to be
four years old son
i lie awake
in the dark
smiling...
surrounded by love
and wait for the kookaburra's call
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
the sun is struggling to meet
it's commitments this morn
and sits low on the mountain tops
smudging the sky pink and
charcoalred as it climbs wearily into the clouded sky
in reality, nothing much wants to get out of bed
the rooster only gave
a half- hearyed crow
the kookaburra's just chuckled and then went back to bed
as for you and me still here
away from home
we snuggle down into tje warmth and take comfort
in the childfree zone..
it is too cold to do anything other...
until the sun gets it's act
together
it's snooze time ,
thanks to
the ****** cold, mountain
weather...
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 4:20 PM UTC
Kookaburra's,
though silly,
still course
the sky
chickens
have wings
but will never
FLY
SoulSurvivor
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 9:53 PM UTC
the cool air of the morning awakens me,
bird's bustle and gossip in the first rays,
of a new turn around,
the sun.
tears pool and nestle,
at the bridge of my nose, thick with emotion
left from a dream.
devoid of details,
but rich in sorrow,
a hungering feral sorrow.
that still lingers,
licking at the corners
of my mind.
i feel a discordance
with myself, sighing to expell this thing prowling, my breathe,
catches on a sob.
the kookaburra's laugh, jarringly close
and then further away.
i wipe at these tears, unbidden, unshed
and turn?
to find my grounding,
my steadfastness,
my hearts ease watching,
he draws me to him,
his lips,smoothing
my furrowed brow,
his hands creating an intensity, that is ours alone.
we make,
sweetness and beauty,
joy and oblivion, before falling asleep once more.
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 5:48 PM UTC
Jabiru. Brolga.
Kookaburra. King parrots,
Blue wrens, now black swans.
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 5:16 PM UTC
I find myself waiting for it -
the cackle
of a kookaburra
in a nearby
gum tree;
more a visitor
than a resident,
but welcome,
always welcome.
Mar 4, 2022
Mar 4, 2022 at 12:20 AM UTC