"roo" poems
there’s a network of vigilance
around the guarded causeway
of walla walla
the stacked cinders
and smoking rails
leave nothing
but black hooded fate
gray halls
and razor scrawls
mark the hellion crust
abandoned overtures
and dead fill
cloud the horror
and retribution
of this hell hole
bloaters and skin heads
(with wretched memoirs)
shout incessantly
from the second floor
adolphus greely
reading over the
rights of nantucket
and banging his head
on the bent steel bars
with pockets pinched
and tumblers dangling
the stone walls soften...
a seminal moment
crosses the roo house
as mother mary
and the good painted warrior
loosen a finely tuned grip
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 2:04 PM UTC
I
Said the Duck to the Kangaroo,
'Good gracious! how you hop!
Over the fields and the water too,
As if you never would stop!
My life is a bore in this nasty pond,
And I long to go out in the world beyond!
I wish I could hop like you!'
Said the duck to the Kangaroo.
II
'Please give me a ride on your back!'
Said the Duck to the Kangaroo.
'I would sit quite still, and say nothing but "Quack,"
The whole of the long day through!
And we'd go to the Dee, and the Jelly Bo Lee,
Over the land and over the sea;--
Please take me a ride! O do!'
Said the Duck to the Kangaroo.
III
Said the Kangaroo to the Duck,
'This requires some little reflection;
Perhaps on the whole it might bring me luck,
And there seems but one objection,
Which is, if you'll let me speak so bold,
Your feet are unpleasantly wet and cold,
And would probably give me the roo-
Matiz!' said the Kangaroo.
IV
Said the Duck ,'As I sate on the rocks,
I have thought over that completely,
And I bought four pairs of worsted socks
Which fit my web-feet neatly.
And to keep out the cold I've bought a cloak,
And every day a cigar I'll smoke,
All to follow my own dear true
Love of a Kangaroo!'
V
Said the Kangaroo,'I'm ready!
All in the moonlight pale;
But to balance me well, dear Duck, sit steady!
And quite at the end of my tail!'
So away they went with a hop and a bound,
And they hopped the whole world three times round;
And who so happy,--O who,
As the duck and the Kangaroo?
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in the outback of austrailia lived a kangaroo a funny little chap and very happy too
one day when he was hopping merrily along suddenly he saw a little billabong
he stopped to take a look to see what he could see then he heard a noise from behind a tree
then out popped a wombat who had lost his way so behind the tree he thought that he would stay
jump in to my pouch said roo i will take you for a ride then the little wombat climbed his way inside
so back in to the outback off they both did roam the wombat he was happy now he was going home
Feb 15, 2010
Feb 15, 2010 at 8:26 AM UTC
Iss daur ka jamana
jane kaha manana
Ek daur aisa tha bhi
Jo sapne the dikhaye
Pura kisi ussi ne
Jisne wo sapne laye ||
Ek daur aaj ka hai
Jo galtiya ginaye
Khud ki nigah me wo
Kabhi khud ko dhundh paye
Kahta hai waqt ab ye
Thoda carrier banaye||
Wo juthe-muthe waade
Kyu usko hai dikhaye
Jite ji mar rahi wo
Leke teri aadaye
Chahat ko bhul baithi
Dene lagi duhayee||
Jo kaash jaan pati
Waade jo tune ki thi
Jo puchti kisi se
Aankhe naa aaj roti
Baat waqt ki hai pyare
Sab aaj hai tumhare
Ek waqt aayega jab
Tum jaljala uthoge
Mai aaj roo rahi hu
Leke teri aadaye
Ek waqt aayega jab
Tujhe denge sab duhayee
Phir puchnaa kisi se
Teri galtiya ginaye
Jo khud pe roo pada tu
Khud ko hi maaf karna
Naa bolna kisi ko
Kiski lagi lagi duhayee||
Iss daur ka jamana
Jane kaha manana ||
||||
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 12:54 PM UTC
there was a kangaroo he just loved to box
so he had a match with his friend the fox
they built a big square ring like the boxers do
then they stepped inside to go a round or two
now the match was on and the bell began to sound
kangaroo hit fox he fell down to the ground
fox he got up again to have another go
but kangaroo was fast and fox was way to slow
fox was getting tired and decided he would quit
back into his corner where he went to sit
fox he threw the towel in and called it for the day
then shook hands with roo in a sporting way.
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 12:37 PM UTC
Good morning rooster
How do you do?
It’s the crack of dawn
You cock-a-doodle-do
You sit on your perch pride fully and woo
Standing mighty and bold you call your brood for food
Sleek and graceful you do the cockerel waltz
Strutting vaudeville statuesque
Crowing to proclaim your territory
You stand protecting your roost
***** and brave
Watching for predators coming your way
The alpha male
Your earlobes and crown are blood red like a bird of paradise
Your steel beak as strong as a saw
Your feather mane chestnut drapes over your back
Your breast fuchsia and emerald quill
Your silken tail an extended fan
You run free reign on my ranch
A thousand chickens roost in my barn
You rearrange my garden while pecking for nourishment
Eating up all the insects and brown recluses in my yard
In dust you and your flock bathe
You even watch over the hens eggs
Your calls distinct and powerful
When you are still and content sweet singing rings
You are friendly to humans
And can even be domesticated
Stay here Roo
We will protect you
Oct 8, 2010
Oct 8, 2010 at 7:10 AM UTC
there was a kangaroo he just loved to box
so he had a match with his friend the fox
they built a big square ring like the boxers do
then they stepped inside to go a round or two
now the match was on and the bell began to sound
kangaroo hit fox he fell down to the ground
fox he got up again to have another go
but kangaroo was fast and fox was way to slow
fox was getting tired and decided he would quit
back into his corner where he went to sit
fox he threw the towel in and called it for the day
then shook hands with roo in a sporting way.
Mar 11, 2010
Mar 11, 2010 at 11:27 AM UTC
She's such a smooth talker
She could talk the rust right off of a nail
Given a chance at a Saturday dance
She could talk the slow out of a snail
I saw her wake up one morning
And talk the sun into sharing its shine
Then she went into the garden
And talked the melon right out of its rind
We went down to the ocean
Where she talked the blue out of the sea
That's the day I remember
She talked the love straight into me
My girl, she could talk a flower
Into giving its fragrance away
She could also talk the words out
Of a mute man with nothing to say
I took her to the park
She talked the kanga right out of the roo
That's the day she talked me
Into saying I love you
I've even seen my baby
Talk an ant out of its picnic lunch
One day on the side of the highway
A hitchhiker gave her his thumb
Whenever she plays storm chaser
This girl talks the wind out of its breeze
But she's not the only smooth talker
I talked her into marrying me
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 8:26 PM UTC
*Autumn robins hop spritely in Sycamore trees
With gingerly voices , with musical tributes
just for me
Choruses of carry on , carry softly , carry me back , carry
me home heard in the breeze
Sing blue for love lost , yellow for childhood
summer , crimson for the coming dusk , violet
for the wildflowers that edge hill country thick pine forest
Chre , chree , cha -chreet
Swee , swee , cha -roo
Perform colors of the bounty of spring , of afternoon sunbeams , of boysenberries and roadside streams
Sing polyphonies of winter , snowcapped hedgerows and holiday dreams*
Dec 14, 2016
Dec 14, 2016 at 6:28 PM UTC
Here's a little Nugget on a pirate ship
sailing away to where all the pirate's sit
Give them a taste of this sleepy buck'a'roo
And by the way, I love you
Here's little Nugget on a itty bitty boat
sailing away through the muddy, murky moat
With little sleepy eyes and some mud on'is shoe
just remember that I love you too
There goes Nugget on his super duper raft
ridin' through the rapids going super duper fast
Closing his eyes and off he flew
and by the way, I love you
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 7:01 PM UTC
ANDEHRA BAHUT GEHRA THA...........
chandani bhi thi...kuch sitare bhi the..par na jane kyu ...Andehra bahut gehra tha
Madhushala damak rahi thi andhe musafiron ki pukaar mein..par aawaz mein prem nahi tha bass thi do pal ke sukh ki duhai...
soot boot wale bhi aa rahe aur gir pad ke jaa rahe..
kuch motor pe aye the ussi par chale gaye....
andhe thee sab shayad...ya roshini ne andere ko chupa diya tha....kyki meine dekha tha...andehra bahut gehra tha.
madushala ke deewar ke par ek baachi roo rahi thi vo zindagi ki bhik mang rahi thi
na jane usne koon sa dukh dekha tha.....uski aanke laal aur maan bhari saa lag raha tha
Na vo matvale dekh paye na hum madhosh sunn paye uski pukar kyuki.... andehra bahut gehra tha
do matwalone uuse paise de chale..par kya vo uska guzara tha
kyuki sooch ke dekhiye andehri raat madhushala ke par vo baachi akeli thi
vo madhushala abhi bhi khadi hai..hamare dilo mein
shayad humne uska bachpan chiina
shayad vo andehra uske dukh ko chipa raha thi
vo raaat bahut kali thi..hawa matwali thi...uss raat aur anne wali raat andehra bahut gehra tha
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 4:18 AM UTC
Time has gone by so fast, yet not one day has gone by without thinking of you.
My body has grown so tired yet I continue to fight .
In hopes that one day you will love me to.
I can't tell you the sadness I feel in my heart.
There are no words to describe the pain.
Thinking of all these wasted years we've spent apart .
I've missed out on my precious grandsons life, and yours just the same.
I never dreamed my life to be this way.
I am only human but it's all me that you blame..
Just when I thought I had my baby girl back in my life .
Something else happened to make me the bad guy again.
Now we don't talk at all and I feel like my heart is being stabbed with a knife.
Baby girl there is going to come a day
A day when I will be gone from this Earth never to return.
I only pray you have no regrets for secluding me or for all the hurtful things you say.
Just always remember one thing your momma loves you and my little Roo , I just only wish you loved me too..
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Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 5:44 PM UTC
in the outback of austrailia lived a kangaroo.
a funny little chap and very happy too
one day when he was hopping merrily along.
suddenly he saw a little billabong.
he stopped to take a look to see what he could see.
then he heard a noise from behind a tree
out popped a little wombat who had lost his way.
so behind the tree he thought that he would stay.
jump in to my pouch said roo i will take you for a ride.
then the little wombat climbed his way inside
so back in to the outback off they both did roam.
the wombat he was happy now he was going home
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 8:27 AM UTC
kaash ki yeh itna aasan hota
ki tumse baat krne se pehle
itna sochna na hota
thoda puch lete hum tumhre baare mai
thoda bata bhi dete hum aapne dil ke halaat
thoda haas lete tumhre sath mai
thoda roo bhi lete tumhri yaad mai
bata dete tumhe wo sarri baaten
dikha dete tumhe wo sare alfaaz
suna dete tumhe dharkane aapni
sunn bhi lete tumhri madhor awaz
thodi der k liye hi tumme wapas kho jate
es aandheri duniya se kahi dur chle jate
tumhre sath kuch aur pal bhi bita lete
khud toh thoda sa pyaar bhi kr lete
Par kaash ki yeh itna aasan hota
tumse baat krne se pehle
itna sochna na hota.
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 5:43 AM UTC
I want to go outside and run till I can't run anymore and then run some more.
To run till my legs give out and I've forgotten it all.
But you can't out run your past, can you?
Sadly it follows you everywhere you go.
You can never quite forget it.
Always nagging at the back of your mind.
A steady reminder of the pain and horror.
I sit in the corner curled up rocking back and forth.
I concentrate on forgetting. Clear your mind.
Forget who you are, pretend your Winnie the Pooh being careless and trusting. Eat Huney and laugh a lot. Play with Hang out with Piglet and go visit Roo later. Be innocent.
Deep breaths..
Just relax.
Sep 23, 2012
Sep 23, 2012 at 3:26 PM UTC
Excess molars fill my swollen mouth
My jaw cannot take it
Saliva seps out of my guns
Hoping for some
Soothing salvation...
My teeth grow as I type
Expandingexploding
Until my tongue and gums are absorbed
And turn to fire to match
All that I'd left is
Far roo many
Massive molars
Jun 15, 2010
Jun 15, 2010 at 8:00 AM UTC
I keep seeing hints of you
In forced synchronicity
Where everything adds up to 5
Maybe it's a sign
Or I'm losing my ******* mind again
Did you catch the hint?
Is the madman manifesting?
Impulsive manic mood swings to paper
Filling out with the Full Moon
As the Maiden waxes away
I'm watching
Light up my sacral bond
Lightning strikes
like shotgun blows to the sky
A peephole into Heaven's locker room
Blame it on the the rain
You caught me off guard
Out of sync
Girl you know it's true
That we're stranger than fiction
My siren in the satire
Muse in the mayhem of my mind
I could be your Vonnegut
As I'm Freudian slipping
On my spilled guts in the 5th slaughterhouse
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 11:10 PM UTC
Through heartbreak, pain and sorrow,
You are there to pull me out the other side.
You know me,
You understand me,
You care.
It helps to know that in this world of liars and ********
There's at least one person who gives a ****
Nov 6, 2012
Nov 6, 2012 at 11:39 AM UTC
Midnight Master
appears with a bounce
Up& down faster and faster
Orange and black stripes
cause a fear of the pounce
Knowing he has an appetite
searching for something to bite
besides myself
Honey, acorns, and thistles won't do
...hmmm take him to kanga & roo
your quite the chipper fellow
Bouncing and gobbling and the day hasn't begun
where did you come from?
Do you have family or are you the only one?
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 5:10 PM UTC
He was my rise and shine
the energy I needed
But now he is gone
He was my rocky baby
The cool to my ice
the flame to my fire
and he left me
why did it have to be it
why did it have to end with such pain
And sickness
One text said it all
one hit of a button
gone
he was such a good boy
the one boy that excepted me as me
I miss him already
that little boy had so much energy
but when it came down to rest
he was up for it
stupid pneumonia
took my precious little rocky roo away
Dec 25, 2017
Dec 25, 2017 at 5:39 PM UTC
The clock strikes two, too whit too hoo
The barn owl cries
My phone is on roo raa raa roo
The wait dies...
Too whit too whoo when would he call?
I wait and wait
Roo ra ra roo, the phone is on
The hour is set.
"Cinderella hour" and he doesn't call
What's wrong, oh my!
I toss and turn, all forlorn
As time slips by...
Then goes the ring, trring trriing triing
I jump to it
He calls and calls while i hold my breath
Tat for ***
And then i go tee da da do
I do give in
To hear those three letter words
My head's a spin
Love you, love you, I love you
Is all i hear
His sugary voice, with an extra poise
That brings a tear
Is it a dream, is it a song
Is it the rain?
Roo raa raa roo, too whit too whoo
"WAIT" again...
Dec 20, 2011
Dec 20, 2011 at 12:38 AM UTC
January 16, 1990, The day my life began to know true love. The anticipation rose with every contraction that came. I couldn't wait to put a face with her name. When she arrived, she stole the heart of every person that seen her. Her hair at birth fit perfectly in a little pink bow and she had the face of an angel. Not one flaw did my baby girl have, as she entered this world almost perfect. Her eyes, the most captivating blue but with a unique black line defining them. Never at my young age, just turning 20, had my heart felt more joy and love as it did holding my precious daughter, Mallory Ann, asking myself how something so perfect in every way could be mine. As she grew, she was as bright as she was beautiful. Advanced in every aspect of her fast developing life. Time wouldn't slow down and before I knew it, there she stood in her prom dresses, next her cap and gown. My baby girl was all grown up now and just as beautiful as the day she was born. Growing up very close, sharing everything together, I never dreamed there would come the day, I never seen it coming , my baby girl walked away. I went from being her only support that was by her side every day to a woman she grew to despise some where along the way. She was mom to her son at a very young age, I helped her the best I could or all she would let me, until she then to took my grandson away. I have missed out on his precious life and God knows I've made mistakes in my life but nobody is perfect needless to say. But when I look at her and the things she likes and the way she looks, it's like a mirror of a young version of me, I miss her and my little Roo every minute of every day, I think of how wonderful it would be to have them in my life again, but the one that wronged her and was never there gets her forgiveness and love while I remain her worst memory as she sees no good in me and doesn't remember all the sacrifices and love and the teaching of morals and respect she was taught, for it hurts my heart as the credit goes to other people in her life I can stand today and know the truth and feel the hurt and pain and the loss because the day will come when I'm no longer here and I won't feel the loneliness any longer. I only know I love and miss her and my grandson more and more every day . When the good Lord calls me home that's when the pain will go away
May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 7:05 PM UTC
I trade my moonless sky for the mirrored blindness of city day while wishing for swimming green grass that hide lying roots of tall country trees near lake -fish darting in clear blue waters fast moving silver circles, into which poles of thought silently sink the pond shares undercover secrets the roo
I trade my moonless sky for the mirrored blindness of city day while wishing for swimming green grass that hide lying roots of tall country trees near lake-fish clear blue waters fast moving silver circles into which poles of thought silently sink the pond shares undercover secrets the room"s blackness unfolds as others reach across space between them points of light shine on pretend smiles of confusion deep voiced edge of tiredness surprises-fingers are unopened like the mind itself
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Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 1:29 PM UTC
Tiggy is my little cat she's mostly grey and fairly fat
With large green eyes and a small pink nose and a wiggly tail..heaven knows
Stripes and spots and a cheeky grin, sometimes she's out , sometimes she's in
No interest in the neighbourhood mogs but scared of vacuum's not of dogs
She chases flies and red dots too ... my little bouncy tiggy roo !
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 4:44 PM UTC
there was a kangaroo he just loved to box
so he had a match with his friend the fox
they built a big square ring like the boxers do
then they stepped inside to go a round or two.
now the match was on and the bell began to sound
kangaroo hit fox he fell down to the ground
fox he got up again to have another go
but kangaroo was fast and fox was way to slow.
fox was getting tired and decided he would quit
back into his corner where he went to sit
fox he threw the towel in and called it for the day
then shook hands with roo in a sporting way.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 9:01 AM UTC