"roos" poems
ydney sydney sydney oi oi oi
they beat the roos mate, real true blue
go sydney go sydney go sydney go
they are the best team in the AFL
franklin and goodsey, yeah mate yeah
off to the pub to have a ****** beer
those mighty sydney swans pack a true blue
ya see the swannies are for me and you
go sydney go sydney go sydney go
we’ll get ‘em yeah the mighty swans yeah
the best in the land go swans
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 8:09 AM UTC
Thylacinus Cynocephalus.
Tasmanian Tiger, Tasmanian Wolf,
A crepuscular hunting nocturnal beast,
Carnivore by nature, feasted upon wallaby,wombats and roos,
Caught by female of the species,
Was he a feline or a lupine beast, hyena perhaps,
No, this strange creature now probably extinct was marsupial with pouch,
Female with pouch to grow her young, male had pouch of his own,
Protected his crown jewels within a scrotal pouch,
Appearance of a stripy dog,
Looked rather like a tiger,
Had amber eyes filled with fire,
This diamorphic beast, (Means the chap was larger)
Had four toes on hind feet and rigid tail of kangaroo,
It's gait was rather odd,
Could move like kangaroo, if it so desired,
Strange call, a guttural sound, alerted his family when he was abound,
Shy secretive little creature,
Kept himself locked out of sight,
For in the late 188os, early 1900s these creatures had a bounty on their heads,
The bounty hunters had such fun, left our world with nearly none,
Last beast in the wild as noted,shot by gun by Mr Batty,
1936 the last captive creature died in Hobart Zoo,
Reported name was Benjamin,
Book called The Djin-jum Man, said man, Batty man maybe, was cursed for killing the last of their kin,
Poor things,
Living legacy remains,
On Tasmania's coat of arms, two of these fine beasts support the islands emblem,
Probably gone but never overlooked,
Still being sought but never found!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
This was really difficult, hope its quite accurate!
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 4:33 PM UTC
it’s a strange place
this alien isle
land of big skies
and endless red earth
this place of dreaming
of promise and hope
of black fellas
and white convict stock
this place of flowers
coloured larger than life
of kookaburras, koalas
and ‘roos
this place where the sand
is whiter than white
and the sharks rule
turquoise blue seas
this land of dust
and fragrant winds
where silvered light
blinds and burns
this place that keeps secrets
close to its breast
and where man is in thrall
to the land
Dec 27, 2010
Dec 27, 2010 at 5:42 PM UTC
I’m just a postmodern bush poet
Roaming and roving rusty roads
Writing, wordsmithing, amid yellow grass
Fondling the various ******* of Mother Nature
The hills and mountains, all her nooks and crannies
Looking at peeled potato sheeps
Dreaming about what great stews they would make
Listening to a bit of AC/DC
With no wuckin’ furries
Getting eyed by work dogs
With no sense of self-preservation
Telling me I’m going to die all the same
As those rotting roos lying in the dirt
Sodomised by cars just like mine
Their pink, esoteric entrails getting pecked out
By the crows I call my friends
Oct 12, 2019
Oct 12, 2019 at 3:33 AM UTC
In case you did not know,
there is a wonderful forest where the toys go.
Inside they bounce and play.
And live out their day.
My favorite people live here
even though they are not.
I visit them often,
with or without ***
Honey and balloons.
Carrots and OCD.
bouncing tigers and roos
and pigs with anxiety.
Owls with terrible spelling
and wonderfully awful advice.
These are the things that comfort me
When the world isn't so nice..
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 2:29 AM UTC
Wit le sy uitgesprei oor
pendoring gras vanmore.
haar spastiese bewegings
vroegoggend reeds bestorwe.
Stil is die nagtegal se liedjie
die roos is dood van ryp,
wyle weinig traan van simpatie
verlore in die stormpyp.
Die aarde draai en
swoeg in nag se sweet.
in sy nietige pogings om
die noodkreet te vergeet.
Haar naakte lyf le
oopgebaar, en styf
in dood se koue klou.
Dit ryp hier in die rosestad.
En die Flora-
was 'n vrou.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 1:11 PM UTC
Over the hills
where the daffodils grow
cross the pond
where the honey flows
If there is one
place I would
rather see
oh it would
be grandma's
place for me
birds in the cages
birds perched in the trees
hawks owls finches
and showy parakeets
muffins for dinner
**** roast in the morn
oranges and porridges
served at noon
better get it before
a skunks licks it
clean off the spoon!
no rooms are without
a heart or a soul
grandma is quite eclectic
if not the least eccentric
If there is one
place I would
rather see
oh it would
be grandma's
place for me
monkeys snoozing in the closet
pidgeons roosting on the stools
rats in the cellar
and koi fish in the pool
many games as animal's names
polo with the zebras
boxing against the roos
wrestling with the bear
though I'd sure lose
If there is one
place I would
rather see
oh it would
be grandma's
place for me
Aug 7, 2016
Aug 7, 2016 at 7:33 PM UTC
Als een Juliet-roos
Uiterst kostbaar om te oogsten
Een hart als fluweel, als een boeket aan rozen
Geeft hoge noten af, diepe, eindeloze kleuren
Zij die oogsten, zijn bedachtzaam
Geschikt, zoals ik uit jou ben voortgekomen
En voor wie onzorgvuldig is
Ben ik, zorgvuldig, als een doorn in het oog
Dec 4, 2021
Dec 4, 2021 at 7:51 AM UTC
Een zwarte roos van het is uit.
En dan die traan die uit je oog spuit.
Die traan van liefde en rust.
We draaien om elkaar heen als ying and yang.
Ik ben dapper en zij is bang.
Een rode traan van liefde of van bloed.
Die je hart bonzen doet.
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 9:14 AM UTC
It started with Richmond beating Carlton and some **** was punching people in the crowd and the tiger land song was playing very loud in the end
Collingwood put it right up to Geelong
But the cats won in the end
Melbourne for the first time were a premiership threat but the power brought that down toward the ground
By beating the demons and the crows weren’t good enough to beat the hawks at their home ground and the dogs beat the swans despite swans getting within 4 with 4 to go but the dogs were too strong and after the west coast eagles winning last years premiership the Brisbane lions were too good for them at the Gabba and despite Gold Coast keeping it close
The saints were just too good in the end and GWS got a record score in beating the bombers, we saw the bombers get bombed by the giants foot and finally the Roos weren’t good at all or was it that Fremantle were too good and that was how the afl started and I hope your team won
Well some people aren’t happy with their team but that is footy for ya
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 7:23 AM UTC
Won the lottery today.
The big one.
The big big one.
Yes sir' the big one.
Gonna' put a little away.
Gonna' spend a little too.
They say some've gone crazy
With all that money to spend.
Wasted it all.
Spent too much.
Loaned too much.
Killed themselves.
Not me.
No sir'e not me.
Not me.
Whatever the streets whistle
I try to say it back
Say it back
You know, so the streets n' the road ain't lonely
Cause money can't talk, you see?
Can't tell me nothing because
Money can't talk, can't speak, can't talk, you know?
An' since the money can't say nothing
Cause you know money can't talk
Cause people n' nature and things are actually things that
Produce, function, you know actually do things, you know?
Money ain't nothing but green paper
With faces of dead men and dead scriptures
That only make measly kindling that smells funny
When you put flame to it,
But since money can't say nothing to me
I don't listen to it, hell, can't even listen to it
For it's got nothing to say n' nothing to do
But trying to control me
Ain't nothing controlling me
Cept' the bottle n'
The woman n' love
Woman n' love one n' the same
Lost track of what I was saying
Lost track of what I was telling you
My apologies
All sorrows are tinted with golden fringe
And the ten commandments of our lord God
Ok and farewell
I won the lottery you see
156 million smack-a-roos
For me, that's a lotta' silence
You'd understand what I meant
From the conversation we were
Having earlier
If you weren't listening, I understand
I ramble
Always have
Won these 156 million n' my first thought was:
Im gonna' give a million to each girl I was
Seriously with
Seriously heels over head with
Love I'm saying
And not just a million to each girl
Because that wouldn't be fair to the amount of time
Time is the most important construct of any relationship
It's a building block of both commitment and scorn
Of love and disdain
Time is a contradiction in any relationship
It is both a definer and a destroyer
A solidifier and a quantifier
A terrorizer and mortifier
A distant page on a snow slicked hillside
void of letter
A fragrant rose
on its last petal
A still cocked ocean erupting
with crooked horizons
The last line
When its the first line
Is the first line
And the last
So, 100 thousand
To every month
I was with a girl I really loved
Only got four or five
They know who they are
And they know who I was
When I was with'em
Even if I didn't
Or they don't
Don't see it as payment
For being with me
Or dealing with me
Or some kind of reparations
I guess
It's something like,
I wish I coulda' done
Or I wish I coulda' been
I guess
It's like I hope you use this
With someone who loves you now
That needs you now
To make life easier
To make life better
To make life
What you deserve it to be
N' that I love you
For everything that you
Were to me
And are to me
And will continue to be.
Today, yesterday, and
Always.
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 2:09 AM UTC
Een zwarte roos in het donker is zo eenzaam als ik alleen ben zonder you.
En zonder jouw liefde om me heen.
Ik mis je elke dag en nacht.
Ik kan nu niet meer zonder je lach ik wacht en ik wacht tot op die dag dat je hier zal zijn bij mij tot in de nacht.
Want mijn liefde voor voor jou gaat boven al mijn gedachten waar ik aan zat te denken en kan alleen nog maar aan jou liefde denken *** ik mijn liefde aan jou kan schenken want ik hou van jou ***
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 9:25 AM UTC