Trump Success Syndrome

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Australian poet, Bias against Trump, Donald Trump, Make America Great Again, Mass media bias, poem, poetry, Trump Derangement Syndrome, Trump success syndrome, U.S. economy booming, U.S. stock market new records

Trump Success Syndrome

Disaster! – for everything’s going so well!
And things could get better! Who knows! Who can tell!
Oh what would we give for a financial smash!
And for the stock market to stumble then crash!
For Korean peace talks to end in a mess;
There’s too much improvement – far too much success!
Trump’s kicked our Iranian friends in the nuts;
Told them to get lost! – how we hate Donald’s guts!
Sure, he gets along with that Netanyahu –
What would you expect? (we suspect Trump’s a Jew)
He’s moving our embassy, there in Israel,
To Jerusalem – and we’re hoping he’ll fail
At everything. At his proposed wall we wail –
For poor Mexicans we will go in to bat;
Their children will no doubt all vote Democrat.
Yes Trump’s a catastrophe – he never quits;
He’s driving us Democrats out of our wits.
If he keeps succeeding please pity our fate;
Here’s hoping the U.S. will never be great!

Hiding in the Herd

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Australian traditional poetry, Cowardice, False assumptions, Formal poetry, Group think, Herd mentality, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, Pluralistic Ignorance, poem, poetry

My opinions most people eschew.
Of my musings, supporters are few.
So such thoughts I will hide
And pronounce with false pride
What I think is the popular view.

Causes & Effects

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Australian poet, cause and effect, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

“Politicians? – How can we respect them?
Of dishonesty we all suspect them.”
But you get, I’d observe,
Rulers that you deserve,
For it’s you and your like who elect them.

“The Muslims have fallen behind
Due to Islam – their thoughts are confined.”
No, I think you are wrong,
Were their intellects strong,
Towards Islam they’d not be inclined.

“Let’s ban sugar for it makes them fat!”
The self-satisfied socialist spat.
No the fat’s just a sign
Of their lives in decline.
Though it’s sad, sugar didn’t cause that.

“I’m unlucky!” the poor loser wailed.
“By bad luck I’m forever assailed!”
But as losing’s his aim
He will lose every game –
No – bad luck is not why he has failed.

“It’s my sixth and its dad’s gone away.
All these men, I just have to obey!
So it’s not due to me!”
Your bank statements….I see….
You have babies because babies pay.

Rebound!

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Australian poet, big bang, Big Bang Theory, Eternal Recurrence, Friedrich Nietzsche, Nietzschean philosophy, poem, poetry, Rebounding Universe, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet

Big Bang to Crunch – a singularity
It is once more. How many billion years
Have passed? Now but a point, but can it be
A point? – time stops, and space it disappears,
As physics’ laws break down and matter smears
Deep in this place that holds the galaxies
Compressed. Gone for an instant, reappears
The light – as bang! – the tortured matter flees
Its cell – exploding like a swarm of bees
Released from the confinement of their hive.
And what or who, in that split second frees
The future stars and suns, men still will strive
To know, here on this obscure planet Earth –
What force drives life, and death, and then….rebirth?

Head Shot

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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, Formal poetry, Head-shot, poem, poetry, shot in the head, War, war movies

There is no pause when one is dead.
When well-aimed bullets pierce one’s head
One doesn’t for a moment stand
With startled look or gesture grand.
Unlike the actors at the flicks,
One plummets like a ton of bricks.

{First appeared in TRINACRIA issue #13, 2015}

Corn

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Australian bush poetry, Australian traditional poetry, Bush Poetry, corn, Dairy farming in Queensland, maize, poem, poetry

Corn was a crop that each spring we would sow,
And in the autumn pick and bag each row.
Hard work it was, but then we didn’t mind;
We’d fill the shed with all that it could hold;
The cobs we’d husk and to a fine meal grind,
To feed the milkers through the winter cold.

But on reflection now I shake my head;
My father, bless his soul, is now long dead.
By sixty he was bent, his body worn,
From all that grinding toil and sweat and pain.
Now he is gone and so too is the corn,
And houses stand where once were fields of grain.

Dog Ugly

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Australian poet, dog ugly, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, ugly dogs

The ugliest dog – is that true?
Well I have known more than a few
With looks much more cursed.
They think that’s the worst?
They haven’t seen some that I knew.

World’s ugliest dog dies

Slavish

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Australian poet, cause and effect, epigram, Friedrich Nietzsche, Master Slave Morality, poem, poetry

I am a slave and so I have a slave morality.
You have a slave morality and so you are a slave.

Crunch!

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Australian poet, Dark matter, Heat Death of the Universe, poem, poetry, Singularity, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet, The Big Crunch

So comes the end – expansion ceases now;
All heat has died; all matter is stone cold.
It’s reached as far as its laws will allow;
Now gravity, attractive force, takes hold.
For what seemed an eternity it rolled
Forever outward – now it is reversed.
For all things must return, when they are old,
To where they once began – so all are cursed.
From just a speck it into being burst;
Now to that point its body must return.
To that elusive place before the first
Fraction of time and space, now it must turn
And race – all matter, stuff of stars, to there
Must hurtle – every atom, to nowhere.

Shadow Banned

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Australian poet, Facebook shadow banning, poem, poetry, Social media censorship, Social media shadow banning

Hear this, my friends in Facebook-land:
At Facebook I’ve been shadow banned!
My friends say: “Facebook we have scanned –
Where have you gone?” – I’m shadow banned!
My content counted, and my stand!
It’s groovy to be shadow banned!
Down at the beach in sparkling sand
I wrote it large: “I’m shadow banned!”
Oh what a day! It’s great, it’s grand!
At last! At last! – I’m shadow banned!
Perhaps some tiny flames I’ve fanned.
Could that be why I’m shadow banned?
But then I can’t quite understand:
I’m quite obscure, yet shadow banned?
By some computer code – so planned;
By algorithm, shadow banned.
So folks, give Zuckerberg a hand,
Plus all his pals! I’m shadow banned!